Is this what a zombie is?

134. I've finally waited for you.

"Hahahaha!" Ai Ai burst out laughing mercilessly from the side, reaching out to ruffle the game's hair. "Come on, you little brat, you're just afraid Jiang Chen will abandon you and leave you behind?"

These words seemed to hit a nerve with the game; his face flushed red, and he stammered for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence. Finally, he could only angrily slap Ai Yi's hand away: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Jiang Chen looked at the two clowns, shook his head helplessly, and didn't tease them any further.

He didn't bring the game on a whim.

The game's spirit is still in its gestation period, like a rough, unpolished gem. Expose it to these extraordinary events and let it see another side of the world.

This may better unleash his potential and greatly benefit his future growth.

The waiting process was tedious and long, but fortunately there were three of us today, so at least we had company and could play games together to pass the time.

"Come on, let's play together and wait while we play."

The three hit it off immediately, took out their phones, and started playing a three-player tower push game.

Ai Yi originally wanted to show the game what real skill is, but he soon witnessed what a truly talented player is.

"There are three people in the bushes on the left. Leave them to me."

The game controls Zhao Zilong, who plunges headlong into the bushes, showing no fear even against the three opponents, and even demonstrating what it means to enter and exit seven times.

His fingers flew across the screen, and every skill he unleashed and every movement prediction he made was textbook-perfect.

After killing two people, he was able to escape with a sliver of health, and even used the mechanics to kite and kill them.

"Mid lane is pushing the lane, preparing to dive the tower, Jiang Chen, follow up."

"Aiyi, go for the dragon! Stop roaming in their jungle, push the lanes and create pressure!"

Under the guidance of this talented and skilled player, Jiang Chen and Ai Yi, who considered himself a pro gamer, experienced what it meant to win without effort.

The situation was firmly under control from the very beginning, and the opponent was gradually eroded without any chance to fight back.

Although their original skills were not bad, and they are now cultivators, they have an advantage over ordinary people.

"Winning streaks are great, but why don't I feel any satisfaction at all?"

Looking at the string of victories on the screen, Ai Yi posed a soul-searching question.

Jiang Chen thought for a moment and said, "It must have been too easy to win. It was like a professional player smurfing a small pond. The outcome was predetermined from the start. Winning was no surprise, and losing would have been strange. So there wasn't much of a gaming experience."

"This kid's talent in gaming can't be described as mere prowess; it's downright superior."

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smug smile, but he quickly returned to his cool expression.

Although I was on a winning streak, it didn't really provide a great gaming experience. But a win is a win, and time just slipped away with each victory.

As it approached 11 p.m., several figures appeared on the platform. They were migrant workers working overtime late at night, the modern-day workhorses.

Although their clothes are different, the numbness and fatigue on their faces are the same. Long hours of work have taken over their lives and drained their energy.

So they just stood there silently, heads down, scrolling through their phones, using their spare time to relax and pass the time, occasionally looking up into the distance to see if the last bus had arrived.

Eleven o'clock passed quickly, and just when everyone thought the last bus wouldn't come and was thinking about how to get home, two dim yellow beams of light pierced through the fog and approached the station.

"I've finally waited for you, and I'm so glad I didn't give up."

Ai Yi was so excited she almost sang it out loud.

A fog?

Yes, without us even noticing, fog rolled in all around. Along with the fog, there was a chill in the air, and the temperature dropped considerably without us realizing it.

The workers simply wrapped themselves tighter in their clothes, not thinking much of it. It's normal for the night air to be colder than during the day.

But Jiang Chen didn't think so. He narrowed his eyes, and a golden glint flashed in the depths of his pupils.

Qi Observation Technique, activated.

The world before my eyes changed instantly.

To the average person, it was just a thin layer of night fog.

But in Jiang Chen's vision, there was a thick black mist composed of negative energy, also known as Yin Qi. The pervasive Yin Qi naturally made him feel cold.

Very soon,

An old-fashioned bus slowly emerged from the fog, and only when it got close could you see the road sign 444 on the front of the bus.

Without the roar of an engine or the creaking of wheels on the ground, it quietly came to a stop in front of the platform.

"squeak--"

The moment the car door opened, an extremely high concentration of yin energy spread out. The already exhausted and numb workers became disoriented after coming into contact with this intense yin energy.

In Jiang Chen's eyes, their own 'yang energy' was dispersed by yin energy, and their entire life magnetic field was weakened and became very unstable.

The dim light from inside the carriage shone on their faces, which were expressionless and their eyes were vacant; they were now delirious.

They were like puppets pulled by invisible threads, mechanically boarding the bus one after another.

"Should we just take action?"

Ai asked, "If it were me alone, I would definitely rush up, drag the driver out, beat him up, and kill him. That would solve the mission."

He could tell at a glance that the other party was not human.

However, Jiang Chen had more to consider, so he restrained Ai Yi, who was itching to make a move.

"No rush, let's go up and take a look first, find out their background and purpose before making any decisions."

"Fine, it's made me wait so long, it has to pay a heavy price."

The three concealed their presence, pretending to be equally tired night travelers, and mingled at the back of the crowd, stepping into the dim yellow light. The car door slowly closed behind them.

The closing of the car door seemed to separate two worlds.

The dim, flickering lights inside the carriage cast long, thin shadows on everyone. The faces of the migrant workers who sat down all appeared pale and lifeless.

Once inside the carriage, the three of them quietly walked to the last row and sat down, observing everything inside the carriage.

This is the best vantage point, offering a clear view of almost the entire interior of the vehicle.

On the surface, this bus is just an ordinary bus. Apart from being very old, being a traditional fuel vehicle, and not having air conditioning, it doesn't seem to have anything special about it.

Nowadays, buses are mostly new energy or hybrid, and they also have air conditioning.

However, it doesn't need air conditioning; it's been damp and cold ever since I got on the bus.

Besides the cold and damp atmosphere, there was also a sense of oppression and suffocation, a feeling so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

As the bus started moving smoothly, the eerie sense of oppression grew stronger.

It was as if an invisible hand was plucking at the heartstrings of every passenger on the bus, amplifying the negative emotions that had accumulated deep within them.