You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

On the bus.

The veteran driver was so frightened when he saw Lu Zhixing and the group of "fierce and evil" guys rushing towards him that he almost died on the spot.

He was just an ordinary player who wanted to visit the world of "Reincarnation"!

Why did I encounter the final bosses of the starting village right at the beginning?

Look at the cult leader's half-human, half-paper appearance, and those two genuine ghosts next to Brother Long...

He dared not drive that car.

The experienced driver, trembling, wanted to unbuckle his seatbelt and run away.

"Don't move!"

Lu Zhixing was the first to rush into the car, and a hand that had turned to paper pressed down on the old driver's shoulder.

"drive."

Lu Zhixing's voice was hoarse, as if devoid of emotion.

"Where...where to?" The experienced driver was almost in tears.

"Go where it's supposed to go." Lu Zhixing pointed to the muddy road leading into the unknown ahead.

The experienced driver dared not resist and could only tremble as he gripped the steering wheel again.

Then, the raging dragon brother, along with his ghost bride and water ghost sister-in-law, got into the car, cursing and swearing.

"Damn it, why does this junk car smell like a corpse..."

He had barely uttered a complaint when he noticed the conspicuous coin box above the driver's seat.

And the rules posted next to the coin box.

Please insert coins before boarding. Thank you for your cooperation.

Other surviving players who followed also boarded the bus one after another.

They had previously looted some ghost money in the village of the unjustly dead, and now they obediently put it in.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

A few sheets of grayish-white paper money fell into the box.

It was Lu Zhixing's turn.

He took out a few pieces of paper money he had found in the ancestral hall from his pocket and threw them in.

Finally, it was Berserk Dragon's turn.

Brother Long searched through all his pockets, his face turning extremely embarrassed.

He has no money.

"Um... can I buy on credit?"

Brother Long looked at the terrified old driver and tried to force a friendly smile.

The experienced driver didn't dare to speak, he just kept shaking his head.

Just when Brother Long was at his wit's end.

The ghost bride beside him silently took a step forward.

Her empty eyes were fixed on the cold coin box.

The temperature inside the carriage seemed to drop a few degrees.

Brother Long was secretly delighted.

Yup!

He also has a wife!

He's now a man with the professional characteristic of "living off a woman's money"!

Although this job has left him with a permanently weak and pale face, as long as it can be useful in a critical moment, that's fine!

"Wife, I'm counting on you!"

Brother Long immediately activated his second professional trait: taking advantage of a woman's kindness.

He attempted to use his own mental energy to command the ghost bride to pay the bill.

The ghost bride received his "instruction" and her stiff body moved.

But to everyone's astonishment, she didn't take out any money. Instead, she stretched out the hand that wasn't sewn back to Brother Long and grabbed his arm.

Then, it was suddenly dragged towards the coin box.

Judging from her posture, it seemed she wanted to stuff the entire Berserk Dragon into that tiny coin slot.

"Holy shit!!!"

Brother Long was so terrified that he let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Let go! Let go! Honey, what are you doing?!"

He struggled desperately, but the ghost bride was incredibly strong.

Brother Long felt like his arm was about to be crushed.

In the ghost bride's logic, there is no concept of "money".

Her understanding of "paying" was to sacrifice "her things" to this iron box.

And Brother Long is "her thing".

The chat in the live stream went wild with laughter again.

Hahaha! I laughed so hard my neighbors thought we were slaughtering a pig!

[Being a kept man is the most dangerous thing! Brother Long, you should just give in!]

[Ghost Bride: What is money? Isn't your husband more valuable?]

[I suggest adding slices of Brother Long in; that way he can ride the bus more often.]

Seeing his upper body almost being stuffed into the coin box, Brother Long was on the verge of tears.

He could only frantically exhaust his already limited mental energy to desperately appease his "temperamental wife".

"Baby! Baby! I was just kidding! No need! No need to be so polite!"

"I can do it myself! I can do it myself!"

After a chaotic scene, the ghost bride finally let go.

Brother Long lay sprawled on the ground, his clothes disheveled, panting heavily, as if he had just escaped death.

Looking at his expressionless "wife" beside him, he began to have serious doubts for the first time about the act of "living off a woman."

This food is piping hot!

In the end, Lu Zhixing couldn't stand it anymore.

He pulled out a black jade pendant he had looted in the village of the unjustly killed and tossed it to Brother Long.

"Try this."

This jade pendant was dropped by an unlucky player after he died. It has a lot of yin energy on it, so it should be usable as money.

Brother Long felt like he had been granted a pardon and quickly picked up the jade pendant, throwing it into the coin box.

With a clang, the coin box finally stopped reacting abnormally.

Brother Long finally breathed a sigh of relief, pulled his troublesome wife along, and found a seat at the back.

Even after the ghost bride got into the car, she still clung to him tightly.

Her sharp fingernails inadvertently grazed Long Ge's thigh as he sat down.

"hiss--"

Brother Long gasped.

He felt several bluish-purple scratches appear on his thigh instantly.

He looked down and felt like crying.

This isn't a daughter-in-law, it's more like we've brought home an ancestor!

The bus restarted.

Under the cautious guidance of the experienced driver, the car slowly drove away from the village of the unjustly killed.

The vehicle was traveling on a muddy dirt road, and the body was shaking violently.

Inside the carriage, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone except Lu Zhixing was on edge.

They didn't know where the car would take them.

Is it another hell, or a true path to survival?

Soon, the bus left the dirt road and entered a thicker gray fog.

The fog here is different from that in the Village of the Wrongfully Dead.

The fog in the village of the unjustly dead is dry and cold, carrying the smell of dust and decay.

The fog here, however, is full of damp, sticky moisture, and carries a faint smell of the sea.

Outside the car window, the scenery began to change strangely.

It is no longer a wilderness and withered trees.

On both sides of the road, towering trees appeared, their roots dancing wildly in the gray fog like tangled tentacles.

Occasionally, you can see some translucent, incomplete, lonely ghosts walking numbly along the roadside like sleepwalkers.

They ignored the moving bus as if it existed in a different dimension.

The players inside the carriage were all pale with fright, strictly adhering to the rules they had followed when boarding:

They dared not talk, dared not look around, and dared not turn around.

Only Lu Zhixing remained calm.

He peered out the car window, carefully observing the scenery outside, his eyes growing increasingly thoughtful.

"We are moving away from the realm of 'wrongful death' and into a new field."

Unable to speak, Lu Zhixing could only communicate with Brother Long and the others via text through the team channel on the Nebula platform.

"Notice the difference between the fog outside and that of the Village of the Wrongfully Dead; the humidity here is very high."

"If I'm not mistaken, the next place should be related to 'water'."

Looking at the upside-down trees outside the window, Mad Dragon felt his worldview being repeatedly crushed, and quickly typed a reply.

"Master, stop analyzing! It's giving me the creeps! What kind of hellish stuff is this?"