Survival on the bus in class, I'm the only boy in the whole class.

After saying that, Chen Qing got up and walked out, but Wang Zihan subconsciously tugged at his sleeve, her voice slightly flustered: "Class monitor..."

Chen Qing turned to look at her and saw that Wang Zihan's eyes were red and glistening with tears, and the wound on her palm was still bleeding.

"What's wrong? Does your wound hurt?"

"No," Wang Zihan shook her head, biting her lip, "I...don't take what I just said to heart. I was just too scared, that's why I said it..."

"It's nothing." Chen Qing smiled, reached into the system backpack and pulled out a bottle of iodine and gauze, handing them to her. "Treat the wound first, we can talk about the rest later."

Looking into Chen Qing's eyes, Wang Zihan felt a little less flustered. She took the iodine solution, lowered her head, and whispered, "Thank you, squad leader..."

Although Yan Xia wore a detached, gossipy expression, she was actually quite concerned.

The vinegar jar was about to be overturned.

It seems Yan Xia has to strike first.

Chen Qing arrived outside the abandoned bus, walked to the bodies of Liu Man and the other two, and frowned slightly.

With a thought, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and his Heavenly Eye talent was instantly activated, with lines of information clearly appearing before his eyes.

[Dead.]

[Bewitched by the ghostly illusions broadcast over the radio, he fell into cognitive dissonance, believing himself to be a mad dog.]

"It really was the radio station's doing."

Chen Qing muttered to himself, rubbing his chin with his fingertips, "To be able to push someone to this point, and with Liu Man and the other two almost touching us just now, this ghost must be lurking nearby, just not showing itself yet."

He glanced warily at the gray fog around him, the deathly silence carrying an eerie atmosphere.

Just then, a light footstep came from the depths of the mist, unhurried yet carrying an inexplicable sense of oppression.

A withered figure slowly emerged from the gray mist, covered in dark red bloodstains, and wearing a tattered burial shroud.

It was the elderly person in funeral clothes that they had just delivered to Tianhe Railway Station.

"The old man in the funeral shroud?" Chen Qing's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously took a half step back. "Why is it back? And why is it coming this way?"

He couldn't understand why the old man would suddenly return when the mission was clearly completed, and judging from his appearance, it seemed like he was coming specifically for him.

Not daring to be careless, Chen Qing activated his Heavenly Eye again, aiming it at the old man in the burial clothes.

This time, the information his talent provided stunned him.

[No malicious intent, seeking help.]

[Task: Guide the elderly person dressed in funeral attire to the ticket gate at Tianhe Railway Station.]

"Seriously?" Chen Qing's lips twitched, his mind filled with doubt. "I just helped it to the station, and now I have another task? Is this old man directionally challenged? He can't even find the ticket gate?"

However, upon seeing the words "no malicious intent," he felt relieved, and his tense body relaxed a little.

The old man in the funeral clothes walked step by step to Chen Qing and stopped.

His face was gaunt and emaciated, his eyes were sunken, and his cloudy eyes stared straight at Chen Qing as he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I can't find the ticket gate... Could you take me there?"

Chen Qing was wearing professional-grade noise-canceling earplugs and couldn't hear what he was saying at all, but Tianyan had already clearly explained the mission prompts.

Looking into the old man's fixed gaze, he felt a chill run down his spine, making him feel uneasy being stared at like that.

"Grandpa, I'll take you there."

The girls inside the abandoned bus had already noticed the commotion outside and were all peering out through the broken windows.

When the elderly man in his funeral clothes turned back, the carriage erupted in chaos.

Yan Xia asked in surprise, "Huh? Why is this old man back again? Wasn't the mission completed? Is he trying to back out? Will Chen Qing be in danger?"

Han Qingxue shook her head: "Probably not. The class monitor is talented. If there were any danger, he would have warned us long ago. Let's wait and see."

Wen Ting added, "The old man in the funeral clothes didn't show any aggression; maybe he just had something left undone."

Chen Qing said, "Don't panic, everyone. The old man in the funeral clothes means no harm. He can't find the ticket gate and needs me to take him there."

"Yu Ranran, come with me. It'll be good to have someone to look after you."

He considered that the ghost of the broadcast was still lurking nearby, even though the old man in the burial clothes meant no harm.

But if we encounter danger along the way, having a combatant by our side would give us peace of mind.

"Yay!" Yu Ranran immediately jumped up excitedly, quickly jumped off the bus, and ran to Chen Qing's side, her little face full of joy.

"Class monitor, I'm here! Remember to give me potato chips after you finish the task!"

She looked at Chen Qing with bright, sparkling eyes, like a little gluttonous cat begging for food.

Chen Qing nodded: "Finish the task first, and you'll get your share of potato chips."

Then, Chen Qing walked in front, with Yu Ranran beside him, glancing around every now and then, alert to any movement around them.

The elderly man in the funeral clothes followed at the very back, his steps still unhurried.

The interior of Tianhe Railway Station looks even more eerie than the exterior.

The walls on both sides of the platform are mottled and peeling, revealing the blackened bricks inside. In the corners, there are piles of messy abandoned luggage and old seats, covered with a thick layer of dust.

Besides gravel and glass, the ground was also littered with dry leaves and unidentified debris, which made a "rustling" sound when stepped on, which was particularly clear in the empty station.

The entire station was eerily quiet; not a sound could be heard from any living creature except for the footsteps of the three of them and the occasional static from a distant broadcast, which sent chills down one's spine.

Following the blurry road signs on the wall, Chen Qing continued her search.

The lettering on the road sign had long since faded, and only the outline of the three characters "ticket gate" could be barely discerned.

He led the two through a dimly lit corridor, most of the windows on both sides of which were broken, and gray fog poured in from outside, making the view even more obscured.

After walking for about five minutes, a sign that read "Gate 1" finally appeared ahead. The sign was rusty and rickety.

The ticket gate was already damaged and hung there crookedly. Behind it was the dark tunnel entrance, like the mouth of a giant beast, exuding an aura that kept strangers away.

"Sir, this is the ticket gate."

Chen Qing turned to the old man in the burial clothes and pointed to the gate.

The old man in the burial clothes slowly raised his head, glanced at the sign at the ticket gate, then turned to look at Chen Qing. His thin face was expressionless, he just nodded slowly, and his hoarse voice rang out again.

"Thank you... I can help you with something, within my capabilities."

Chen Qing was still wearing earplugs and didn't hear what he said, but Tianyan gave a hint.

[Task complete.]

[Reward: Based on the promise of the elderly person wearing the funeral clothes, you can request them to perform one task within their capabilities. The request must be confirmed on the spot.]

Chen Qing asked doubtfully, "Could you help me with something?"

He began to wonder, "What can he do for me? Maybe he can find me some rare resources?"

He told everyone about the old man's reward for wearing the funeral clothes and his doubts, asking for their suggestions.

Yu Ranran exclaimed excitedly, "Class monitor, class monitor, ask it to get me lots and lots of potato chips, all kinds of flavors!"

"Tomato flavor, original flavor, barbecue flavor... the more the better, this should be within its capabilities, right?"

Yan Xia looked at Yu Ranran with exasperation. "Yu Ranran, can't you have any ambition? You actually used such a precious promise to exchange for potato chips? That's such a waste, it's a complete misuse of talent."

Yu Ranran pouted, looking aggrieved. "But I really want to eat potato chips..."