"Babe, donât be scared. The driver is definitely just playing tricks! Iâll go check it out."
The man gently patted his girlfriendâs shoulder, settling her securely in her seat.
With that,
he prepared to get up and walk toward the front of the bus.
"Ahem... If I were you, Iâd stay put right now instead of going to get yourself killed."
Just then,
a voice suddenly spoke up.
It was the man completely bundled up in a trench coat.
"What do you mean?"
The man in the tank top frowned.
"Didnât you see the blood words just now? Ahem... They told us not to leave our seats! And especially not to disturb the driver."
The man in the trench coatâs tone was flat.
Hearing this,
the man in the tank top snorted.
"Heh, so what if I leave? Putting on a spooky act might scare other people, but you think you can fool me?"
With that said,
he stood up and walked directly toward the driverâs seat at the front of the bus.
Seeing this,
the man in the trench coat and mask said no more, simply watching the other manâs retreating back.
His gaze was like he was looking at a dead man.
Strangely,
the driver hadnât said a single word the entire time, as if he didnât even exist.
Soon, the man in the tank top reached the glass partition of the driverâs area.
The driverâs compartment was dark, and he could vaguely make out a shadowy figure holding the steering wheel.
Seeing this, he immediately reached out and banged on the glass.
"Damn it, was that youâ"
He was in the middle of cursing when his words were suddenly cut off.
It was as if an invisible hand had seized him by the throat.
His body froze instantly, his expression shifting to terror before twisting into an extreme grimace.
Immediately after, with a loud POP! like a balloon bursting, his body exploded like a firework.
Blood, flesh, and organs rained down, instantly turning the front of the bus into a gory Hell.
The sudden, gruesome scene left everyone stunned speechless, their minds blank.
Guo Wei, being relatively close, was splattered on the back of her hand by something warm and sticky.
She instinctively looked down. What met her eyes was half a round, bloodshot eyeball.
In that instant, her face turned ashen.
Her stomach churned violently, and she frantically shook her hand to fling the disgusting thing off.
"Ahem... Every time, thereâs a fool like this asking for death!"
The man in the trench coat and mask spoke up.
His eyes were filled with indifference as he glanced at the remains of the man in the tank top splattered across the bus, then looked away.
"Excuse me, do you know something about this?"
Surprisingly, the first person to break the silence was the petite woman with short, yellow hair.
Her face was a little pale, but she didnât seem to show much grief over her boyfriendâs horrific death.
"Heh, interesting. Your boyfriend just died, but you donât seem very sad about it."
The man in the trench coat and mask stared at the woman with a probing, playful look that made her squirm uncomfortably.
Fortunately, the man didnât press her further and changed the subject.
"Alright, let me introduce myself. My name is Yang Hu, and Iâm a senior script actor who has survived three missions.
Youâve all just witnessed what happened. You have now been chosen by the Blood Word Script to become temporary script actors.
As for what the Blood Word Script is, youâll get your answer after you survive this internship mission.
You only need to know one thing: it is an existence you cannot defy. Once you violate the rules it sets, youâll end up just like him."
Yang Hu pointed to the unrecognizable puddle on the floor that used to be the man in the tank top.
Hearing this, the faces of the others grew even paler.
Seeing their reactions, he continued.
"If you want to live, your only option is to become official script actors.
And to become official script actors, you need to survive this internship mission.
The role you are currently playing is âpassenger.â All you have to do is sit quietly in your seats until the bus reaches the final station.
During this time, you cannot leave your seats, and you must not disturb the driver."
Yang Huâs tone was flat.
"Itâs that simple?"
The boy in the school uniform asked from nearby.
After all, as long as you didnât leave your seat or run around, you wouldnât die.
That didnât seem all that difficult.
"Heh!"
In response,
Yang Hu just shook his head.
He didnât say anything more.
Even an internship script wouldnât be this simple.
Based on his understanding of the Blood Word Script, all sorts of problems were bound to arise later, forcing the passengers to leave their seats.
As for him, a senior actor appearing here, his mission was naturally different from theirs. All he needed to do was ensure at least two people survived to complete it.
With this in mind,
his eyes swept over the few people inside the bus.
Suddenly, his gaze shifted, as if he had noticed something.