"This is really fucked up..."
Doctor Gou breathed a sigh of relief and, without daring to waste any more ti, hurriedly jumped onto the stone pillar in front of him and ran towards the opposite cliff. To be honest, he had never imagined his luck would be so bad as to be invited to the Hell Bus event not once, but twice in a row.
With those odds, winning the federal jackpot would be a walk in the park.
What's more fucked up is that this ti on the Hell Bus, every person invited chose to accept. Damn, they all have guts!
The distance between each stone pillar was one ter, and after so of the fake pillars were destroyed, the gaps between so pillars increased to two or even three ters. But even so, for so experienced supernatural beings, it was still possible to cross. At the very least, they could use skills or items to easily get across.
At their level, their physical fitness was already very high, and their control over their own bodies was far beyond that of ordinary people.
...
Sitting alone in the bus, Chen Miao looked toward Doctor Gou and the others jumping on the stone pillars not far away, remaining silent without speaking. Supernaturals with the Gunman Profession had slightly better vision than those of other professions.
The Gunman Profession could learn the F-grade basic skill "Eagle Eye."
It was a passive skill that could extend the range and clarity of vision, a pretty decent skill.
This is a passive skill, and proficiency would continuously improve.
Theoretically, skill proficiency has three levels, and in about a day or two, the proficiency would reach level 3. Each level up made the skill's effects stronger.
For active skills to improve proficiency, you need to use them continuously. But for passive skills, you just have to wait for ti to pass, and they will level up on their own.
It's worth ntioning that.
Not long ago, his faction "Tomb Guardian" obtained a faction effect.
"Faction Effect Acquired: Absolute Focus (S-grade)."
"All mbers of your faction, after doing sothing continuously for over 30 minutes, may enter an extrely focused state. In this state, your faction mbers may have a kind of enlightennt-like realization. If they're using a skill, then their skill proficiency will significantly increase, and all your faction mbers' skill proficiencies will have no upper limit."
This faction effect was very buggy, with the first part mainly aid at the usage of active skills and other scenarios. What's important is the last point—the skill proficiency of all faction mbers will have no upper limit.
It's like having group cheats enabled.
Under this faction effect, his passive skill "Eagle Eye" had already reached level 7.
His vision was much better than that of most players. During the first stop at Mile Park, due to the presence of fog, everyone's visibility was very low, but he saw quite a few things.
He saw that dog rush to the deepest part of the fog and get a Rainbow Treasure Chest.
And eting the Hungry Monkey who also rushed there, he managed to shake it off with his speed, then opened a large number of red treasure chests in the depths before returning to the bus. It could be said that if anyone gained the most in the first round, it was certainly that dog.
None other.
Others couldn't see this scene, but he could. He was really curious about what was inside that Rainbow Treasure Chest. The Rainbow Treasure Chest was a level 6 chest, the highest level there was, and there was only one.
Because he wasn't familiar with his surroundings, he didn't venture too deep and just opened so lower-level chests. The highest level he opened was level 4, just one.
He got a Tower Defense Construction Blueprint exclusive to the Hidden Occupation "Tower Defense Master"—
The D-grade blueprint "Self-Defense Sentinel."
It was quite suitable for Yuan Buping, and although Yuan hadn't co, it was unexpected to get sothing exclusive to Yuan, it must be Yuan's destiny.
If a level 4 treasure chest could reveal a D-grade blueprint, then opening an item of B-grade from a level 6 chest wouldn't be too much, right?
Chen Miao narrowed his eyes and remained silent, suddenly thinking of sothing, he stood up and walked toward the bus, heading straight for the luggage compartnt. Didn't they say everyone's gains were temporarily stored in the luggage compartnt of the bus? As the bus ticket conductor, he should have the right to open the luggage compartnt, right?
However...
"Sigh."
Chen Miao let out a helpless sigh, looking at the back of the car that he just couldn't get open, and felt sowhat resigned, "I'm not going to steal anything, I was just curious to take a look. What's there to be afraid of?"
"Does a ticket collector really have no authority to open the trunk?"
"This ticket collector doesn't have any power at all."
Just then—
He suddenly felt a chill on his back, turned around, and saw a stunning woman with a chubby little boy in her arms. They were staring straight at him with an even-toned, airy voice.
"Excuse , is this the 119 bus?"
Chen Miao looked at the sowhat creepy duo in front of him and instantly realized they were the uninvited guests. One of his main duties as a ticket collector was to collect fares from these people.
"No."
Chen Miao shook his head firmly, "This is the 118 route; the 119 will arrive in 10 minutes, just wait here a little longer."
Asking for the fare was too much trouble; not letting these passengers board was the real solution.
And this pair looked like they might be reasonable, too.
"Not...not it?"
The beautiful woman suddenly began to decay, and the brain of the chubby boy in her arms also started to rot. The voice beca shriller as she nacingly approached Chen Miao, fiercely saying, "But it clearly says this is the 119 bus!"
"You lied to !!!"
The next second—
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"Rat-tat-tat!!!"
Without any hesitation, Chen Miao imdiately pulled out the Thompson submachine gun, shoved the barrel in the mouth of the beautiful woman who was already in his face, and pulled the trigger—a whole clip was fired into the woman's head, and then the world was quiet again.
No more shrill voices.
Only a puddle of flesh remained on the ground.
"Really..."
Chen Miao looked down at the blood splattered on himself and said in slight annoyance, "I already said it wasn't the bus, yet you insisted on boarding. It's so annoying; can't you just wait a little longer? Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"
"Ah!!!"
A piercing scream rose from the pool of blood on the ground.
A rotten, chubby little boy crawled out from the flesh.
"Almost forgot about you."
The gunfire rang out again, and after another clip was emptied, the world was completely silent, the pool of blood on the ground now even more intense.
Chen Miao didn't bother getting back on the bus; instead, he stood outside, lighting a cigarette and puffing away, when he suddenly glanced at the pool of flesh beside him and thought that maybe this mother and son really were in a hurry to be reincarnated.
After all, wasn't the final destination of this bus hell itself?
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