"Once Z city rged with Deceit City, it beca extrely dangerous and terrifying..."
"The Deceit City had been sealed for decades, then it went out of control, severely damaging the foundation..."
Zhong Shenxiu recalled those docunts, then asked, "Where is Z city now?"
"In the real world, it no longer exists."
Angel answered, "After the tragedy, Z city was dragged into the deeper dinsions of an alternate space and beca a part of it... or rather, the main body of Deceit City. Then, in the real world, any city, any street, could beco a portal to Deceit City. Each year, so of the missing cases are inevitably the work of Deceit City..."
"Using a whole city dragged into an alternate dinsion as a venue for the annual eting certainly has a bit of flair..."
Zhong Shenxiu sighed, "So... how many ways to actively enter Deceit City does the foundation know of?"
"There are a few, but they are all quite dangerous... The most convenient of which is to take bus 444, which has a stop right at Deceit City. Apart from that, there are also so special magical techniques that can open portals to alternate dinsions... Lastly, there are Exile techniques by Deceit Masters..."
Angel thus replied, "Exile by a Deceit Master is essentially driving deceits into the deeper layers of alternate space, causing them to lose their way... If the exiled subjects are humans, they too will be sent into the alternate dinsion and might, if they are lucky, end up near Deceit City."
"That ans... it’s completely left to chance? That’s really unreliable."
Zhong Shenxiu shook his head, already fully aware of the difficulty of the annual eting task, "Even if it’s bus 444, you need luck to catch it, waiting at those bus stops..."
"Fear is that this task to reach the eting venue might eliminate most people, and the more ironic part is... they are not going to survive, but to et their demise..."
"That is the terror of Deceit!" Angel concluded at last.
"Then... let’s wait and see."
Zhong Shenxiu finished his breakfast and got into his luxury sports car: "Hmm... speaking of which, my car should also be able to reach the depths of an alternate space, right? And those invitations are the best leads... This corporate annual eting actually forgot about , the diligent old doorman, negative review!"
...
Six days later.
"According to the intelligence, Deceit City is located within an alternate dinsion, and the best way is to take bus 444 there."
Outside a bus stop, Chu He, Han Bingjie, and the others ford a circle, each looking extrely solemn.
"Entering the eting venue ahead of ti might also encounter terrible dangers; it’s best to be punctual..."
Chu He said, "But this way, our margin is very small, we must catch the bus this ti, fortunately, with the supernatural items exchanged with other floors, we have obtained a one-off summoning item. However, boarding the bus doesn’t an safety, it marks the beginning of the dangers. Rember, the most nurous on the bus are still deceits!"
"And once we enter the alternate dinsion, there will inevitably be even more dangers!"
"After coming this far, what else is there to say? Let’s do this!"
Han Bingjie gritted his teeth.
Yue Shan caressed his gloved left palm, his voice cold, "This ti, whoever blocks us dies!"
"The other newcors, I’ve already sent them to try other thods, though it’s cold-blooded and cruel, too many people on the bus might not be a good thing."
Chu He looked around.
Besides Han Bingjie and the Yue siblings, there was only one Murong Hong, all were core mbers of the 13th floor.
"Then... let’s begin!"
The group of five approached the bus stop, their unwelcoming, almost war-ready deanor startled many away.
An old lady hurriedly ran off, muttering, "Young people these days, just fighting for a seat on the bus... acting like it’s so vendetta, really scary..."
Chu He ignored them and threw a corroded coin.
This coin was a gain from a bizarre incident by staff from other floors, apparently a special currency for the bus, capable of summoning bus 444 once.
Ding...
The pleasant sound spread, and the originally cloudless sky suddenly beca overcast.
Amidst the fog, the silhouette of an old-fashioned bus appeared.
On its front, this ti unmasked, the number 444 was marked in blood-red letters.
— Bus 444!
"Why has it suddenly beco dark?"
A nearby elderly man instinctively rubbed his eyes, "Do we have a bus numbered 444 here?"
"Ah... that urban myth?!"
A few young people exchanged glances, a mix of fear and excitent in their eyes, as they watched bus 444 pull into the station.
The bus door clanged open, and Chu He nodded his head, taking the lead to step in.
Then ca Yue Shan, and just as Yue Qin was about to board, the expression of Han Bingjie behind him suddenly changed.
He saw a group of people rushing towards them.
They were... desperate company employees!
"Kill them, get on the bus!"
"Staying here ans death, let’s fight!"
Their expressions were fierce as they wielded machetes, while a burly Great Han in front took out a gun and fired.
Bang!
Yue Qin slipped and fell outside the bus door, grazing her forehead.
"Damn it!"
Yue Shan aboard the bus pulled off his black glove, ready to use his Deceit Hand ability.
But at that mont, a cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
On bus 444, several expressionless passengers turned their heads, their lifeless pupils sizing him up.
’We’re going to die!’
’We will definitely die!’
Yue Shan, like a statue, remained motionless.
The bus too was fraught with danger!
"Don’t be impulsive, go help your sister onboard, don’t use your Deceit ability, it seems to trigger so abnormalities."
Chu He glanced inside the bus, noticing that most of the seats were occupied by expressionless passengers, probably all... Deceit!
However, there were a few carefree ones chatting and laughing, seemingly living passengers who had mistakenly boarded at the previous stop.
He thought for a mont and then secured a seat for himself.
By this ti, the bus station had descended into chaos.
"Damn it! You go first!"
Han Bingjie donned a black jacket, a disguise that covered only a layer of skin underneath, Deceit Skin!
His expression quickly turned cold as he eyed the approaching thugs.
The ones in the front imdiately stiffened, their mouths emitting a mass of fingers, as if countless people were struggling inside their bodies...
But the opponents who dared to fight to the death were also prepared, with one of them swiftly throwing a box.
Upon opening, black hair continuously erged from it.
It was also a supernatural item, top-notch goods that had circulated from a security guard’s small shop.
The black hair, like a python, wrapped around Han Bingjie.
At this mont, Yue Shan had already pulled Yue Qin into the bus, and Murong Hong, facing the rushing thugs, similarly threw a black wooden box.
Everyone recoiled in fright.
Seizing the opportunity, she jumped onto the bus door.
The bus door then closed...
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