(Part 1)
When Ning Su got on the bus, he glanced at the driver.
The person ringing the bell should be the driver, with a hand-shaken copper bell placed in the storage compartment next to the driver's seat.
On the thick brass, a layer of greenish copper patina hinted at its age.
In this instance, the one truly in control of boarding and alighting was the driver.
The driver had a familiar head of wavy curls, a face that remained unseen from any angle in all the mirrors.
Ning Su averted his gaze, took the two children, and returned to the bed at the back.
He saw that the curly-haired Pang Yang had also lain down on the bed, covering himself with a thin, white blanket that smelled musty, stiffly propping up his body, looking like someone bidding farewell to the world.
Ning Su: "..."
He thought again from a normal person's perspective; this indeed seemed quite reassuring.
Many corpses on the bus were lying down, not moving. Lying like this, facing away from the corpses, covering their faces with blankets, not only would they not see any terrifying scenes and get frightened, but it also wouldn't attract the attention of the corpses, and their facial expressions wouldn't be seen by the corpses.
There was still some cleverness in it.
The bus began to sway in the deep night, heading towards an unknown destination.
The last time they entered the game, there were still signposts on the road. Now, there were no indications on this road, and none of them knew where they were or where they were heading.
Ning Su and the two children had just taken a nap, and now they weren't tired at all.
They lay on the bed, looking at the "people" inside the bus.
There were about thirty upper and lower bunk beds on this bus, and about two-thirds of them were filled with "people."
The night was quiet, without even the sound of breathing.
Just when Ning Su was feeling a bit drowsy, an old "person" sat up from the bed. He silently sat for a while, then reached out to pull out a vegetable basket from under the bed.
Ning Su blinked.
The basket, soaked in chicken blood, was pulled out, with a dead rooster on top and vegetables stained black and red with chicken blood underneath.
The originally stiff body of the old "person" became even more rigid.
The person on the bed next to him, covered with a blanket, also became stiffer, and upon closer inspection, you could see a slight trembling.
Ning Su: "..."
It turned out the other had also seen it.
The atmosphere was quite tense.
As for where the most chicken blood was, it's temporarily not visible due to the cover of the quilt. However, if one wanted to find it, there were clues to follow, especially since Pang Yang was so close to the old "man."
The old "man" stood up and angrily stomped his foot.
This stomp was heavier than imagined, and many corpses on the bed sat up.
Ning Su also sat up, stiff-faced, eyes unfocused, sitting blankly on the bedside.
Gui Sheng tilted his head, covered his mouth, and also sat up.
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Salted Fish Zombie
Romantizm{This story and translation is not mine, for offline purposes only. All credits go to author and translator } Title: 咸鱼小丧尸 OG Author: 芷衣 Translator: Wyrd Translation Chapters: 187 Status: Ongoing Ning Su's hair is soft, his skin is pale, his expre...
