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Through the three-legged corpse crow's vision, Du Wang could see that his eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed.

It's a wonderful feeling, like playing a game from a third-person perspective, giving you the illusion that you have everything under control.

Thanks to this, the excruciating itching sensation was greatly reduced, as if it were seen through a layer of clothing, becoming less real.

Coming to his senses, Du Wang glanced around and noticed that the passengers were screaming in pain while frantically scratching their eyes with both hands.

Many people have already scratched themselves until they bleed, and it seems they are about to follow in the footsteps of that crazy girl.

The girl in the horse-face skirt stood in the middle of the carriage with her eyes closed, holding a long sword in front of her chest.

At their feet were white objects that had been punctured, like torn pockets.

Looking at the blood-red patterns on it and its lifeless black pupils, Du Wang finally realized what the sticky liquid that had splashed on him was.

He experienced some acid reflux for a moment.

Although it's unknown where these eyeballs came from, there's no doubt that they're related to the ghosts predicted on the website.

The girl in the horse-face skirt is trying to resolve the matter.

Therefore, being on the same side, he felt obligated to help the other party.

After taking in the current situation, Du Wang rushed to the driver's position immediately.

Fortunately, although the driver's eyes were extremely sore and itchy, he still remembered his job and held the steering wheel tightly with one hand, preventing the bus from veering off the road.

"parking!"

Du Wang ran to the side of the driver and shouted a reminder.

Instinctively, the driver slammed on the brakes, and everyone in the carriage was immediately propelled forward by the force.

Seeing the car slow down, Du Wang pulled the handbrake.

Then, he clenched one fist into a whip, exerted force from his waist, and swept the whip three inches below the left side of the driver's neck.

The driver passed out without saying a word.

This location, scientifically known as the carotid sinus, is one of the body's weak points; pressing it for extended periods can easily lead to low blood pressure.

When Du Wang was practicing martial arts, his master had specifically reminded him of this.

The original intention was to teach him to avoid his weaknesses, since with his skills, he could easily over-defend against enemies and end up in jail.

But unexpectedly, it came in handy today.

However, Du Wang was very measured in his actions, using just the right amount of force to knock her unconscious.

After knocking the driver unconscious, Du Wang attempted to open the front and rear doors of the vehicle to allow the passengers to escape.

I tried to pry open the rocker arm several times, but the car door wouldn't budge.

Left with no other choice, Du Wang turned around, picked up the window breaker, and forcefully struck the four corners of the window.

But it was all in vain; the entire interior of the carriage seemed to be a solid steel plate, isolated from the outside world.

After his attempts failed, he could only return to the passengers.

"It's so itchy!"

"It's so itchy!"

"I can't take it anymore, it's so itchy!"

The passengers were completely overwhelmed by the intense itching and began to irritate their own eyes.

They frantically tore at their eyelashes while digging their long nails into their thighs.

Many people's eyelids were already bloody and mangled.

But many more people, as if controlled by some inexplicable force, rushed over with bloodshot eyes.

Give me your eyes!

"Give me!"

Facing the zombie-like crowd, Du Wang took a deep breath and assumed a Tai Chi stance.

Whether for self-preservation or to save others, knocking them unconscious is the best option.

Unlike the driver, who is a fixed target, these passengers move with exaggerated movements, making it difficult to hit the carotid sinus with a single blow.

As he hesitated, Du Wang suddenly noticed a thin black crack appearing on the body of the passenger in front of him.

It appears and disappears with movement, as enticing as a weakness indicator in a game.

"What is this?"

Du Wang was stunned for a moment when the passenger opposite him rushed over.

He instinctively swung the other man's arm away and punched the black crack.

"Click."

There was a slight cracking sound, followed by the black crack being shattered and disappearing.

The passenger, who had initially looked fierce, took two steps back, his expression suddenly calming down before collapsing to the ground and falling unconscious.

Du Wang suddenly understood.

This black crack seems to be related to ghosts; breaking it will weaken the ghosts' power!

That being the case...

His eyes lit up and he curled up the corners of his mouth.

Looking at these jerky passengers now, he felt as if they were training wooden stakes, making them seem as endearing as people!

The next moment, he charged into the crowd like a tiger leaping over a ravine.

"Slap, slap, slap!"

In just two minutes, Du Wang's hands moved from fists to whips, delivering a powerful and balanced Tai Chi routine to the passengers.

Once all the passengers in the front carriage were lying on the floor, he finally put his hands on his waist and took a deep breath.

Just then.

A boy in the back seat, not content with just scratching, used one hand to forcefully pry open his eyelids, while his other hand actually inserted into the gap between his eyelids.

"Gurgle!"

Accompanied by a nauseating sound, three fingers gouged out the eyeball along with the nerves amidst surging bloody tears.

The air fell silent.

"Plop." The sticky, wet eyeball rolled around on the ground a few times.

"Haha, haha, finally the itching is gone!"

The boy laughed maniacally, panting, the bloody holes on his face were horrifying.

Upon seeing this, Du Wang suddenly rushed forward.

Before he could get there, the girl in the horse-face skirt suddenly pointed and whispered an order:

"Backtrack!"

The next second, the boy who gouged out his eyeballs repeated the action as if rewinding a video.

The eyeball flew off the ground and returned to the boy's hand.

He raised his hand and put his eyeball back into its socket.

The severed nerves were reconnected.

The surging blood flowed backwards.

The manic expression on his face gradually subsided.

In just a few seconds,

He was back to the state of prying open his eyelids but not yet taking action.

Du Wang was stunned.

His heart pounded wildly at the sight of the amazing thing before him.

Time travel?!

The boy was also stunned, because he found that his eyes had been restored.

"What just happened?"

Before he could figure it out, he was stimulated by an even more intense, strange itch, which made him scream and start scratching his eyeballs again.

"Quickly, knock him out!" the girl in the horse-face skirt shouted anxiously, waving her sword to deflect a white shadow leaping from the shadows.

"good!"

Du Wang rushed past her.

Fearing he wouldn't have enough time, he gripped the handrails with both hands and delivered a sharp side kick that sent the boy sprawling to the ground.

He then struck the black crack on the man's chest with a palm strike.

When he got up and turned around, he found that wisps of black mist were suddenly rising from the carriage.

It seemed that the hidden ghost was enraged by the two's actions and finally unleashed its full power.

The white shadows that had surrounded the girl in the horse-face skirt receded.

Thick black fog climbed up the ceiling like a living thing, and in the blink of an eye, countless reddish tubular objects bulged up there.

The veins are winding and twisted, as if countless capillaries are proliferating wildly under the skin.

The windows on both sides were also shrouded in thick black fog, with something vaguely churning inside.

Round and sticky, like a swollen tumor. Occasionally it bumps into the glass, making a dull "thud".

Those passengers who should have been unconscious stood up silently.

Blood streamed from their eyes, their faces ashen as they stiffly turned to Du Wang and the girl in the horse-face skirt, their steps abrupt and unsteady, as if pulled by some unseen thread.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

The crimson color gradually gathered at everyone's feet.

"Leave your eyes behind!"

"As long as it stays there, the itching will stop!"

"Stay!"

Amidst the eerie shouts, Du Wang felt the strange itch becoming increasingly pronounced.

His eyes darted around uncontrollably, as if they were about to jump out of his eyelids at any moment.

Even the girl in the horse-face skirt couldn't help but shed two lines of tears.

But her expression remained resolute and serious.

"These must all be illusions!"

She turned around and shielded Du Wang behind her, saying:

"If we can quickly find the person or object that is possessed by the ghost, we can break the illusion."

"An illusion?" Du Wang also felt that the changes in the carriage were somewhat abrupt.

After all, if the ghosts and monsters had such strong abilities from the beginning, there would be no need for so many tricks.

So he frowned and observed carefully.

Unexpectedly, he actually discovered the clue.

It was those sudden black fogs!

Their heads connect to the ceiling, windows, and passengers in the carriage, while their tails extend along the ground to some point, seemingly originating from the same source.

Du Wang turned around and looked in the direction of the black mist.

Soon, wisps of thin black mist gathered into a single point, extending onto the girl who had initially gone mad from the strange itching.

But it wasn't her doing.

It came from the tote bag in her arms that had a picture of a one-eyed boy on it!

Realizing something, Du Wang immediately reminded the girl in the horse-face skirt, "It's parasitizing the bag of the passenger to your left!"