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

The old man in the burial clothes held the paper money in his hand and pushed it forward. The edge of the yellow paper brushed against Han Qingxue's arm, as cold as ice, and carried a musty, rotten smell.

Han Qingxue's body tensed even more, cold sweat trickling down her forehead and dripping onto the steering wheel.

She dared not answer, nor dared to speak; she could only bite her lip tightly, her mind racing.

What exactly is this thing? Is it a ghost or monster?

Is he really going to Tianhe Railway Station to catch a train, or does he have some other motive?

The girl on night watch finally moved to the back row.

Chen Qing was leaning back in his chair, resting with his eyes closed, his brows slightly furrowed, suggesting he wasn't sleeping soundly.

Yu Ranran curled up in his arms, her little head buried in his shoulder, with a few potato chip crumbs still on the corner of her mouth. She was sleeping soundly, her little hands tightly holding Chen Qing's arm.

The girl on night watch reached out her trembling hand and patted Chen Qing's shoulder.

Chen Qing was startled awake and opened her eyes instantly.

He didn't say anything, but looked warily at the girl on night watch.

Unless there are special circumstances, no one will call you.

If someone calls out to you, then something bad has happened.

The girl on night watch trembled, her face filled with fear as she pointed towards the driver's seat.

Chen Qing looked in the direction she pointed, and the moment he saw the old man in the funeral clothes, his pupils dilated in shock.

What is this thing?

When did this thing come up here?

He almost instinctively held his breath. Without the slightest hesitation, a faint golden light flashed in his eyes, and his divine talent, the Heavenly Eye, was activated instantly.

A line of information clearly appeared before my eyes.

[Ghost Name: The Old Man in a Funeral Robe]

[Type: Quest-type ghost.]

[Level: 1]

[Description: This is a ghost-themed quest. As long as you complete the quest, you will be safe.]

[Reminder: The task of the funeral clothes old man is to deliver it to the designated location. If the task is not completed, it will randomly confiscate your supplies and launch an attack.]

You cannot refuse a task; if you refuse, the task is considered a failure.

You will receive a reward upon completion of the task.

[Danger Level: Extremely Dangerous.]

A quest-based ghost? Or the kind that absolutely must be completed?

Moreover, this elderly person in the burial clothes is in extreme danger, which makes things difficult.

Seeing that Han Qingxue remained silent, the old man in the burial clothes grew colder and his voice became increasingly sinister.

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

Han Qingxue gripped the steering wheel tighter, glancing at Chen Qing out of the corner of her eye, her eyes pleading for help.

Chen Qing said in a deep voice, "Take the money and agree to his request."

Han Qingxue was stunned, her eyes filled with disbelief. Had she agreed to go to Tianhe Railway Station with the old man in the burial clothes?

She didn't even know where this place was.

But she trusted Chen Qing unconditionally, didn't ask any more questions, nodded, and with trembling hands reached out to accept the joss paper offered by the old man, whispering, "Okay."

The old man in the funeral clothes slowly nodded, his cloudy eyes scanning the seats in the carriage.

There was an empty seat by the train door, which was the seat for the girl on night watch.

The old man in the funeral clothes strode over with his thin legs and sat down directly.

He sat upright, the hem of his burial shroud hanging to the ground, the dark red bloodstains smeared onto the chair cover, looking indescribably eerie.

The girl on night watch stood there, completely bewildered.

That was her seat. The old woman in the burial clothes sat there. Where would she sit?

She could only watch Chen Qing with longing eyes, her face full of grievance.

Chen Qing's heart was pounding, her chest was thumping.

The ghost somehow managed to sneak onto the bus without anyone noticing. Didn't the game planner say this was supposed to be a new player protection period?

What exactly is being protected?

If the protection period is this dangerous, won't all sorts of monsters and demons roam the land after it's over?

Most of the girls in the carriage were still fast asleep, breathing evenly, unaware that such a terrifying presence had appeared beside them.

Chen Qing secretly rejoiced that he was fortunate to have the Heavenly Eye, which allowed him to figure out the ghost's mission; otherwise, things would probably be in complete chaos by now.

He gently moved Yu Ranran, who was clinging to his arm, away from him. The little one whimpered, turned over, and continued sleeping.

Chen Qing beckoned to the girl on night watch: "You sit here, I'll keep an eye on him."

The girl on night watch shook her head repeatedly, her voice barely audible: "No need, no need, class monitor, please sit down."

Chen Qing stood up and offered his seat, "Sit down, it's alright, I have to keep an eye on him."

The girl on night watch hesitated for a moment before nodding and whispering, "Thank you, class monitor," before carefully sitting down, her body still trembling slightly.

Chen Qing came to Wen Ting's side.

Wen Ting has a pure and innocent appearance, with curved eyebrows and eyes that have a natural, slightly blunt look at the corners.

Her nose was small and pert, with a very faint mole on the tip. Her lips were a natural pinkish color, and when she gently pursed them, she exuded an innocent and naive charm.

She wore a simple white knit sweater with light blue jeans, her hair loosely tied in a low ponytail with stray hairs sticking to her temples.

Even her exposed wrists were slender and fair, with neatly trimmed and rounded nails, without any paint, exuding a natural tenderness.

She's like a well-behaved girl straight out of a campus idol drama, with an air of naivety and innocence.

She's like a naive and innocent girl.

It makes people feel no sense of wariness when they see it.

Who would have thought that Wen Ting would have that kind of personality? It's such a contrast.

Just like Han Qingxue.

Indeed, appearances can be deceiving.

Chen Qing tiptoed to Wen Ting's side and gently patted her shoulder.

The lights in the carriage were dim, casting a hazy glow that made the surroundings even more tranquil.

Wen Ting's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes, still slightly moist from just waking up, were as clear as glass immersed in warm water.

She looked up and saw Chen Qing half-squatting beside her, their faces very close, their outlines exceptionally clear in the dim light.

Instantly, Wen Ting's heart raced, like she was holding a frantic little deer, her breathing became rapid, and a faint blush crept onto the tips of her ears.

"W-what's wrong, class monitor?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, as if she had just woken up, yet it also carried a hint of barely perceptible nervousness.

Chen Qing didn't exchange any pleasantries; he simply pointed to the seat by the car door.

Wen Ting followed his gaze, and when she saw the withered and emaciated figure dressed in funeral clothes, her pupils suddenly contracted, and her sleepiness vanished instantly.

"This is……"

"I don't know where she came from," Chen Qing whispered in her ear, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear.

"It's a mission-oriented ghost that wants us to deliver him to Tianhe Railway Station."

"I'm worried that things might go wrong with the mission, or that he might cause trouble halfway through, so I need to prepare in advance."

He paused, his gaze landing on Wen Ting's face with a hint of expectation: "Wen Ting, I need your help. With your abilities, can you defeat him in an instant?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Ting did not answer immediately, but slowly turned her head to look at the old man in the funeral clothes again.

The next second, her originally clear pupils suddenly turned scarlet, like blood-quenched agate, exuding an eerie and sharp aura that was completely different from her pure appearance.

This is a sign that her S-rank talent, "Malignant Surgery," is activating.

Under the gaze of those scarlet eyes, the body of the old man in the burial clothes seemed to become a transparent specimen.

Wen Ting could see everything clearly, from the distribution of bones and the direction of meridians to the strength of physical constitution and even the flow of spiritual energy, without missing a single detail.

Chen Qing looked into Wen Ting's bloodshot eyes.

There's an inexplicable strange feeling about those eerie pupils paired with her exceptionally innocent face.

She's like a yandere.