My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

Zhang Ying stood beside the overgrown bus stop, the night wind swirling withered leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound. In the distance, a dilapidated bus was gradually pulling into the stop, bumping along.

Instinctively, Zhang Ying immediately opened his eerie eyes, staring intently at the bus, trying to find even the slightest trace of yin energy.

However, to his surprise, there was no eerie atmosphere surrounding the bus; it seemed to be just an ordinary, old bus.

Zhang Ying frowned, his doubts still lingering, but his tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Since the bus didn't have any eerie aura, it was probably just an unknown night bus. However, having lived in this area for so many years as a child, he had never heard of a night bus route running on this secluded road.

"Never mind, this place is too creepy."

Zhang Ying rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and decided to leave the oppressive bus station as soon as possible and find a main road to wait for a ride-hailing car.

He started walking, preparing to leave the bus stop. However, after taking a few steps forward, a strong sense of unease suddenly overwhelmed him.

Not right.

He clearly felt that he had taken several big steps, and could even feel the muscles in his legs working, but when he subconsciously glanced at the platform out of the corner of his eye, his pupils suddenly contracted!

He moved less than a meter from where he was standing!

A bead of cold sweat slowly trickled down his forehead and across his cheek.

Zhang Ying refused to believe it, gritted his teeth, quickened his pace, and almost jogged forward.

No matter how fast he ran, his feet seemed to be glued to the ground, and he could only move a little bit at a time.

What's even more terrifying is that the distance you move forward each time is getting shorter, as if you're being constantly compressed by some kind of force.

One meter, half a meter, ten centimeters...

It's like being trapped in the famous "Zeno's Tortoise Paradox," where no matter how hard he tries, he can never reach the front, nor can he ever get rid of the platform behind him.

This anomaly, which defies the common sense of physics, made Zhang Ying realize instantly that he was not lost, but had actually fallen into a bizarre attack!

"Damn it!"

He abruptly stopped, forcibly steadying his breathing, and activated his Ghost Eyes with all his might, cautiously scanning his surroundings. If there were supernatural beings at work, there must be fluctuations of Yin energy.

The strange bus didn't emit any eerie aura, so where was the monster hiding? Was it in the roadside bushes? Or in the treetops overhead?

However, what he couldn't understand and was terrified of was that, in his eerie vision, there wasn't a trace of yin energy in this area at all.

In other words, there are no monsters here at all.

But that's the most unusual thing!

Without strange occurrences, how could there be a "ghost wall"? This illogical environment made Zhang Ying realize that something was extremely wrong.

"Senior!"

He made a quick decision and focused his consciousness into the panel, trying to summon Li Ziqing.

But something even more unexpected happened.

When he tried to connect with the consciousness panel, his mind was completely blank.

This space seemed to be completely isolated by some domineering force, making it impossible for him to sense Li Ziqing.

He now seems to have entered some kind of parallel universe, or been stripped out of the real world.

This made Zhang Ying instantly realize a despairing truth.

Perhaps I've fallen into a "ghostly realm." And it's the kind of ghostly realm that can completely suppress outsiders.

Just then, a screeching sound of brakes interrupted his thoughts.

The eerie bus was about to arrive at the stop, its massive tires screeching over the gravel.

Alarm bells were ringing in Zhang Ying's mind. He thought that if he didn't leave now, it might be too late. Once he got on this vehicle, who knew where he would be taken?

"Since this is also a realm of ghosts, then I can use a realm of ghosts to fight against another realm of ghosts!"

He recalled the scene of the strange creature sitting in the red sedan chair unleashing its ghostly domain, colliding with Li Ziqing's ghostly domain. Perhaps the collision of the two ghostly domains could tear open a gap.

Zhang Ying's eyes hardened, and he suddenly opened his right hand.

hiss-

The skin on my right forearm vanished instantly, as if corroded by an invisible strong acid, revealing the underlying woody skin.

"A ghostly realm, a lake soaked in blood!"

With a low shout, a bloody stench filled the air.

But what happened next made him widen his eyes in surprise.

The strange energy that flowed from his hand, which should have quickly eroded the surrounding area, began to boil violently the moment it touched the ground, and then turned into red steam that quickly dissipated into the air.

Inside this station, his domain of supernatural power was completely suppressed and could not be deployed at all!

Even the slightest drop of blood was mercilessly swallowed up by this space.

Zhang Ying was at his wit's end. His blood had dried up, and he had no way to escape.

What on earth is this eerie train station? How can it suppress all supernatural forces?

puff-

With the sound of the air brakes being released, the dilapidated bus finally came to a stop at the station.

The train doors folded open with a creaking sound. Zhang Ying stood at the station, staring intently into the train, too afraid to board.

In the dim light inside the bus, he observed the vehicle. A middle-aged male bus driver sat in the driver's seat, wearing a blue uniform, but his skin was deathly pale, devoid of any color. His hands gripped the steering wheel stiffly, and his eyes were cloudy and bulging. He didn't look like a living person, but rather a manipulated corpse.

Just as Zhang Ying hesitated, a series of heavy footsteps suddenly came from the back door of the bus.

Thump, thump, thump.

A woman holding a black umbrella stepped off the bus from the back door.

Zhang Ying subconsciously looked at the woman, and with just one glance, he trembled all over, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

The woman wore a long, black and white dress of an old and strange style. Her face was completely hidden under a huge black umbrella, making it impossible to see her features. What was most unsettling was her height; she was almost as tall as the roof of the bus, forcing her to hunch over slightly to get off.

hum... hum...

The faint buzzing of mosquitoes' wings emanated from under the black umbrella, a dense, unsettling sound that sent chills down one's spine.

Mosquito Girl!

Zhang Ying felt a chill run through his body, and his heart pounded violently. The monster he had seen when he first activated his Ghost Eye was one that had left a psychological scar on him.

Why did Mosquito Girl get off this bus?

Before he could think it through, Mosquito Girl had already turned and left, ignoring Zhang Ying standing at the front door. Instead, she held up her huge black umbrella and walked back along the country road he had just taken, quickly disappearing into the night.

Zhang Ying swallowed hard, suppressing his fear, and stared intently in the direction the Mosquito Woman had gone with his eerie eyes.

To his surprise, he couldn't detect even a trace of Yin energy from the Mosquito Woman, nor could he see any information on her panel.

In that instant, an even more terrifying thought surfaced in his mind.

This made him realize that perhaps it wasn't that the Mosquito Woman lacked Yin energy, but rather that his eerie eyes were being suppressed!

After the woman with mosquitoes left, the bus remained at the stop and did not immediately close its doors and leave.

The back door slowly closed, while the front door remained open, seemingly waiting for Zhang Ying to get in.

Although Zhang Ying was extremely unwilling to get on the bus, it seemed that the bus was deliberately making things difficult for him and was forcing him to get on.

The surrounding temperature dropped lower and lower, as if entering an ice cellar, so cold that Zhang Ying's skin bristled and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

He tried to take a step back, and that "Zeno's paradox"-like resistance reappeared, even stronger than before; every inch he retreated felt like struggling in quagmire.

Zhang Ying realized that he couldn't escape this calamity. Staying here meant certain death, while getting on the bus might offer a glimmer of hope.

"call……"

He sighed deeply, loosened his clenched fists, took a deep breath, and walked heavily toward the front door of the bus.

Strangely, his journey to the front door of the bus was exceptionally smooth, without any hindrance.

But he knew in his heart that as long as he had the thought of escaping this place and not getting on this vehicle, the distance he could travel would be shortened.

Zhang Ying arrived at the front door, looked at the dark entrance to the carriage, took a deep breath, clenched his fist again, and stepped onto the bus.

*Beep* — Student ID card.

He didn't swipe his card, but that voice inexplicably echoed in his mind.

The moment his feet touched the ground, the front door of the bus slowly closed with a dull thud.

Yin Qi—

A strange engine noise rang out, followed by a plume of black exhaust fumes that instantly engulfed the bus stop.

The bus jolted violently, pulled away from the stop, and carried Zhang Ying into the darkness.