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

Chen Qing handed Yu Ranran a heavy steel pipe and asked, "What's your combat strength now?"

Yu Ranran reached out and took it, quickly tapping the system panel with her fingertips. She glanced at it and said with a sullen face, "My combat power has dropped. It's only 361 points now."

Her A-rank talent, "Big Stomach," allows her to increase attributes such as strength and speed by eating. However, if she eats less or fasts, her combat power will drop once the food in her stomach is completely digested.

Chen Qing nodded: "361 points is enough to handle it."

He immediately laid out the tactics: "Following the old rules, I'll first use crossbows to probe and distract, then Yan Xia will activate her talent, and finally Yu Ranran will finish off the enemy."

"These two roadblock ghosts are not as bad as the previous cashier ghosts, but they are difficult to deal with when they work together, so we must not be careless."

After saying that, Chen Qing took out the simple crossbow bolts he had made earlier from his system inventory.

He carefully inserted the sharpened wooden arrow into the slot, opened the car window, and steadily locked the gun muzzle onto one of the roadblocks.

call out--!

A whooshing sound rang out as the wooden arrow struck the calf of one of the ghosts blocking the way.

Chen Qing released the arrow once again.

The thigh of the other obstacle was also hit.

Dark red, foul-smelling blood gushed out instantly, flowing down their withered legs, dripping onto the ground and hissing as it corroded, creating tiny pits.

"Yan Xia, make your move," Chen Qing said.

Yan Xia, who was in the passenger seat, was still wearing that loose Pikachu pajama.

Upon hearing this, she immediately extended her slender fingers towards the two wounded ghosts blocking her path, and said, "May your misfortune be doubled!"

The girls in the carriage immediately craned their necks, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Last time at the supermarket station, Yan Xia's "Bad Luck Marriage" move summoned a giant bird dropping, which instantly killed a cashier.

That scene remains fresh in people's minds to this day, and everyone is curious about what bizarre and unlucky things will happen this time.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The surroundings were quiet, except for the low growls of the roadblock ghost; nothing else happened.

Yan Xia froze, completely bewildered, and subconsciously scratched her head: "What's going on? Has my talent malfunctioned again?"

She frowned, rubbed her forehead, and hurriedly said, "No, my head is spinning, I've used up all my mental energy, my talent must have activated, could it be... let the bullets fly for a while?"

Meanwhile, the two ghosts blocking the way, who had been shot in the calves and thighs, seemed to feel no pain.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the bus, and he let out a fierce growl from his throat as he dragged his injured leg.

It suddenly sped up and charged towards the bus.

Thick, dark brown venom dripped from the corner of its mouth, falling onto the road and intensifying the stench.

"Yan Xia's talent has failed. Yu Ranran, get ready."

"No need to get out of the car, just throw the steel pipes out with all your might and smash them, especially their heads."

Chen Qing immediately gave the order in a deep voice, while signaling everyone to close the car windows and grip their weapons tightly in preparation.

Yu Ranran immediately gripped the steel pipe tightly, pushed off the ground with both feet, and gathered her strength in her small body, preparing to smash it out hard.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Suddenly, four or five hunched black figures, each with a different shape, darted out from the weeds on both sides of the road.

Some were missing arms, some had crooked heads, but they all had the distinctive bluish-gray skin and red eyes of the roadblock ghosts, making them all roadblock ghosts.

They howled and charged toward the bus in unison.

Chen Qing's pupils constricted, and he was dumbfounded. "What's going on?! Weren't there only two? How come there are five more?"

The hint given by the Heavenly Eye flashed through his mind instantly.

[Note: There are two of them. They will cooperate to attack each other and are relatively aggressive.]

You can't ignore it; if you do, it will scream and attract other ghosts.

There are clearly only two, so where did these come from?

Chen Qing and his group not only did not ignore the two obstacles blocking their way, but also took immediate action to restrain them.

The two ghosts blocking the way didn't even make a sound.

Where did these five extra creatures come from?

The girls on the bus were completely stunned. The fear that had just subsided on their faces surged up again. They gripped their steel pipes and axes tightly and stared nervously at the seven ghosts blocking their way getting closer and closer outside the window. Their hearts were in their throats.

Just as everyone was at a loss and full of doubt, Han Qingxue in the driver's seat suddenly spoke up, her thought process unique, her tone carrying a hint of uncertain guess.

"Could it be... Yan Xia's talent?"

"She has the S-rank talent 'Misfortune Transfer,' which allows her to transfer double the bad luck she attracts to her enemies."

"Could it be that these two ghosts blocking the way were actually attracted by Yan Xia's bad luck?"

"She just activated her talent to double the bad luck, directly doubling the bad luck of those two, which is how she summoned these five roadblocks out of thin air?"

The moment those words were spoken, the carriage fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone froze for a few seconds, then turned around in unison, looking at Yan Xia, who was completely bewildered.

"Yes, Han Qingxue is absolutely right."

"I have a feeling that this is really the case. These two roadblocks were attracted by Yan Xia's bad luck."

"As expected of Han Qingxue, her thought process is truly unique."

Yan Xia was dumbfounded. Pointing to herself, she couldn't believe it: "Me? My fault? No way..."

Before the words were even finished, an even stranger scene unfolded.

The five ghosts that arrived later, instead of attacking the bus halfway there, turned bloodshot and viciously pounced on the first two wounded ghosts blocking the way.

In an instant, the highway was filled with howls and screams as gray-blue figures wrestled together, their sharp claws scratching and their sharp teeth biting each other, splattering black and red blood everywhere.

What started as an attack on the bus suddenly turned into infighting among the roadblockers.

Seeing this unexpected turn of events, Chen Qing's gaze towards Yan Xia changed: "Your talent... it's absolutely outrageous, ridiculously outrageous."

The five roadblock ghosts summoned by Yan Xia were like mad dogs on steroids, punching and kicking the first two wounded roadblock ghosts.

The hissing sound of dripping black blood, mixed with the roars of ghosts, created an absurd infighting drama on the highway in the early morning.

The two men who had been rushing towards the bus were now completely dumbfounded, dragging their injured legs and struggling to stay upright.

Just as it dodged one bite, another scratched its back, leaving it no chance to retaliate and only able to let out a mournful howl.

He looked completely bewildered, as if asking, "Who am I? Where am I? Who hit me?"

We are all from the same root, why are we so eager to harm each other?

The girls in the carriage stared in disbelief, their mouths agape, even more shocked than if they had seen a ghost.

Who would have thought this would happen?

Yu Ranran, however, presents a completely different picture.

Her little face was filled with heartache and indignation. She even leaned forward, clinging to the car window and shouting outside, "Stop! Stop fighting!"

She stomped her little feet, her brows furrowed, and her voice trembled with a hint of tears.

"How am I supposed to fight back if you guys keep fighting like this? The class monitor said we only get potato chips and Want Want milk if we win!"

"If you keep hitting them, they'll all die, and I'll lose my reward! Stop! Don't hit them anymore!"

While shouting, she waved outside, looking so anxious that it seemed as if the fight wasn't between ghosts and monsters, but rather someone had stolen her snacks.

Chen Qing almost burst out laughing when he saw her heartbroken expression, and reached out to pat her on the back.

"Don't worry, don't worry, the rewards are guaranteed. All the students who were holding weapons and ready to fight, regardless of whether they ended up fighting or not, will receive a reward."

Upon hearing this, Yu Ranran's eyes lit up instantly, and her previous heartache vanished immediately. She nodded her little head vigorously.

"Really? The class monitor keeps his word!"

"Of course I mean it." Chen Qing nodded with a smile, secretly relieved.

Fortunately, Yan Xia's outrageous talent turned out to be a lucky accident, otherwise it would have taken a lot of effort. Now, the ghost has taken care of itself, saving a lot of trouble.

Yan Xia looked at the infighting outside and listened to Chen Qing's words, finally snapping out of her daze.

She patted her chest, raising an eyebrow with a smug look: "See? See? I told you my talent hadn't failed me. What do you call this?"

"That's called advanced tactics—letting them kill each other saves us the trouble. How clever!"

She moved closer to Chen Qing and nudged him with her elbow.

"How was that, my sweetheart? Wasn't Mommy's move awesome? Shouldn't the reward be doubled?"