Chapter 122: Chapter 121: "This is called 'the swan flies without trace, but the murder leaves its mark.

After finishing all of this, Chen Miao finally relaxed a bit and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a smile, "Get on the bus first, I've arranged for someone to handle it, and there should be good news very soon."

With the abilities of Zhou Shen, Yuan Buping, and the others, it was very easy to kill two people in Fengtian City.

Not difficult at all.

Moreover, it didn't sound like they were Supernatural Players, just an ordinary person who had lost their sense of morality.

"It's also fortunate that you are from Fengtian City. It would be difficult if it were any other city."

"I'm definitely from Fengtian City."

The middle-aged man in front of him had clearly lost a lot of memories and wasn't very rational, but the remnants of his memory still made him say, "Isn't this bus departing from Fengtian City? I plan to ride this bus to go to hell and be reborn. If I weren't from Fengtian, how could I be waiting for this bus?"

"Ah?"

Chen Miao suddenly froze for a moment, subconsciously feeling as if he had captured some key information. He walked around to the back of the bus and looked at the bus's license plate number.

Feng·GA182.

He hadn't been paying much attention before, but with the middle-aged man's words, did it mean the main task of this bus was to take the souls of those wronged in Fengtian City in the last few days to hell to be reborn?

Starting from Fengtian City.

Then, were the passengers on the road definitely the lost souls who had died unjustly near Fengtian City?

Did the initial stop pick up lost souls, and did cities like Broken Pot City and Jingjiu City pick up Supernatural Players like them? Did this mean that any uninvited passengers were definitely Fengtian's lost souls?

If that was the case...

A fervent idea flashed through Chen Miao's mind, as long as Yuan Buping and the others did their jobs well, and he got every passenger on board, couldn't he obtain a large number of ticket rewards?

After all, was there any injustice in Fengtian that he couldn't deal with?

Swallowing a little, he glanced at the emotional responses of Zhou Shen and others in the power channel and sent another message.

"Focus on investigating the information related to the Hell Bus ticket conductor, find out what those conductors that survived previous events did, and kill that couple as soon as possible, the faster the better!"

...

Meanwhile, in Fengtian City, Zhou Shen and his group gathered at the Eternal Cemetery, their emotions surging as they continuously threw punches, yet deep concern filled their eyes.

The good news, Miao wasn't dead.

The bad news, Miao was in event number 128.

"Whew!"

Zhou Shen took a deep breath before quickly saying, "There's no need to worry too much, although the number is rather early. I checked, and this event scales with the number of people, up to 18 people max."

"As long as it's not a full bus, there's a chance of survival, no guaranteed death. With Miao's strength, he's certain to live."

"The most important thing for us now is to find that couple quickly. Considering Miao's urgency, he must have received a task in the event that requires killing people outside. If it's not completed within a certain time, Miao might be in trouble."

"I've already asked my former subordinates to investigate, and we should have specific information soon."

He was the only one among them who had experienced a fixed event, and he understood the level of terror and the sense of powerlessness in a fixed event more than anyone here.

How to describe that sense of powerlessness?

It feels like you should just give up and die without resisting, as although you might live a bit longer by resisting, the psychological pressure makes it very easy to lose hope and just wish to end it all. After all, the suffering is only for a moment, and death means everything is over.

That's how he gave up on himself in the last moments of his life, only to think of his wife suddenly at the end and gain a moment of clarity. He got up again and, though he survived, he was left with injuries that couldn't be healed in a lifetime, tormenting him constantly.

Only he knew why he had been so arrogant today.

He didn't have to consider the repercussions of everything today, nor worry about what the future held. To everyone else, he may have seemed mad, but only he knew he had no choice.

The entire Fengtian City Government was aware of his close association with Chen Miao, and he had even joined Chen Miao's force, the Tomb Guardians.

And Miao had entered a fixed event with the number 128.

Zhou Shen knew very well how low the survival rate for such an early-numbered event was, let alone the fact that before they left, Miao had told them it was the Hell Bus with a full load of 18 people and that there had never been a record of survivors!

If Miao died, his position would definitely be untenable, and he would be pushed out the next day. He had risen to power through Miao, and his future status was tied to Miao's life!

If Miao died, even if he had been low-key today, he would still be knocked down tomorrow.

If Miao survived!

What did it mean for a level 14 gunman to return alive from a fully-loaded Hell Bus ensured a 100% death rate? Did the Fengtian City Government team need anyone to explain what that meant?

It meant that no matter how arrogant he was today, there would be plenty of people willing to clean up after him!

As long as Miao stood, he would stand!

Understanding this point, it became clear why he was so arrogant today; none of this was important. He had already informed the Fengtian City Government team that Miao was on the Hell Bus loaded with 18 people, and everything he was doing was in service of Miao.

Today, no one would stop him.

But this didn't mean tacit approval of his actions.

If Miao came out alive, everything would be fine; if Miao died inside, he would have to spend over a decade in prison because of what happened today.

...

At that moment, inside fixed event number 128.

Within 10 minutes, everyone had safely returned without losing any more individuals, leading to a collective sigh of relief. Up to now, they had only lost one person.

If they could keep this up, maybe they could actually clear the event.

After they got on the bus, everyone was momentarily taken aback upon seeing an additional man in the back seat grasping a briefcase, his face a blurry mess of blood and flesh, before quickly averting their eyes and subconsciously looking towards Chen Miao.

After all, Chen Miao was the ticket collector; this passenger must have boarded with Chen Miao's permission.

But seeing that Chen Miao had no intention of explaining, they didn't ask further questions.

About seventeen or eighteen minutes passed, and the bus was still in motion without reaching the third station, when Chen Miao suddenly opened his eyes and smiled, a hint of surprise in his gaze.

He hadn't expected Hungry Monkey and the others to be so efficient. It had only been 20 minutes.

And they had already successfully completed the task.

Moreover, they had done it beautifully. He was about to show the video to the middle-aged man in the back seat when he noticed that the man seemed already aware of it, giving him a nod with a smile, the hostility on his body dissipated instantly, then he sat quietly in his seat, the satisfied grin remaining on his lips.

At the same time, a panel popped up in front of him.

"Ding, congratulations on earning the man's fare, D-class Taboo Item 'Lover's Frenzy'."

"Heh."

Seeing the panel before him, Chen Miao suddenly grinned, and under the baffled gaze of everyone, he walked to the door in the middle of the bus, audaciously opening it manually, and hung half his body outside the bus.

In a surge of excitement, he shouted:

"The Fengtian City bus to Hell number 119, anyone else boarding, hurry the fuck up!"

"Wave your hand and I'll stop!"