"Why, why is Du Wei here?"
"And that bus, it..."
"Is it fighting against Du Wei?"
Matthew even began to doubt if severe diarrhea had caused him to hallucinate.
He was aware of the bus.
It had been in existence for too long, but it wasn't much of a threat to the living, and it was almost impossible to get rid of.
Because it couldn't be killed or destroyed.
More than twenty years ago, Matthew and a mber of the Vanity Sect attempted to deal with the bus.
Back then, the bus didn't look like it does now; it was relatively older.
They had put in a lot of effort but to no avail.
But now.
The scene before him had shocked Matthew.
He muttered to himself, "Why would this young man get involved with the bus, and it looks like he wants to tear the bus apart?"
"Or is it that the bus wants to devour him?"
He couldn't get an answer.
Because in the blink of an eye, the bus disappeared before Matthew's eyes.
Before he could recover.
His pupils constricted, and he suddenly saw a shadow in the deep night sky, resembling a dark cloud, quickly following the direction in which the bus had disappeared.
Within that shadow, there seed to be a building.
"fuck!"
"Who can tell , what exactly happened?"
...
At this mont.
The state of the Evil Spirit Du Wei was not good.
The bus Backstabbed the Horror House.
It also Backstabbed itself.
It never expected that at the mont of collision with the bus, it would be pulled inside.
Once inside, it was suppressed.
Just like it had said before, the bus wanted to turn Evil Spirit Du Wei into the driver.
If the bus succeeded,
the bus would beco even more terrifying, and as for Evil Spirit Du Wei, it would beco a being similar to the previous Evil Spirit Driver.
No consciousness.
No self.
This was absolutely unacceptable to it.
"You can't stop ..."
Evil Spirit Du Wei's face was ferocious, and, clenching its teeth, its Right Hand grasped the scalpel embedded in the body of the bus, while its other hand struggled to pull away from the dense black filants.
At that mont, the black, dense silk had already covered most of its body.
Like bone-corroding maggots, it couldn't shake them off.
Looking back, the black, dense silk was connected to the driver's seat of the bus.
These black filants were trying to pull Evil Spirit Du Wei to that "arranged" seat.
Evil Spirit Du Wei struggled frantically.
Its Right Hand forcibly pulled itself out of those black threads, all of which seed to pierce into its flesh and bones, and even though they were stretched to breaking point, they did not snap.
Suddenly.
Evil Spirit Du Wei turned its head, its bloodshot eyes staring at the black filants entwined around its Right Hand, its pupils suddenly contracting.
In an instant, the filants snapped back and retreated.
The next second, they rushed back as if alive.
But Evil Spirit Du Wei's Right Hand had already broken free of the ties.
On its Right Hand.
The black pattern that resembled a pointer had vanished, seemingly indicating that the master of the Marking Ability had changed.
In its place was an unspeakable Strangeness symbol.
A bit like a human face.
But it seed more like a mask.
Suddenly...
Evil Spirit Du Wei placed its hand on the body of the bus.
It said in a cold voice, "Let's make a bet!"
There were two Joker Cards, representing the bet, and after Evil Spirit Du Wei dealt with Mary Shaw, it tried to backfire, but was directly "eaten" by Evil Spirit Du Wei.
It assimilated the Joker Card and even gained the ability to initiate a bet.
And it was a forced one.
The sa bet, in the hands of Evil Spirit Du Wei, was completely different.
It could compete with the bus.
For a mont.
A strange aura appeared on the Evil Spirit Du Wei, enveloping the entire public bus within it.
It was the dealer...
"Let's see who dies first, you or ,"
"Winner takes all, the loser is left with nothing,"
"I bet that you will depart from reality next..."
The voice of Evil Spirit Du Wei was incredibly sinister; it had no desire to continue a deadlock with the bus because its purpose was to find another consciousness of itself and assimilate it.
The longer the delay, the more uncontrollable elents there were.
It didn't matter whether it was consent or refusal, the gamble initiated by Evil Spirit Du Wei simply didn't allow the bus to refuse.
This rule did not exist.
With equal strength, it could do much more.
The bus seed to accept this, as it kept driving in the pouring rain, making its way through the highways of many cities.
Evil Spirit Du Wei, however, just sneered nonstop.
It wasn't worried about losing.
But gradually, the public bus began to slow down.
Ahead was the ruins of a hospital.
The entrance still bore a sign half-charred by a great fire.
The indistinct letters "Hill" could still be made out...
Looking further ahead, there stood a collapsed bell tower structure.
Evil Spirit Du Wei knew this was the outskirts of New York, the Hill Psychiatric Hospital.
It was also where another self of it first got rid of the nun's curse.
Screech...
The sound of the brakes echoed.
The bus stopped in front of the burnt-out ruins of Hill Psychiatric Hospital.
More than half of the body of Evil Spirit Du Wei was still firmly bound by black threads, incapable of freeing itself.
The gamble began.
The bus chose to remain there.
It seed to also fear the compulsory gambling ability of Evil Spirit Du Wei.
But Evil Spirit Du Wei didn't care at all; it lowered its head to look at the driver's seat.
Clusters of black threads converged, forming a human silhouette.
It was watching Evil Spirit Du Wei.
Evil Spirit Du Wei was watching it too.
"Do you think you will win?"
Evil Spirit Du Wei grasped with its right hand, and a slender thread appeared in its grasp, stretching into the darkness as if connected to sothing at the other end.
"You should feel honored, because this trump card was prepared for the other . I didn't expect to use it on you."
The tone of Evil Spirit Du Wei was very nacing.
Then, it yanked forcefully.
The scenery around imdiately underwent a weird change.
Space distorted.
A huge red balloon reflected in the sky above.
Within it, there was also a silhouette of a creature resembling a clown.
"Hehe..."
This was Pennywise.
It was also the trump card of Evil Spirit Du Wei.
Keeping Pennywise alive until now served its own purpose, given its nature.
It wouldn't let go until it was fully utilized.
The bus seed to sense the danger, its headlights shining instantly, attempting to flee.
But Evil Spirit Du Wei's pupils narrowed.
The bus was frozen in place.
"Welco to the world of fear."
Following that, the bus, along with Evil Spirit Du Wei and the early fire-ravaged ruins of Hill Psychiatric Hospital, all disappeared from view.
It was destined to win.
On the spot...
A few minutes later.
The downpour grew heavier, gathering the rainwater on the ground.
A dark cloud appeared overhead.
The silhouette of Horror House was faintly visible...
Then, it stopped suddenly.
Because the target was gone...
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