Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

"We two will provide the money, and you two will provide the labor. It's a clear division of labor, and no one will take advantage of us," Xu Zhixia said with a smile, patting Lin Miaomiao's shoulder in a relaxed and casual tone.

Song Ran and Lin Miaomiao exchanged a glance. Neither of them were the type to be coy or pretentious, so they stopped refusing and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then we'll make sure to keep a clear record of all the expenses, making sure every single one is accounted for," Lin Miaomiao said earnestly.

Although they verbally agreed, the two had already secretly decided that they absolutely could not let Shen Jingshu and Xu Zhixia pay for the entire trip. After setting off, they would secretly take out their own saved pocket money to make up for some of the expenses.

We're all roommates, and when we go out to have fun, we want to be happy and comfortable. Nobody wants to be taken advantage of.

Song Ran silently calculated that the money she had saved from her part-time jobs would be enough to cover the entrance fees and miscellaneous expenses along the way. Lin Miaomiao, on the other hand, had already opened her phone's notes app and started planning the budget item by item, secretly thinking that she must spend every penny wisely to make this first trip for the four of them perfect and without any regrets.

The dormitory was brightly lit, and the four girls huddled together, chatting excitedly about their upcoming trip to Yunnan.

With the end of the semester approaching, the group of roommates were looking forward to their summer trip to Yunnan. However, a late-night SOS call suddenly shattered their peaceful campus life.

Late at night, the phone screen suddenly lit up, and the caller ID clearly showed Xuanfeng.

Shen Jingshu was slightly taken aback when she saw the name.

After Xiao Wang Village finished dealing with the illusion incident, Xuan Feng took the initiative to add her contact information. At that time, Shen Jing Shu had already seen his face and predicted that he would soon encounter a life-or-death calamity, so she readily agreed to become friends.

At that time, Xuanfeng was flattered and never expected that this highly skilled metaphysical master would be willing to leave his contact information. Little did he know that this phone call would actually come in handy today.

When the call connected, Xuanfeng's voice on the other end of the line was tense and trembling, filled with barely concealed panic and a desperate plea for help.

Shen Jingshu's expression turned serious. She gave a few brief replies, hung up the phone, and immediately stood up.

"Something urgent has come up, and I have to go out for a bit," she hurriedly told her three roommates who were still looking at travel guides for Yunnan.

Xu Zhixia and the other two were already used to Shen Jingshu often having to deal with all sorts of trivial matters, so they didn't ask any questions, only telling her to be careful on the road.

The counselor had already approved a long-term leave slip for Shen Jingshu, granting her the right to freely enter and leave the campus. At this moment, there was still a long time before the dormitory curfew, so her entry and exit were not hindered.

Shen Jingshu walked quickly out of the dormitory building, her steps hurried, heading straight for the gate of Peking University.

On the other side, Xuanfeng breathed a long sigh of relief after hanging up the phone, his tense nerves easing slightly. However, as he scanned his surroundings, a chill ran down his spine, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

The story begins during the day.

During the day, Xuanfeng came across a chilling message in the Xuanmen fellow practitioners' communication group.

In the suburbs of Beijing, a No. 14 bus has mysteriously disappeared since last night.

Nowadays, surveillance cameras are everywhere. In this era, an entire large bus, along with the bus driver and a stranded passenger, disappeared without warning on an empty highway in the suburbs.

After receiving the report, the local police immediately dispatched a large number of officers to the scene for on-site investigation. They retrieved and checked all the surveillance footage at all intersections along the route and searched the surrounding area of ​​the highway countless times, but they could not find a trace of the bus.

The car, driver, and passengers seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

The people in the Xuanmen group were discussing it, but most of them just regarded it as a strange and bizarre thing. They sighed a few times from behind the screen, but no one intended to go and find out for themselves.

Xuanfeng was young and ambitious. Having cultivated for many years, he considered himself quite capable. He was itching to go to the suburban highway to take a look and perhaps find out some clues.

He thought it was just an ordinary, sinister incident, but he never expected that his trip out would lead him straight into a dangerous and unpredictable situation, leaving him trapped in a perilous predicament with no way to advance or retreat. In desperation, he hurriedly dialed Shen Jingshu's number for help.

Xuanfeng couldn't shake the feeling after seeing the news during the day.

As evening fell, he drove alone to this highway on the outskirts of Beijing, where strange things frequently happened.

The entire road was deserted and lifeless, with no sign of human habitation, looking no different from any other suburban road. Holding a compass, he repeatedly explored and deduced along the road, making hand seals and carefully sensing, but he could not detect even the slightest trace of yin energy, nor could he find any unusual signs.

After several fruitless investigations, Xuanfeng felt a little doubtful, thinking it was just an exaggeration in the rumors. He was about to turn around and leave, returning empty-handed.

But just then, the sky completely darkened.

In the boundless darkness, a thick layer of white fog suddenly surged out of nowhere on the road ahead. The fog billowed and spread, instantly enveloping the entire highway, and visibility plummeted to zero.

Deep within the fog, the faint, dim yellow light of car headlights pierced through layers of white mist, swaying slowly as it approached.

Xuanfeng's heart tightened instantly, his nerves tensed up, and he immediately focused his gaze.

The light grew closer and clearer, revealing an old bus slowly emerging from the thick fog.

Once the vehicle was completely clear, Xuanfeng's pupils suddenly contracted.

A faded sign hangs prominently at the front of the bus – Route 14!

It was that mysterious bus that vanished into thin air for an entire day, the police searched the entire internet to no avail, and seemed to have disappeared into thin air!

Xuanfeng's breath hitched, his feet firmly planted on the roadside, as he held his breath and stared intently at the strange bus slowly approaching.

The old car body is mottled and worn, and it drives silently on the road without the sound of an engine, eerily quiet.

Finally, the missing No. 14 bus came to a steady stop beside him.

"Click—"

The old car door opened automatically inwards.

A kind-looking middle-aged driver sat in the driver's seat. He slowly turned his head, his expression calm and showing no sign of anything unusual. His tone was simple yet warm:

"Young man, hurry up and get on the bus! This is the last bus, it's about to leave. After dropping off the last passengers at the terminal, I can go home. My wife and kids are waiting for me to have dinner."

The driver appeared calm and spoke casually, as if everything was perfectly normal.

Xuanfeng's eyes were deep and he pondered for three seconds.

Ordinary vehicles would never appear out of thin air here, much less a mysterious bus that has disappeared.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Having cultivated for many years and deeply understanding the dangers of the esoteric arts, he was not afraid to investigate the truth. So he simply boarded the bus to find out what secrets this strange bus was hiding.

Xuanfeng stepped onto the bus, took out some change from his bag, and put it into the coin box.

"Alright, young man, find a seat." The driver replied with a smile, casually adding, "There are so few people tonight. You're only the second passenger I've picked up tonight. You're lucky; there are practically no cars on this remote stretch of road, and this is the last one. If you miss this one, you'll probably have to walk back tonight. In this godforsaken place, it's impossible to get a taxi."

As soon as he finished speaking, the driver casually asked, "By the way, did you just get off work too? Like that young lady in the car."

Upon hearing this, Xuanfeng's heart stirred, and he immediately raised his eyes to scan the carriage.

The dimly lit, old carriage was filled with a damp, musty smell.

His gaze swept across the seats, and he was shocked to find that there was a familiar face sitting in the back of the carriage—Lin Yueru!