Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

The bus bumped and sped along the dirt road leading to Caixu Commune, kicking up a trail of dust.

Some people in the carriage began to doze off, and no one noticed the pale faces of the three people in the front row.

Lin Feng slumped in the window seat, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror.

In the rearview mirror, the bus station grew farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, until it finally shrank into a blurry black dot.

But in the last instant before the black dot disappeared, he saw a cold glint.

A head fell to the ground.

Xiao Mei's body slumped softly onto the platform like a puppet with its strings cut.

Lin Feng's hands began to tremble. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his flesh, forcing himself not to think about the head that had rolled away, not to think about the eyes that were staring at the entrance of the station.

"She...she's dead..."

Aunt Li's voice came from the side, "Xiao Mei... she's dead..."

"Shut up!"

Li Tiezhu shouted in a low voice, but his voice was trembling, "Don't speak! Don't turn around!"

Driver Lao Wu sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel were sweaty, and he dared not look back, but the scene in the rearview mirror was crystal clear.

He unconsciously pressed the accelerator a little harder.

The bus sped along the dirt road like a madman, and some people in the carriage began to grumble in dissatisfaction.

"Why are you driving so fast? Are you in a rush to be reborn?"

"Slow down, slow down, you're shaking me to death!"

Old Wu ignored them.

He just stared intently at the road ahead, at the bus station that was getting farther and farther away in the rearview mirror.

But just when he thought he was safe...

Lin Feng suddenly spoke up, "Why? Why are the evil spirits chasing after us?"

"Shouldn't he have gone to the train station? There are so many people there, why would he chase after us little shrimps?"

Li Tiezhu was stumped by the question.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his mind went blank.

Yes, why?

There were four of them—no, now there are three.

They are among the smartest.

Everyone else was rushing to the train station and squeezing into crowded places, thinking that they could survive by blending into the crowd.

They did the opposite, running to the countryside, to places where there were no people.

Evil spirits should go to the train station.

There are at least ten targets there.

Why chase after them of all?

"unless……"

Lin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted. "Unless someone betrayed us before they died."

The carriage was silent for three seconds.

Then, Lin Feng slammed his fist on the back of the seat, making a dull thud: "It must be that stupid woman, Xiao Mei!"

"That good-for-nothing wretch is definitely because she's waiting for that bastard Xiao Yan."

He must have encountered some evil spirit on his way to the bus station, which caused us all to be dragged out.

Lin Feng became increasingly angry as he spoke, and slammed his fist on the car window again, causing the glass to vibrate with a "whoosh."

"What love is she waiting for? What damn man is she waiting for? What she'll get in return is the lives of everyone on this busload! We'll all be buried with her!!"

"Damn it!!!"

Li Tiezhu's expression also changed.

He recalled the way Xiaomei had blocked the car door earlier, her words, "You guys don't understand what love is at all," and the faint pang of reluctance he had felt at the time.

Now, that initial reluctance had completely transformed into rage. "That bitch!"

Li Tiezhu cursed loudly, spitting all over the ground, "Does she even know what she's doing? She's sold us all out for a man who's been sleeping with someone else's wife."

Aunt Li couldn't hold back any longer.

She is usually quiet and timid at home, never daring to talk back to anyone.

But at this moment, the fear of death overwhelmed decades of cowardice. "She deserved it! She deserved to be beheaded! She deserved to go to hell! If she weren't dead, I would have beaten her to death too!"

That's enough.

Driver Wu said in a deep voice, "What's the use of saying all this now? The person is dead."

The car fell silent.

But the silence lasted for less than ten seconds.

Old Wu's eyes suddenly widened like saucers, staring intently at the rearview mirror. His lips began to tremble, and all the color drained from his face.

"Evil spirits...evil spirits are catching up."

Lin Feng's heart sank.

Almost instinctively, he turned his head and looked back through the car window. At the end of the dirt road, dust was flying everywhere.

And in that dust, a small dark shadow was moving.

It doesn't run, it doesn't walk, it floats.

Lin Feng's eyes widened.

That speed was not even a fraction faster than their bus traveling at full speed.

"No...it's impossible...this can't be..."

But the facts are right before our eyes.

The dark figure drew closer and closer.

In the moonlight, one could vaguely see the axe he was dragging in his hand, its blade carving a deep groove in the ground and kicking up a trail of dust.

Li Tiezhu also saw it.

His legs began to weaken, and he slid off his seat, kneeling on the carriage floor: "It's over...it's over...we're finished..."

Aunt Li was no longer able to speak.

She just gripped Li Tiezhu's arm tightly, her nails digging into his flesh until they bled, without even realizing it.

His eyes were wide open, but his pupils had shrunk to pinpoints as he stared intently at the approaching shadow outside the window.

The other passengers in the carriage finally realized that something was wrong.

Someone followed Lin Feng's gaze and looked back, seeing the dark figure chasing the car, and let out a scream:

"What is that?!"

"Someone is chasing the car!"

"Look, look! It looks like a child!"

"A kid running so fast?!"

"No! No! That's—"

Screams erupted one after another, and the car instantly descended into chaos.

Some people stood up to look back, some squeezed to the window, and some started banging on the partition behind the driver's seat.

"Driver! Drive faster! Drive faster!"

Old Wu had already floored the accelerator.

But the bus had already reached its speed limit, and the engine was roaring under the strain, but the speed could not be increased any further.

The dark figure drew ever closer.

One hundred meters.

Eighty meters.

Fifty meters.

Under the moonlight, I could finally see that face clearly.

Eight years old.

Naïve.

calm.

There was even a faint smile on his lips.

He carried the bloodstained axe as if it were a beloved toy, running along the dirt road.

Every step was light and steady, each landing felt like stepping on cotton, yet each step covered an incredible distance.

"Lin Tian...it's that brat Lin Tian..."

Lin Feng slumped into his seat, muttering to himself, "I never thought the real evil spirit would be him. He's here... he's really here..."

Now, karma has caught up with them.

"No... I don't want to die..."

Lin Feng jumped up and rushed to the driver's seat. "Driver! Drive faster! Drive faster!"

"That's already the fastest!" Old Wu roared, his voice cracking with fear.

"Then let's think of a way! Let's think of a way!"

"What can I do? This is a bus, not an airplane."

The two argued next to the driver's seat, and screams and cries filled the car.

Some were praying, some were cursing, and some had broken down, crouching under their seats with their heads in their hands, trembling all over.

Only Aunt Li, with strength she didn't know she possessed, suddenly rushed to the window and screamed at the approaching dark figure outside:

"Lin Tian! Lin Tian! I was wrong. I shouldn't have taken your things. I'll give you back the bag of flour and the twenty yuan, I'll give you back double, please forgive me."

Outside the window, Lin Tian's figure never stopped.

He simply looked up and glanced at her.

That glance was calm, as calm as looking at a corpse.

Then he continued his pursuit.

Aunt Li's legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground.

"He...he won't let us go, he won't let anyone go..."

Old Wu stared at the approaching figure in the rearview mirror and muttered to himself, "Only twenty meters... ten meters..."

"Bang--!!!"

A loud bang was heard, and the entire bus shook violently.

Screams erupted inside the car; some people were thrown from their seats, and others crashed into the windows.

Old Wu struggled to keep the steering wheel steady and looked back in the rearview mirror.

The shadowy figure had caught up at some point and was now standing at the back of the car, one hand gripping the ladder behind the car and the other dragging the axe.

The wind blew his hair, revealing the face of an eight-year-old child.

Lin Tian smiled.

That smile was innocent and naive, like someone playing a fun game.

Then he raised the axe.

Aim it at the rear window of the car.

……