The burly man shivered, "What's wrong with this bus? Why is it so chilly in here? Everything feels wrong."

“This bus doesn’t actually exist in our world,” Zhou Yang solemnly explained. “It only appears in the world of the living at a certain time. Didn't you look carefully before boarding?"

The burly man looked frightened, "What the hell do you do? How do you know about this?"

"This is what I study,” said Zhou Yang. “You can check out my Weibo, ‘Nighttime Ghost Encounters.’"

When I sat back in my seat, Bingxin smiled, "Anyway, tonight was worth it. It was much more fun than a haunted house."

"Aren't you afraid?" I asked curiously.

"I'm not afraid of anything with you around!" she giggled.

The bus was already...