Myth News Forecast

The bar where Du Wang works is a high-end, quiet bar.

There are no singers shouting their lungs out here, nor any chaotic dancing.

The customers who come here are looking for a place to have a nice drink and chat with friends.

Therefore, everyone pays special attention to the quality of cocktails.

Once Du Wang appeared at the bar, he was constantly receiving orders.

Many regular customers are willing to wait an extra 20 minutes each day just to have Du Wang mix them a cocktail.

After all, when they see the bartenders flying up and down in those nimble hands, a sight to behold, they immediately feel a sense of satisfaction that they've gotten their money's worth.

Busy times always fly by, and before you know it, it's midnight.

Exhausted and feeling dizzy, Du Wang finally finished his bartending work.

After cleaning the bar area and greeting the boss,

He took off his black vest, put on his own shirt, and left the bar.

The subway had already stopped operating, and only night buses were still running.

So Du Wang walked through the alley to the roadside, walked for a minute, and arrived at the bus stop for Night Route 4.

Several young men and women were already waiting under the bus stop sign.

They all work in bars and restaurants nearby, and like Du Wang, they wait for the bus to go home every day.

Du Wang stood behind the crowd, eating an orange he had taken from the bar while glancing at his phone. He noticed that the last bus on route 4 at night was still ten minutes away from arriving.

"Night Route 4..."

He then remembered the mysterious news forecast he had seen that morning.

"At midnight, ghosts will appear on the night buses in the liberated area..."

He is currently located at the border between the liberated area and the city center.

"But with so many night buses, it probably isn't the one I'm waiting for."

If the three-legged corpse crow hadn't appeared, Du Wang would have thought the so-called demonic descent was just a prank.

But after these two events, he had a vague sense of foreboding.

The whole world seems to be undergoing some unknown, indistinguishable good or bad change.

Although I don't know if it's just a coincidence that I'll run into it, but...

"How about we take a taxi home?"

Du Wang opened the ride-hailing app, only to find that it would cost 28 yuan to take a taxi home from there.

Looking at the two yuan he had left in his wallet, he stood obediently under the bus stop sign.

After waiting for about two minutes, I heard the soft clicking of high heels behind me.

Du Wang didn't pay attention at first, but then he heard the whispers of the people around him turning their heads.

The footsteps grew closer.

He gave up the seat next to him and turned his head to the side.

The next second, a girl wearing a horse-face skirt appeared in his field of vision.

She was about 1.7 meters tall, with a slender and tall figure. She wore a neat low ponytail with wisps of hair hanging down to her collarbone.

Her horse-face skirt was white on top and black on the bottom, and the silk fabric printed with dragon and phoenix patterns gleamed with a cold light.

A glimpse of fair calves is revealed beneath the skirt, paired with lace-trimmed white socks and black leather shoes, exuding both a classical charm and a youthful playfulness.

However, compared to her clothing, the girl's straight posture and demeanor were more impressive.

He didn't seem like a waiter at the nearby bar at all.

The girl's fair right hand was holding a stainless steel competition sword with a red tassel.

Judging from the length of the sword, Du Wangxin roughly estimated it to be around 28 inches, and the weight to be around 500 grams.

The reason it is so precise is because Du Wang used a sword a lot when he was in the martial arts team, and he is very familiar with the standard dimensions of swords used in competitions.

Moreover, the girl's sword didn't look like a decoration.

Judging from the oily, wrapped layer, it must have been used frequently for practice.

Newcomers to the Nancheng Wushu Team?

Du Wang felt a pang of nostalgia, but did not ask any questions.

Just then, a bright light appeared from the misty darkness in the distance, followed by the sounds of tires rubbing and brakes.

"Buzz".

The tinnitus started again, but this time it was masked by the rushing bus.

When the No. 4 bus stopped at night, the waiting crowd lined up in an orderly manner and swiped their cards to board the bus one by one.

Du Wang stood behind the girl and could faintly smell a woody scent.

"drop."

After paying with his phone, he glanced around the carriage and found that the front seats were all occupied, with only a few window seats remaining in the back.

Too lazy to squeeze to the back, he finally chose to stand in the middle of the carriage and lean against the partition.

The girl in the horse-face skirt was also standing beside him.

Only then did Du Wang see her face clearly.

She has a pair of very beautiful big eyes.

The whites of his eyes are pure, and his pupils are jet black.

My gaze brushed past it casually, as if I were looking into a mirror.

However, at this moment, the mirror was completely filled with serious colors.

The carriage lights suddenly went out.

The colorful red and green lights shone through the window onto her face.

Her eyes sparkled, and her expression, so serious, even seemed somewhat adorable.

"What is she thinking about so seriously?"

Du Wang was a little puzzled, but didn't think much of it.

He closed his eyes, held onto the handrail, and planned to take a short nap amidst the turbulence.

Half-asleep, the vehicle slowly drove into the more central part of the liberated area.

A conversation came from behind him.

"Honey, my eyes are so itchy," a girl said in a distressed voice.

"Honey, is your rhinitis acting up again?" her boyfriend asked considerately.

"I don't know, it's so itchy, can you take a look for me, honey?"

"I don't see anything. Why don't you rub it?"

Du Wang changed his posture.

"It's so itchy, rubbing it doesn't help."

"I'll use eye drops when I get home."

"Oh, I feel so uncomfortable."

Hearing the girl's increasingly agitated voice, Du Wang slightly opened his eyes.

He saw the girl who said her eyes were itchy rubbing them frequently, looking as if ants were crawling inside them.

But after rubbing for a while, the itching did not subside.

So she pressed her two thumb knuckles on her eyelids and squeezed them inwards repeatedly, causing her eyeballs to bulge and roll back and forth under the thin eyelids.

Just watching this scene, Du Wang was worried that she might rub her eyelids until they bled.

But this wasn't the end, because the girl soon became increasingly agitated due to the intensifying itching:

"Damn, why is it so itchy?! Ugh!"

She stopped using a high-pitched voice and started speaking rudely.

Seemingly not satisfied with just using her thumb, she simply stretched out her long fingernails and started scratching her eyes.

Afraid that the girl might hurt herself, the boy quickly said, "Stop rubbing it. I'll buy some medicine to apply later."

"Leave me alone!"

The girl yelled in frustration and then frantically scratched her eyelids.

Soon, eyelashes were plucked out one by one, leaving bloody scratches on the already delicate eyelids.

"What's wrong with you? Stop scratching!"

The boy couldn't stand it any longer and put his arm around his girlfriend, trying to stop her.

However, the girl was driven almost mad by the itching, scratching her eyes while biting her boyfriend's hand hard.

"Ah!" the boy cried out in pain, forcefully pulling his wrist away.

"You're fucking insane!"

A piece of skin was torn off his wrist, bleeding profusely, and he instinctively fled from his seat.

The girl completely ignored everything and just screamed hysterically.

"It's so itchy!"

"My eyes are so itchy!"

"I can't take it anymore, I'm going crazy!"

Perhaps scratching was no longer enough, so the girl flipped open her upper and lower eyelids, completely exposing the bright red flesh and bloodshot eyeballs.

Then she raised her other hand and used her sharp nails to scratch the tender flesh around her eyeballs.

This slightly manic scene quickly attracted the attention of others.

"Is she crazy?"

"You're mentally ill!"

"Scratching like that will damage your cornea."

However, the girl ignored her and muttered to herself, "I can't stand it, it's so itchy!"

"Since it's so itchy, let's scratch it out."

The girl grinned, revealing a chilling smile:

"Yes, we just need to pry it out."

She chuckled, raised her finger, aimed it at her eyes, and suddenly pushed down hard.

Seeing that her fingernails were about to touch his eyeball, he grabbed the girl's arms with both hands and pulled her away forcefully to prevent her from hurting him.

Du Wang turned his head and saw that the girl in the horse-face skirt was the one who reached out her hand at the same time as him.

The two exchanged a glance.

Before he could even speak, he saw the girl in the horse-face skirt turn her head and strike the girl with the eye-catching eyes on the lower left side of her neck, knocking her unconscious.

So decisive?

Du Wang felt that the girl in the horse-face skirt moved with unusual skill, as if it was not the first time she had encountered a similar situation.

At this moment, for some reason, the other passengers in the carriage also started rubbing their eyes.

"Ouch, it itches!"

"Why are my eyes so itchy too!"

"I can't stand it, it's so itchy!"

"Is there some kind of infectious disease?"

A strange itch has started to spread!

Du Wang was extremely surprised, and then a piercing itching sensation spread from the inside of his eyeball to his eyelid!

He instinctively raised his hand to rub his eyes.

But the girl in the horse-face skirt next to him suddenly spoke up, her clear voice dissuading him: "Don't rub your eyes!"

"Don't rub your eyes?"

Du Wang felt a chill run down his spine as he recalled the girl's actions earlier.

She seemed to have come prepared.

Did she see that news forecast just like me?

Is this the true meaning of that sentence?

"The divination indicates an ominous sign; be careful with your eyes!"

A ghost that targets the eyes really did appear on the bus!

Du Wang did not expect the change to come so suddenly, but his years of martial arts training made him far bolder than others, and the torment of two years in the hospital bed also made him no longer rash in his actions.

So he didn't question it or ask any questions in return; he simply closed his eyes and forcibly endured the excruciating itch.

Then he asked, "What can I do to help you?"

The girl in the horse-face skirt was somewhat surprised by Du Wang's composure.

Then, seemingly realizing something, a look of trust flashed in his eyes, and he quickly said, "Help me control the other passengers!"

"I'll try my best." Du Wang opened his eyes, wanting to take a closer look at the situation inside the carriage.

But the itching became more and more intense, and even opening my eyes a crack was unbearable, and tears were about to flow.

"No, I can't open my eyes, or I'll end up like that girl."

"But if I don't open my eyes, how can I see what's happening inside the car, and how can I help her?"

Du Wang's mind raced, and a light sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Sizzle!"

Suddenly, a sound like something being pierced was heard.

Like a beef ball filled with thick broth, when bitten, the juice splashes out.

Some liquid even splashed onto Du Wang's clothes.

Then he heard even louder scratching, screaming, and crashing sounds from the passengers.

Du Wang felt as if an invisible fuse was burning, and once it exploded, everyone's lives would be in danger.

"What should we do!"

"What should we do!"

Du Wang took a deep breath, steadied himself, and decided to use his willpower to resist the itching sensation and open his eyes!

However, just when he had prepared himself for failure, he suddenly realized that he had actually done it!

His "eyes" snapped open, and the brightly lit carriage came into view.

Do not!

wrong!

These aren't his eyes!

Du Wang stared blankly at the 300-degree wide-angle view in front of him, which was beyond the reach of ordinary people, for a moment, and then he suddenly realized.

These are definitely not his eyes.

These are clearly the eyes of a corpse crow.

Only birds can have such a wide field of vision!