She bore a striking resemblance to a human, perhaps even more exquisite.
Dressed in form-fitting black pencil pants and stylish black motorcycle boots, her upper body was clad in a lightweight black shirt that had been torn into shreds for reasons unknown, barely clinging to her slender waist and revealing a black bandeau underneath along with a generous expanse of skin.
Her long, straight black hair was slightly disheveled, adding to her allure. A small mole on her sweet face accentuated her charm, making her look irresistibly enticing.
As the girl approached, there was no movement from behind her. Suddenly, the bus roared to life, and the identity of the newcomer was clear.
Seeing the tour guide draw near, the urgency in their pace did not wane. The clever Veteran Player had already boarded the bus and taken a seat, while another quick-witted individual followed closely behind.
Distracted by the captivating sight before them, they failed to notice their misfortune. A gust of wind swept past them as a voice—sweet yet chilling—commanded, "Let’s go." The bus began to move just as they were left behind.
The bus accelerated rapidly, and the expressions of three individuals changed dramatically as they frantically chased after it. "Wait! We’re not on yet!" they shouted. "Stop! Wait!"
But the Dark Red Bus showed no signs of stopping; their cries gradually turned into desperate wails.
This was the world of Weirdos, where no compassion existed.
"Quick!" The tone of their screams shifted to one of sheer terror, piercing through the air and causing those already on board to lean against the windows in horror, their faces pale with fright.
They watched as the three figures were engulfed by a swirling red mist; their flesh seemed to corrode like it was being eaten away by acid, rapidly shrinking into white bones that scattered across the ground.
The girl who had merely said "Let’s go" had claimed three lives. Once she boarded the bus, she became furious, kicking the tour guide's seat with a loud clang, her emotions boiling over.
She cursed under her breath, "Damn it! You think you’re invincible? I’ll make sure you pay for this!"
It was no wonder Yun Zhi Yue was losing her mind; she felt utterly humiliated while Reincarnation Stone was already laughing uncontrollably at the absurdity of it all.
In this world filled with oddities, fear reigned supreme; humanity could only struggle to survive.
The Puppet Body was one such anomaly; naturally, Yun Zhi Yue felt empowered as she stepped forward. In previous worlds, she had dealt with Yue Qi Avatar without issue, and now she felt somewhat invincible.
Upon entering this Dimension for her first tour as a guide, encountering Yue Qi Avatar brought her unexpected joy—she thought it would be easy to eliminate him—but she could never have imagined that the outcome would be entirely different.
A mere human managed to overpower her; an entire group had perished while this individual relentlessly pursued her without relent.
Even after completing the game, he refused to leave Eerie World and continued to stalk her like an obsessive maniac.
Was this madness or what?
She found it bizarre that she was being chased by humans in her own territory. Could she still maintain her dignity? Just a moment ago, she had run so fast that if she hadn't, she would have faced dire consequences; her clothes were nearly torn apart.
The tour guide's seat was arranged in pairs, and Yun Zhi Yue was furiously kicking the aisle. Next to her, a girl with a youthful appearance clutched her backpack tightly, her body bouncing with each kick against the seat. Her face was pale, trembling uncontrollably.
She was just an ordinary person, completely unaware that this seat was reserved for the tour guide. She had simply followed the Veteran Player onto the bus and sat down, not knowing how unfortunate her choice would turn out to be. Would this tour guide with such a terrible temper actually kill her?
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