Twin female zombies come to the door: My lord, please have mercy!

It was 11:45 PM, the beginning of midnight.

A bus stop at the abandoned Third Chemical Plant in the northern suburbs of Jiangzhou City.

The early autumn night wind, carrying the unique dampness of the reservoir where the corpses were found, was like a cold, all-pervasive needle, relentlessly drilling into the bones of the person.

The surrounding weeds were waist-high, and the old, dilapidated street lamp overhead emitted a buzzing electrical sound.

The dim yellow light illuminated the thick fog, reducing visibility to less than three meters.

Wang Pangzi was wrapped in a thick military overcoat, his hands tucked into his sleeves, holding a cigarette that was more than half-burned.

His heavy breathing turned into puffs of white mist in the air, and his legs swayed slightly uncontrollably.

"Yoko... This godforsaken place is deserted. Will that unlicensed bus number 404 really arrive on time?"

The fat man lowered his voice, afraid of disturbing some unknown entity lurking deep within the thick fog.

Lin Ye stood under the bus stop sign, looking down at the Sanyuan Fengshui compass in his palm.

A fine layer of water droplets condensed on the brass surface of the compass.

The magnetic needle in the central celestial pool did not spin wildly, but instead appeared to be nodding in a strange manner.

The frequency of the pulse below the needle tip is faint and pulsating, which Taoists call "trembling like a chicken pecking at rice."

"Shut your mouth, the fog has blocked the road and the air is thick with moisture."

Lin Ye wiped the water droplets off the compass and pointed to the asphalt road beneath his feet.

"Look at this road, it runs from north to south and faces the flood discharge channel of the reservoir where the bodies were submerged. In the Liqi school of Feng Shui, this is called the [Ding-Gui direction]."

"This place is flanked by high slopes on both sides, with a low-lying area in the middle, which forms a perfect 'water-locking formation.' The water ghosts who died violently under the reservoir are usually suppressed by the sunlight, but they can only come out at midnight when the yin energy is at its strongest and take advantage of the thick fog, swimming out along this funnel-shaped terrain."

A long string of professional feng shui terms was thrown out, which Wang Pangzi only vaguely understood, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Put out your cigarette. Wandering ghosts love the smell of human life. Your yang energy is already weak. If you keep smoking, your soul will be taken away before the car even arrives," Lin Ye warned coldly.

The fat man was so frightened that he quickly threw the cigarette butt into the puddle and stomped on it twice.

Two figures stood silently in the shadows behind the platform.

Leng Yue wore an ankle-length black trench coat, completely concealing her stunningly beautiful curves.

She clasped her hands together in front of her, bowed her head slightly, and her silver hair remained motionless in the night wind.

As a half-step drought demon, her control over the surrounding aura had reached a state of perfection. She managed to compress the terrifying corpse aura emanating from herself and Froststar, which was enough to make a hundred ghosts flee, into a mere half-foot around her.

Froststar was wearing a black Lolita dress and a sun hat on her head.

The little girl listlessly toyed with the small, dark blue bone knife in her hand, while the amber pupil in her right eye gleamed with a bloodthirsty red light in the darkness.

"Brother-in-law."

Shuangxing tugged at Lin Ye's sleeve, her voice soft and sweet, revealing an impatient greed.

"The smell in this fog is so fishy, ​​like rotten fish that's been fermenting in a sewer for three days. When can we eat?"

"No recklessness tonight. We need to find out its final destination. Once on the vehicle, no one is allowed to move without my order."

Lin Ye turned his head and gave a serious instruction.

This was the first time he had encountered such a strange tale in the real world; he had previously enjoyed reading about it in novels.

Now that I've encountered the classic ghost story of the last train, and I even have the ability to protect myself, of course I have to explore it.

Leng Yue nodded slightly, her voice clear and cold as a spring:

"Rest assured, my lord, I will protect your yang energy and will never let those filthy creatures notice anything amiss."

Time passed by, second by second.

Midnight.

From the depths of the thick fog in the distance, a muffled engine roar suddenly came.

The sound was like that of a tractor on the verge of being scrapped, accompanied by the screeching metallic sound of its tracks rubbing against the ground.

Two dim, murky beams of headlights, like two giant dead fish eyes, slowly tore through the thick fog ahead.

"Coming...coming!"

Fatty Wang grabbed Lin Ye's arm, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

A dilapidated blue and white bus silently glided to the platform.

The LED display screen above the front of the vehicle was already damaged, leaving only a peeling metal sign.

Three numbers were written crookedly in dark red paint: 404.

"laugh!"

With the sound of the hydraulic valve venting, the front door of the bus slowly folded open to both sides.

A strong, pungent stench of river mud, mixed with the smell of rotting corpses, hit us like an invisible wall.

The fat man covered his mouth and nose, almost vomiting on the spot.

Lin Ye's eyes were sharp, his gaze piercing through the darkness of the car door.

Thick moss covered the non-slip aluminum plate of the step, and dark water dripped down the steps.

"Walk."

Without hesitation, Lin Ye took the lead and stepped onto the ghost carriage that led to the underworld.

As soon as I got on the bus, the temperature around me instantly dropped below freezing.

The driver's seat was covered by a thick layer of black plastic sheeting, and only a bulky figure wearing an old bus uniform could be vaguely seen.

The driver gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his head hanging down strangely, showing no reaction to the people who got into the car.

The coin box was a rusty tin bucket.

Lin Ye took out four "Qianlong Tongbao" copper coins that he had prepared beforehand from his pocket.

As the Taoists say, if you encounter darkness on a dark road at night, you must pay them to let them pass.

These copper coins are imbued with the life force of people from all generations, making them more effective than real gold and silver for these low-level vengeful spirits.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong."

Four copper coins fell into the tin bucket.

The dim, green emergency lights in the carriage illuminated the scene.

Lin Ye glanced at the bottom of the bucket and saw that there were no coins at all, but it was full of sticky black hair that had been soaked in water.

Fatty Wang followed behind Lin Ye cautiously.

Lengyue and Shuangxing were the last to board the train.

The moment Leng Yue boarded the train, the bone-chilling coldness inside the carriage seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, instinctively retreating half an inch.

"Go back and don't look around," Lin Ye instructed in a low voice.

The carriage was extremely crowded, with almost all the seats in both rows occupied by people.

Some of them were wearing worn-out raincoats, while others were wearing blue overalls from the 1980s.

Everyone maintained the same posture.

Place your hands flat on your knees and bury your head deep in your chest.

Drops of murky water trickled down their clothes and hair, falling onto the rusty steel carriage floor and gathering into winding streaks.

Lin Ye and his group walked through the corridor.

With each seat he passed, the fat man felt a chill that went straight to his bones.

He could even hear the dull popping sounds coming from the "passengers'" bodies.

The fat man clenched his back teeth tightly, not daring to turn his head.

But even out of the corner of my eye, I couldn't avoid those details that were right in front of me.

An older woman was sitting on the left side, with her hands resting flat on her knees.

All the fingernails on all ten fingers were gone, the fingertips were worn down to bare white bone stubs, and the gaps between the fingers were filled with black silt from the bottom of the reservoir.

Those are the marks left by a living person desperately digging into the riverbed before suffocating underwater.

The man on the right, wearing blue overalls, was breathing heavily, his chest heaving rapidly.

But he didn't inhale any air from his open mouth. Instead, streams of muddy water mixed with yellow sand gurgled out of his ear canals and flared nostrils as he "breathed".

The "people" inside the vehicle were endlessly reliving the agony of their final moments before drowning...