Stronger with Crimson Modifier

Chapter 332 - 322: Temporary Emergency Script Mission: Kill the Occupant of 904 [1]

The night was pitch-black, without a single glimmer of light.

A cold, chilling rain fell like a dense shower of silver needles. In the darkness, the mountain road resembled a great python, snaking its way toward an endless, dark abyss.

At that moment.

On a silent mountain road.

A slightly worn-out bus was speeding along, a pale gray shadow in the night.

It had been several hundred meters away from the figures just moments before.

But at its terrifying speed,

it closed the distance in the blink of an eye.

In the glare of the bus’s headlights,

the figures on the roadside grew clearer.

They were seven figures clad in mourning clothes. Bizarrely, regardless of age or gender, every single one of them wore an unnervingly strange smile.

A dark green coffin rested beside them.

Judging by their appearance, they were clearly waiting for the Deceitful Bus.

When they saw the headlights cutting through the rain and mist ahead,

all of the figures looked up.

But the bus didn’t pull over and open its doors as one might expect.

What greeted them instead was the front of the bus, growing larger and larger, its headlights blinding.

The next moment.

Just as it was about to make contact, the front of the bus burst into golden flames that instantly engulfed the entire vehicle.

PUFF!

The bus plowed through them.

Five of the figures were sent flying on impact.

Tainted by the Crimson Sun Flame Fire, they exploded in midair and turned to Ashes.

The other two, carrying the coffin, had somehow appeared on the other side.

They had narrowly dodged the collision.

But before they could make a move,

the next moment,

three yellowish-brown ropes materialized from thin air, snaring the two figures and the green coffin.

Instantly,

an immense force yanked them off their feet, sending the two figures and the coffin flying.

Due to inertia,

the two figures and coffin were dragged and bounced along the ground a few times before being lifted into the air.

Within seconds, the two figures in mourning clothes shriveled up like dehydrated grapes, leaving only their empty garments behind.

Meanwhile, the cry of a baby echoed from within the green coffin.

The lid began to vibrate, and a small crack appeared on the previously sealed coffin.

Instantly, the chilling wails grew louder, echoing along the silent mountain road.

However, with the Hangman’s Rope wrapped around the coffin,

the thing inside couldn’t break free, no matter how hard it struggled.

The passengers inside the bus watched the scene unfold.

They couldn’t help but stare at each other in bewilderment.

Watching the contents of the coffin being slammed and dragged behind the bus, listening to its cold, mournful cries...

What should have been a terrifying scene instead looked both comical and pathetic.

This was not at all what they had imagined.

The bizarre monsters had been mostly obliterated on contact.

The only survivors were being dragged behind like helpless chicks.

"Um, isn’t this a little... fast?"

The passengers, their faces pale, turned to look at the veteran, Yang Hu.

Yang Hu simply shook his head in response to their questioning looks.

"Just stay in your seats and don’t worry about anything else."

’He might be able to ignore the Deceitful Bus’s rules, but that doesn’t mean we can.’

Right now, the only thing they could do was grip their seats tightly to keep from being thrown off.

If they were considered to have left their seats, they wouldn’t even have a chance to regret it before they died.

As for what the passengers behind him were thinking,

Hu Qi couldn’t care less.

He kept his foot pressed on the accelerator,

keeping the bus’s speed at a steady one-fifty.

It wasn’t that Hu Qi didn’t want to go faster.

This just seemed to be the Deceitful Bus’s limit.

After all, the speedometer only went up to one hundred.

If not for the infusion of Hu Qi’s Nightmare Power, reaching this speed would have been impossible.

Fortunately, this was just about fast enough for Hu Qi’s purposes.

As he thought this, his gaze flicked to the screen beside the dashboard.

It displayed a clear route map.

A red dot was currently moving along the route.

Ahead of it were several stationary black dots.

’Clearly, the red dot is this bus, and based on what just happened, the black dots must be the stops—or more accurately, the ’passengers’ waiting to get on.’

In this situation,

Hu Qi adhered to a simple principle: bring everyone along for the ride.

After that,

the rest of the way,

Hu Qi drove the bus like a race car.

There were occasional collisions along the road, but nothing major; the bus never once flipped over.

A normal vehicle would have likely fallen apart, but luckily, this was a Deceitful Bus.

While not the Dream Eye itself, it had been imbued with a special First Layer of Nightmare Power by the Blood Word Script.

Throughout the journey, the passengers’ initial shock had gradually given way to numbness.

This was especially true for Yang Hu.

He didn’t even know what expression to make anymore.

Every Blood Word Script mission he’d ever been on had required extreme caution and careful planning to survive.

But now...

for the first time, he was discovering that a mission could be cleared with such simple, brutal force.

From start to finish, the driver hadn’t touched the brakes once.

When they came to a sharp turn, the bus would simply drift through it.

Logically, a vehicle at this speed should have flipped, but thanks to the Nightmare Power, the bus remained unnaturally stable.

It didn’t matter if it was the coffin-carrying mourners from before or the various other monsters they encountered later.