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Chapter 113: Chapter 112: "The fixed event numbered 128, named Hell Bus.

It simply fucked the day up; he was the deputy director of the Events Bureau, responsible for managing random incidents in Fengtian City, yet such an incident had occurred in Fengtian City, and he hadn't received any news about it.

It was only through a message from Hungry Monkey that he discovered the incident.

It was absolutely outrageous.

However, Zhou Shen didn't feel like he had lost face, but instead spoke with a heavy and hoarse voice, "There are many random events that occur in Fengtian City every year, like the boss siege event you guys experienced last time, and the Events Bureau is in charge of managing such events."

"But usually such events come with a prior warning, like that boss siege event, where there would be a notice about the occurrence of a random event, unlike this event which had no warning at all. There's only one kind of event like that."

"It's a fixed event!"

"The concept of a fixed event is quite simple; it's an event that constantly repeats and fixed events generally don't stay in one city, they randomly occur in one or several cities."

"Fixed events have their own identification numbers, with the numbers ascending from small to large indicating the difficulty from high to low, the smaller the number the higher the difficulty and the greater the mortality rate."

"I've experienced a fixed event myself, the identification number was 389, and the event was named Wilderness Train."

"Based on my guess, Miao has most likely been caught up in a fixed event."

Hungry Monkey spoke anxiously, "What was your experience like during that fixed event?"

"Experience?"

Zhou Shen's expression turned complex as he undid his clothes, revealing his chest. What could be seen was an extremely ghastly wound with the skin torn open, revealing white fat and coagulated blood, looking extremely horrifying.

And his shirt underneath had already been soaked red with blood.

"I nearly died during that event, and although I was lucky enough to survive, I was left with a curse. The curse is this wound that will never kill me but will also never heal, tormenting me every moment. The intense pain makes my life worse than death."

"If it wasn't for the mission I have yet to complete in my life, I would have chosen to end my own a long time ago."

"With such a curse, one can hardly be considered human anymore."

Hungry Monkey looked in slight shock at the terrifying wound on Zhou Shen's chest. It was his first time replaceing out about such a wound on Zhou Shen, yet Zhou Shen still took Yuan Buping and others to raid secret realms?

With such a big wound, swinging a fist once would hurt for a day, right?

"The fabric of the clothes is custom-made to ensure that the blood doesn't seep out to the greatest extent."

Zhou Shen while rebuttoning his shirt, let out a faint sigh, and said with some worry, "If Miao really got tangled up in a fixed event, we can only hope that the identification number of this fixed event isn't too low, otherwise, it might be very difficult for him to survive."

It wasn't a pleasant thing to say, but he said it anyway.

Although Miao's strength was considerable, strength alone isn't enough in a fixed event, there are too many factors determining whether one can survive or not, among which luck is a very important factor; by comparison, strength is not that crucial.

In that fixed event, Wilderness Train with the number 389 that he experienced, he was the weakest in terms of strength. There were many who were stronger than him, but quite a few stronger individuals died, whereas he survived.

Although he was left with a curse that he could not remove for life, but... at least he survived.

If you say secret realms possess a certain danger, with a not insignificant mortality rate, then for fixed events like these, there's basically a certain survival rate.

...

"Identification number 128, named Hell Bus as a fixed event?"

Chen Miao repeated the middle-aged man's words, extracting the key information before falling silent in place, contemplating. Through the earlier conversation with the man, he had gleaned a lot of information.

Of course, the truthfulness of this information still needed to be questioned for the time being.

He subconsciously opened his wristwatch to search for information related to the fixed event, but his wristwatch connection had already been severed, unable to search for anything, completely isolated from the outside world.

It was his first time learning about the concept of fixed events.

According to this man, he had boarded voluntarily, with the identification number 128 Hell Bus as the fixed event, belonging to events that are predictive and voluntary. A small group of people would be pre-selected and invitations issued to them.

One could choose to accept or to reject.

If one opted to accept and then boarded the bus after the Hell Bus event with the number 128 started, the bus would stop in front of you, just board to participate. But if you chose to accept and then backed out at the last minute, the consequences would be on you.

The man didn't specify the consequences, but one could guess what they might be with a little common sense.

This fixed event was a major event across multiple cities, with only one person being selected per city. The more cities it passed through, the more people who boarded, and the greater the difficulty of the fixed event becoming.

The difficulty of the Hell Bus with the number 128 wasn't consistent; it varied each time, depending on how many people boarded.

And according to the middle-aged man, before boarding, he was strolling in a downpour wearing a straw raincoat and carrying a bamboo hat when a bus with the license plate Feng·GA182 somehow stopped behind him with its hazard lights flashing.

After boarding, he saw Chen Miao who seemed ready to get off.

Chen Miao stroked his memory; when he was on the bus, he hadn't felt at all that the outside scenery didn't belong to the suburbs of Fengtian City.

...

The bus quickly fell silent again.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, simply closing his eyes and leaning back in his seat as if he had fallen into a slumber, and even now, he hadn't glanced in Hungry Monkey's direction, nor had he turned around. He sat quietly in his seat, motionless.

Chen Miao, too, sat opposite the middle-aged man in a single seat, silent. The information the man had given him was limited; he only knew he was entangled in a fixed event, but what exactly he would face was unclear to him.

He subconsciously looked back at Hungry Monkey.

Hungry Monkey had already taken a seat in the back row, dozing off against the window as if sleepy.

It seemed to return to normal.

Just then—

The bus stopped again.

A young man dressed in casual attire strolled onto the bus, sporting clothes with exaggerated logos, whether from a sudden windfall or youthful flamboyance.

And these logos were all from luxury brands.

Even if Chen Miao wasn't well-versed in the luxury brands of this world, he could tell at a glance they looked expensive.

This time, Chen Miao deliberately glanced outside the window. It appeared to be a country road with nothing special about it; the sky was dark, the moon invisible, and the clouds gathered thickly above.

The young man wasn't wet from rain, looking neat and sharp as he boarded the bus. He first glanced at the middle-aged man and Chen Miao, then chuckled lightly at the route map without saying a word, and took a seat in the front row by the window.

The position closest to the driver.

Afterward, the bus doors closed, and the vehicle started up again. The route map had changed once more.

The previous stop, "Gaobei City" - current stop, "Jingjiu City" - next stop, "Broken Pot City" - next stop, "Fei Yu City" -...

The display screen could only show four stops at a time.

As it stood, there was at least one stop after Fei Yu City.

Which meant there had to be at least six stops.

So far, two people had boarded, making four people inside the bus. No, wait... Chen Miao suddenly realized something and looked up toward the very front of the bus, at the driver who had been silent since the beginning.

Including the driver, there should be five people.

At that moment, the driver still sat there as if he hadn't moved at all since the start, quietly focusing on his duties. But neither the chatty middle-aged man nor the young man from Jingjiu City had engaged in even a brief conversation with the driver.

They must have known more than he was aware of.

Since they didn't approach, there must be some taboo involved. At this point, with his information nearly a complete blank, it was best to stay quiet and avoid any unnecessary actions in his ignorance.

When the young man boarded, he had paid special attention to his eyes. After the young man settled down, aside from a glance at the two of them and the route map, his gaze hadn't drifted elsewhere.

Like the middle-aged man, he hadn't looked in Hungry Monkey's direction.

No, that wasn't right...

A sudden chill went through Chen Miao's heart. Normally, people getting on a bus would look all around; it was odd to only look to the right and not to the left. His initial thought was that these two couldn't see Hungry Monkey.

But it now seemed more like they were deliberately avoiding looking in Hungry Monkey's direction.

Avoiding catching sight of Hungry Monkey.

He subconsciously turned his head to look back again. Hungry Monkey, who had been sitting in the rear seat, was now standing behind him. Bending over, he brought his head close to Chen Miao's forehead, his lips twisted in a sinister smile as he hissed.

"Miao, I want to sit with you."

Caught off guard, Chen Miao's heart nearly stopped at the sight of Hungry Monkey, who was beyond 'eerie'. He didn't immediately respond, instead looking at the other two men.

At that moment, both men appeared to be half-asleep, sitting in their seats, motionless against the side window.

But through their extremely steady breathing, he could clearly tell they weren't asleep; they were feigning it.

"..."

After taking a deep breath, Chen Miao slowly stood up, looking down at Hungry Monkey in front of him. Although he badly wanted to stuff Thomson into Hungry Monkey's mouth and let off a round, he chose to hold back, given the unclear circumstances.

He was about to say something to manage the situation, for the current Hungry Monkey was quite unsettling.

But before he could speak, Hungry Monkey mumbled to himself and returned to his seat at the back, once again starting to doze off.

"Hey."

No sooner had Hungry Monkey settled down than the middle-aged man in a straw raincoat sitting opposite Chen Miao suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward the young man at the front of the bus, "The lad that got on in Jingjiu City, tell us your job and level."

"This trip is obviously going to be tough; share some info, so we can all survive together."