Chapter 47 (1/2)

“People like me?”

The conductor started laughing, but in an extremely vicious way. “Then do you know, little monk, that people like me can let you live if we want to, or make you die if we want?”

“I think you want us to live,” said Tang Luo with great confidence.

“You’re smart, little monk,” said the conductor.

Tang Luo pointed to Lin Zi-ang’s corpse. “When he died, your anger didn’t seem to be fake. Of course, that kind of anger seemed more like a wave of anger out of ‘loss’.”

“I’m a corpse transporter!” The bus suddenly shook, and the driver cursed out loud, “F*cking bald donkey!”

“I do have hair,” said Tang Luo. “How can I be counted as a bald donkey?”

The origin of the phrase bald donkey was from traveling monks who begged alms with their donkeys in earlier times.

Many monks had tarnished the reputation of monkhood by idling around, stealing, or cheating under the guise of alms-begging. Thus, the locals would shout every time they saw those evil monks with their donkeys, “Run, the bald one is coming with the donkey.”

After a while, bald donkey became a derogatory term for the monks.

Tang Luo had hair and no donkey, so he couldn’t be considered a bald monkey.

Even when he had been traveling to the West, he could be called bald dragon at most, strictly speaking[1].

“We do want you alive.” The conductor knelt in the seat in front of her, leaned over, and said, “But you don’t know that sometimes, living is more painful than dying. Besides, we want both living people and corpses. Don’t get over yourself and pick and choose…”

“Ha!”

The conductor didn’t even finish speaking when a firm and loud yell interrupted her words.

Auntie Shufen’s broom, which she had been holding in her hand the whole time, successfully dodged the obstacles in the way and, with a perfect curvature through the air, fell on the conductor’s face.

It was the kind of broom for sweeping floors at home. It was not plastic, but an entire piece of wood.

If one plucked the horsehair away, it would feel pretty similar to a golf club.

The conductor let out a shrill scream as she fell backward down in the aisle.

She covered her face with her right hand, but blood continued to flow out between her fingers—the injury was bad!

After one successful move, Auntie Shufen yelled again, “Hey!”

The blood-stained broom swept across, slamming toward the three corpses standing in a row like she was waving a baseball bat.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Three sounds, like one smashing a watermelon, echoed one after another.

Auntie Shufen’s sweep actually broke the corpses’ heads!

The sharp braking sound rang, and the bus stopped suddenly.

The driver stood up and looked behind, astonished.

‘What’s going on? Someone actually dares to resist? Do they not know what death and fear are?’

“Ah!! Go and die!!”

Before the driver could manipulate the corpses to do something, the conductor was already shouting in a shrill voice.

The originally seated young man and old woman rose abruptly and rushed to Auntie Shufen in a completely abnormal athletic manner.

In a hurry, Auntie Shufen could only wave the broom in her hand wildly.

The top of the broom first hit the young man. His body shriveled at the moment of touching the broom.

He turned from a complete person to skin! A vivid-looking human skin!

Yet this human skin did not lose its drive because of its shriveling. It directly wrapped the broom, making it extremely heavy.

Auntie Shufen couldn’t hold it and let it fall.

Similarly, the old woman’s body shriveled and turned into skin, heading for Auntie Shufen to wrap her.

Auntie Shufen, who was half-standing, had no space to dodge.

The human skin’s speed was fast, so she could only watch that creepy face occupy the entirety of her sight.

A sticky, cold feeling covered her entire face. It was like a snake wrapped around her face.

“AHHHHH!”

It was a scream more intense than the earlier shrilling.

The human skin covering Aunt Shufen’s face suddenly died, slipping down Aunt Shufen’s body.

Ring…

The crisp bell sounded during the scream.

The driver, who would logically have rushed to help, had squatted and pressed his hand with the ball against the conductor’s face.

There was a twisted smile on his face.

As the conductor kept struggling, the crisp bell ring echoed.

Black aura rose from her head and the driver’s hands, along with a suffocating, stinky odor.

Once they smelled it, K and the other two bowed down sideways and started vomiting.

After a moment, the bell ring stopped.

The driver let go of his hand, and the conductor slowly erected her upper body, then her lower body. She stared straight ahead.

Her cheeks were sunken, and there were no pupils in her eyes, but only the white.

“She was gonna die anyway,” said the driver with a smile. “May as well reuse the waste.”

He shook the bell on his wrist, and the three headless corpses, as well as the conductor’s corpse, moved into a line. They opened their arms and legs to divide the bus into two separate spaces.

“Stop making trouble for me, or I don’t mind bringing a few more corpses back.” The driver’s voice came from the other side.

He had already returned to his seat and started the bus. He was dutiful. Even if people died in and out of the bus, he had to drive to the final station.

Tang Luo was very appreciative of such free labor.

As for the others, they almost vomited out their bile.

The corpse smell did not disperse. The trio’s faces were scarily white, and they continued to vomit.

They simply had no extra energy to continue making trouble. Thus, accompanied by the sound of vomiting, the bus moved on.