NOVPUB"Bro, what’s wrong?"
Seeing Wu Bin standing still and staring off into space, Zhu Ling asked with a puzzled face.
Snapping back to reality, Wu Bin quickly said, "Nothing, I just feel we can’t stay here any longer. Let’s hurry and go before we’re discovered."
Wu Bin had already sensed through his flying sickle that someone was approaching, most likely Han Biao and his group.
Wu Bin didn’t want to be discovered by Han Biao and the others that he had the ability to kill the heart-devouring ghosts at this time.
After all, when he hadn’t displayed his combat ability in this regard before, Han Biao had already started to ask him for help with things. If he showed that he could kill the heart-devouring ghosts, wouldn’t Han Biao pester him to death?
Not long after Wu Bin and Zhu Ling returned to the villa, Song Bing knocked on the door.
"Old Wu, are you there?"
Wu Bin opened the door, and Song Bing said to him with a somewhat dejected mood, "The back mountain has been unsealed, and we’ve found my uncle’s body. In the next few days, we will be holding my uncle’s funeral, so it might be inconvenient to continue hosting you."
Wu Bin patted Song Bing on the shoulder and said, "My condolences."
Song Bing sighed, tears swirling in his eyes.
"My uncle was the one who spoiled me the most from childhood. I really hadn’t expected..."
Song Bing couldn’t hold back any longer and broke into tears as he spoke.
Everyone else just assumed that Tang Hao had died from an accident, but only Song Bing and Wu Bin knew what Tang Hao’s real cause of death was.
So the moment Song Bing learned they had found Tang Hao’s body, he immediately ran to find Wu Bin.
He needed someone to confide in; otherwise, Song Bing felt that knowing the secret by himself, he would eventually go insane.
After comforting Song Bing for a while, Wu Bin left with Zhu Ling and He Bingbing, bought bus tickets, and prepared to return to school.
On the road, the netizens in the live stream had no idea what had happened, and they all discussed it in the live chatroom.
"Why do they suddenly have to return when everything was going so well? I think the scenery nearby is pretty good, we could go sightseeing nearby."
"Didn’t you hear what Bingbing said? A landslide accident caused the death of Song Bing’s uncle, and now his family needs to hold a funeral for him. You can’t possibly still want to watch a live broadcast of that, can you? That would be too disrespectful to both the deceased and the living."
"Ah? So sudden? Song Bing’s uncle was really unlucky, being cheated on by his wife first, and now dead in such a short time. Could it be that he was silenced by someone?"
The netizens’ imaginations ran wild, and they had already concocted many conspiracy theories.
But what they didn’t know was that Tang Hao had already taken his revenge, and in a rather brutal manner. Even if Tang Hao had not been killed by Wan Xiu and his group, even if he had survived and come out, he would definitely not have escaped the punishment of the law.
Because there were no suitable train tickets, this time Wu Bin took a bus back.
Wu Bin bought the last row of three contiguous seats. As soon as they arrived at the bus station, they felt what the true breath of life was like.
The station was filled with all kinds of people carrying basket backpacks or urea plastic bags.
Because the station was small but crowded, it was almost impossible to move without bumping into people.
"The bus to Magic City is about to depart. Is anyone going to Magic City? Hurry up and get on the bus, we’ll leave as soon as everyone’s here!"
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The ticket collector, one hand grabbing the railing by the door, leaned out of the bus, shouting into the crowd.
Wu Bin quickly raised the tickets in his hand and said, "Here, here, we have three for Magictown!"
Hearing this, the ticket collector quickly gestured to the driver, signaling him to wait a moment.
Once Wu Bin and the two women were on board, the ticket collector tore the tickets in half and then pointed to the back.
"Find your own seats in the back, we’ll leave once everyone’s here."
Wu Bin led the two women to the last row and sat down, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
Zhu Ling, who was on a coach bus for the first time, said, "Now I finally understand why people online always talk about how crowded buses are. I never imagined it would be quite this packed; it’s all too real."
Wu Bin had bought Zhu Ling a mobile phone, so she had been surfing the internet on her phone whenever she had free time recently, picking up all sorts of miscellaneous knowledge.
However, this did have its benefits, as it allowed her to understand the workings of human society in a very short time, as well as some historical knowledge and the like, so Wu Bin didn’t have to explain these things to her anymore.
The viewers in the live stream laughed when they heard Zhu Ling say this.
"Can’t handle it? Little Sister Zhu Ling hasn’t experienced the green-skin trains during the Spring Festival. Back then, the crowds were truly overwhelming -- you could probably get on at the train station without your feet even touching the ground, taking off on the spot."
"Things are much better now with advanced technology; you can buy tickets directly online. Back when we went home for the Spring Festival, we had to take time off work just to buy tickets at the counter, and even then, we sometimes couldn’t get them. To ensure we could buy tickets, we often had to line up overnight the day before."
"I clearly remember the year I stood on a green-skin train all the way home. Thinking back, I really was something else; more than forty hours, I literally stood the whole journey!"
Having all been through tough times themselves, the viewers in the live stream started to get nostalgic when they saw the scenes at the bus station, and the number of people watching online even increased significantly.
Soon, the coach had gathered all its passengers.
The ticket collector closed the door and then sat down in his seat, counting the tickets while saying to the driver, "Okay, everyone’s here, let’s go."
The driver didn’t waste words and started the bus, beginning to leave the station.
To the driver and ticket collector, this ritual was just part of their daily routine, repeated every day.
But for most of the viewers, it was a childhood memory.
After all, these days many people travel by high-speed trains instead, and very few take coaches anymore.
Coach routes are generally to smaller towns that high-speed trains don’t reach, and it’s quite rare to have one that goes directly from a small place to Magictown.
Seeing that the bus ride would last at least twenty-some hours, Wu Bin was preparing to catch some sleep on the bus.
That’s when a man sitting in front turned his head to Wu Bin and said, "Brother, I prefer sitting in the back. How about we swap? I won’t swap for free; I’ll give you two hundred yuan, how’s that?"
As the man spoke to Wu Bin, his eyes kept darting towards Zhu Ling and He Bingbing, making it obvious that he wanted to swap seats to sit next to the two women.
Wu Bin furrowed his brow.
"No swap."
"Brother, how about four hundred yuan? Or you name the price."
"No swap. Scram."
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