Survival on the bus in class, I'm the only boy in the whole class.

A few minutes later, Han Qingxue took out a tissue and carefully wiped her fingers, as if wiping away some trace. Then she put her black trench coat back on, buttoned it up, and got up to walk towards the driver's seat.

"Zihan, go and rest, I'll drive." Her voice remained cold and indifferent.

Wang Zihan rubbed her sore eyes and shook her head with a forced smile: "It's okay, I can drive a little longer."

"Visibility is poor at night, and you'll easily lose focus if you stay up too long. No one can bear the responsibility if something happens." Han Qingxue gently placed her hand on the steering wheel. "Don't push yourself. Go to sleep. I'll keep an eye on things."

Wang Zihan looked at the seriousness in her eyes, nodded, slowly parked the bus on a flat spot by the roadside, pulled the handbrake, and got up to give up the driver's seat.

Han Qingxue got into the driver's seat, started the car, and the bus smoothly drove into the darkness once again.

Wang Zihan returned to her seat, intending to curl up and take a nap, but then noticed that Wen Ting next to her was still wide awake, staring straight at the night outside the window, showing no signs of sleepiness.

"Wen Ting, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Wang Zihan asked softly, "The students on night watch are keeping an eye on things, nothing will happen, go and get some rest."

Wen Ting slowly turned her head, her eyes filled with deep guilt. "Zihan, about what happened during the day... I'm sorry. I didn't keep a close eye on Zhang Yan, which caused you to be punished along with me, and we also received so many fewer supplies."

Her fingertips gripped the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white. Her guilty and self-reproachful expression softened Wang Zihan's heart.

"How can I blame you?" Wang Zihan quickly shook her head and gently patted her arm.

"Zhang Yan was like a madwoman back then, with terrifying strength. It was my fault for not keeping a close eye on her, not yours."

"Besides, the class monitor said that punishing us is to set rules, not because he really blames us, so don't take it to heart."

Looking at Wang Zihan's gentle eyes, Wen Ting felt even more guilty.

She knew that Wang Zihan genuinely didn't blame her, but she herself couldn't get over it.

If she hadn't been so obsessed with getting Chen Qing to punish her, she wouldn't have implicated the innocent Wang Zihan.

Wen Ting was silent for a few seconds, then raised her hand to open her system panel, her fingers flying across the screen before looking at Wang Zihan.

"Zihan, this is a small token of my appreciation; you must accept it."

As Wang Zihan was wondering, a transaction notification suddenly popped up on the system panel.

[Wen Ting has initiated a trade with you: Food and Supplies +30. Do you accept?]

Wang Zihan was stunned for a moment, then quickly waved her hand: "Wen Ting, what are you doing? I can't accept your supplies. This isn't your fault."

"You must accept it." Wen Ting's tone was unusually firm. "This is compensation for dragging you into this. Thirty supplies isn't much. I'll feel better if you accept them."

"Otherwise, I'll always feel like I owe you something, and I won't be able to stay in the car with you in peace anymore."

She paused, then added, "I don't want to have this lingering resentment in my heart."

"Just accept it, and we'll be even, okay?"

Looking at Wen Ting's earnest eyes and then at the transaction notifications on the panel, Wang Zihan felt a warmth in her heart.

She knew Wen Ting's personality; once she made up her mind, she wouldn't change it. If she didn't accept it, she was afraid she would really feel guilty forever.

"Well... okay." Wang Zihan nodded and clicked "Accept".

[Transaction successful.]

[Gained food supplies +30.]

Looking at the 30 extra supplies in her system backpack, Wang Zihan felt a warmth in her heart, looked up at Wen Ting, and gave her a gentle smile.

"Thank you, Wen Ting. Let's work hard together and not let our squad leader down."

Looking at her smile, Wen Ting's tense lips finally lifted slightly, and the guilt in her eyes dissipated. "Okay."

......

Four o'clock in the morning.

The night was as dark as ink that couldn't be dissolved.

Han Qingxue was driving attentively.

This aloof and taciturn woman is actually quite wealthy.

She has driven many luxury cars, so operating this bus was not a difficult task for her.

The headlights of the bus have a very short range, only five or six meters, which is much shorter than that of a regular bus.

In the dim light, the roadside weeds cast shadowy shapes, like crouching ghosts, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

Han Qingxue's gaze remained fixed on the road ahead.

Suddenly, a blurry outline appeared at the end of the light.

She squinted slightly and saw that it was a small wooden cabin.

The wooden planks were rotten and blackened, and cracked in many places. The roof tiles were crooked and twisted, as if they might collapse at any moment.

Han Qingxue looked at the small wooden house with a puzzled expression. "Is this a train station?"

Normally, there are no buildings on either side of a highway.

If a building appears, it's most likely a train station.

But Han Qingxue dared not be careless.

She didn't know what was hidden in the cabin—supplies, or even more dangerous ghosts.

Without Chen Qing's instructions, she dared not stop abruptly. She lightly pressed the accelerator, and the bus drove straight toward the wooden house.

Just as the car brushed past the wooden house, Han Qingxue caught a glimpse of a dark figure flashing past the doorway out of the corner of her eye.

The dark figure looked like an old man, perhaps an old man dressed in a funeral shroud.

Han Qingxue's heart skipped a beat. She turned her head to look again, but the doorway of the wooden house was empty, with only the creaking sound of the wind blowing through the rotten wood.

The dark figure vanished without a trace.

"Did I see it wrong?"

Han Qingxue muttered to herself, her brows slightly furrowed.

She rubbed her eyes to make sure her vision wasn't blurry, but there was definitely nothing at the doorway.

Perhaps it was because the night was too dark that the shadows of the wild grass dazzled her eyes?

She didn't think much of it and gradually moved away from the dilapidated wooden house.

Just then, a hoarse old man's voice suddenly rang out beside my ear.

"I need to go to Tianhe Railway Station. Here's the fare."

The voice was cold and devoid of any warmth, as if it had come from underground.

Han Qingxue's pupils suddenly contracted, and her blood seemed to freeze instantly.

The bus was full of women, so where did the old man's voice come from?

Is it Chen Qing? Impossible, his voice doesn't sound like that.

Han Qingxue stiffly turned her neck to look to the right of the source of the sound, and what she saw almost made her heart stop.

An old man was standing on the open ground next to the driver's seat.

His hair was gray and disheveled, clinging to his scalp like withered grass, and his body was so thin that he was just skin and bones.

The loose burial shroud swayed on his body, large patches of dark red bloodstains stained the fabric, hardened and dried within the weave, exuding a putrid stench.

His withered fingers held a bundle of ghost money, the yellow paper gleaming with an eerie, cold light.

The old man in the burial clothes stared intently at Han Qingxue, his pupils cloudy and lifeless, like two stagnant pools of water.

Han Qingxue's heart pounded so hard her chest ached, and she broke out in a cold sweat from fright.

She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white, and she dared not move.

How did he get up here?

The bus doors were clearly closed tightly and didn't open even once during the entire journey. It was as if he appeared out of thin air, without making a sound or movement.

The girl sitting by the car door keeping watch at night is also witnessing this scene.

She shuddered violently, her teeth chattering uncontrollably, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from screaming.

The old man's appearance was too horrifying; his funeral clothes, ghost money, and bloodstains all over his body exuded an aura of death, sending chills down her spine.

Suppressing her fear, Han Qingxue quickly gave the girl on night watch a wink.

The girl on night watch understood immediately, nodded with a pale face, and quietly got up, supporting herself on the chair.

Her legs felt like they were filled with lead; every step required immense effort, for she was afraid of making a fuss and attracting the attention of the old man in the burial clothes.

The old man in the burial clothes kept his gaze fixed on Han Qingxue.

He said impatiently, "I need to go to Tianhe Railway Station. Here's the fare."