I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

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"..."

Chen Miao suddenly felt a chill down his spine and looked at the driver who was tilting his head toward him with a complex expression. Although the smile on the driver's face seemed well-meaning, it was extremely stiff and looked eerie.

It was as if someone had forcefully dragged the corners of their mouth upwards.

It was deeply unsettling.

Originally, Chen Miao had thought this driver had no spiritual wisdom, just a mechanical ghost programmed to carry out its tasks. Now, it seemed the driver did have its own thoughts; it just hadn't paid him any mind on the previous Hell Bus.

And the way it had turned its head toward him was very strange; there was no movement in its body, it still faced the steering wheel, only its head had stiffly turned ninety degrees to look at him.

"Heh heh."

Chen Miao squeezed out a tense laugh through clenched teeth, flattering, "You also drive very steadily."

"Mm-hm."

The driver nodded, "This is my last ride. Once it's over, I'm due to retire. It's great to meet you on my final trip. I believe things will go smoothly this time, too. You are a great salesman."

This was it.

Chen Miao's heart silently started to throb with a headache. Such a flag being raised usually meant the difficulty of the operation had increased exponentially. He was starting to regret accepting the invitation. At this moment, the bus was still at the Fengtian City station landmark.

It had not yet completely turned into the Hell Bus.

He was already having second thoughts, even considering whether he could opt-out if he jumped off the bus now, but his reason told him it was best not to do so.

He should not have agreed to begin with.

Having agreed, it was best to follow the procedure; otherwise, the consequences could be more than he could bear.

Just then—

Like entering a tunnel, the bus plunged into darkness, with only the headlight shining in front, the light beam from the headlights. The tunnel was brief, fleeting.

When he opened his eyes again.

The bus had completely transformed into the Hell Bus form.

The license plate had changed to Zhen·G9418.

And the icons for each stop had changed as well.

First stop—Zhenba City

In recent days, quite a few people had died in Zhenba City. But to say there were many innocent lost souls was not quite accurate, as it required a significant amount of resentment to form even the most basic of lost souls, who must also be unattended by any worship. If the relatives continued their memorial rites after death, it would wash away the resentment.

Chen Miao sat motionless in his seat. This time, he did not stick his head out the bus to hawk his wares, as reason dictated that he should stay calm, not be too bold. With the situation unclear, it was best to avoid acting rashly.

Soon—

The first stop arrived, but this time, he didn't wait for the first challenge's contents nor the supernatural beings prepared to board at the door. There was only a lone lost soul standing pitifully in the rain, staring at him.

It was raining outside.

This time, there was no supernatural being, no so-called challenge content, just a quiet Hell Bus on its mission to take lost souls back home. This trip was purely about the Hell Bus.

And ever since the bus had completely changed into the Hell Bus, the driver seated at the wheel had become like a statue again, silent in his duties, just like last time.

Everything was orderly.

And the first passenger was a middle-aged man with eyes bleeding, clutching a bloodstained lottery ticket, his whole suit ragged. He had already experienced the Hell Bus once and was familiar with the procedure.

After casually striking up a conversation, a familiar panel popped up in front of him, and he received a simple story.

This middle-aged man was just one of the many ordinary workers in Zhenba City.

Zhenba City was not one of the 128 major cities of the federation, nor did it possess any strong city buffs. Its basic buff was an agricultural crop bonus, which, for a city in the land of extreme cold, wasn't too bad.

Obviously, supernatural beings did not like this city buff.

Almost every supernatural being with some level of achievement would opt for the major cities of the federation, leaving smaller cities like this one primarily populated by ordinary people leading a nine-to-five life.

These ordinary people were not ignorant of the changing times or the world's transcendentalization. They were just ordinary, not stupid.

But so what if they were aware?

The era was mute; it did not say a word while discarding you.

They lacked the ability to become supernatural beings or the courage to do so. Becoming a supernatural being meant you could hardly work in a company like an ordinary person. The main source of income would rely on secret realms, which implied a not-so-low risk of death.

Even though they knew the world had changed and the era was different, they could only continue to live as ordinary people, working nine to five, ensuring there was food for tomorrow.

The world had changed.

They had not.

And this middle-aged man was such a diligent worker. He had never aspired to be a supernatural being and lived uneventfully until the age of 42, an awkward age for a man.

In that year, his wife happened to fall ill.

His company happened to be laying off staff. Without any savings, even the several months' severance pay from the company was of little help, like pouring a cup of water on a blazing cart. Desperate, the man purchased a lottery ticket for 100 credits.

Perhaps it was divine intervention that the man's luck should turn, or maybe it was wishful thinking.

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Anyway, this man won the lottery.

He won 10 million credits!

The grand prize!

The man was ecstatic, and on the day of the lottery draw, he rushed to the hospital to kiss his wife, who was still in a coma. He then prepared to dash to the lottery building to claim his prize. With 10 million credits, not only could he cure his wife's illness but also ensure an extremely stable life for both of them in their next life.

Perhaps he could even save some money for his child to become someone of high status.

But on the way to claim his prize.

Incident No. 11, "Sea of Human Suffering," erupted in Zhenba City.

Countless monsters attacked Zhenba City, and while fleeing, the man was pushed towards the monsters by another person, to buy some time. As he was being devoured by the monster, the man gripped the blood-stained lottery ticket in his hand tightly, his face filled with despair and unwillingness!

His resentment nearly reached the skies!

Decades of accumulated resentment exploded, turning him into a lost soul wandering around Zhenba City.

"Ding, congratulations on triggering the hidden quest, 'Exchange the Lottery Ticket.'

"Quest details: Obtain the man's lottery ticket in the real world before the vehicle reaches its final stop, use the funds from the exchange to settle the man's wife's medical bills, and give the remaining money to the man's child."

"Quest reward: Receive the man's ticket fee, a D-class Taboo Item 'An Honest Man's Life,' and the ticket fee becomes the player's property."

"And you will gain the authority to communicate with the outside world."

"..."

After listening to the man's story and going through the quest panel, Chen Miao remained silent for a moment and gently massaged his temples. He had a feeling that this Hell Bus trip would be more difficult than the last, but he didn't expect it to be this much more challenging.

Last time, most missions involved those who died with regrets at the hands of others.

It simply required finding that person and killing them to complete the mission.

This time the difficulty had increased many times over.

First, he had to find the man's corpse in a city still in chaotic reconstruction. The man had been swallowed by a monster, so the corpse would likely be inside the monster's stomach, with the lottery ticket likely still clutched in his palm, also inside the monster's stomach.

He had to find a monster's corpse with a lottery ticket inside it in an immense city if that monster hadn't escaped but was killed.

Then there was the task of finding the man's wife.

And to exchange the lottery ticket and deliver the remaining money to the man's child.

The entire process was far beyond complicated, requiring at least ten hours under the best circumstances.

He wasn't worried that the ticket would be digested by the monster's stomach, or that the man's wife had already died. From his last experience on the Hell Bus, he had learned that if a quest was impossible, a quest panel wouldn't show up.

As long as there was a quest panel, it was certainly achievable.

At least it was achievable at the moment the quest panel was given, what came after was uncertain.

Without much hesitation, Chen Miao quickly posted the quest in the "Tomb Guardian" faction's chat channel. Even if he was anxious, it would be pointless; he was on the Hell Bus, and all actions had to be left to the Tomb Guardian to handle.

All he could do was wait.

The only piece of good news was that this time, the Hell Bus didn't warn him that he would be killed if a passenger didn't have a ticket before arrival; it only mentioned that the ticket would be his. This meant that even if he didn't complete the quest, he probably wouldn't die.

There were 18 stops in total this time, a bit more than last time.

However, no Supernatural beings would board the bus at any stop, and of course, unlike last time, there wouldn't be different challenges waiting for him at each stop.

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"The man's corpse inside a monster's stomach?"

Zhou Shen, having just arrived in Zhenba City and without even the chance to take a sip of water, jumped out of the car and looked at the quest panel sent by Miao. After reading it clearly, he felt his scalp tingle. This was beyond troublesome.

It seemed impossible.

He had no clue where to start looking for a monster's corpse containing the remains of a man.

He looked up at the city in the darkness of night.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The lights were bright.

The stench was overwhelming, with a strong scent of blood making the entire city seem like a slaughterhouse.

Countless buildings were collapsed, and the bodies of humans and monsters were everywhere, presenting a scene akin to the end of the world.

Numerous people were shuttling through the rubble, collecting bodies, rescuing buried companions, clearing debris, and more. The entire city was engaged in post-disaster rescue efforts.

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The bad news was that even with almost complete breakdown of social order, finding one person here would be much harder than in Fengtian City.

Especially a dead person who died inside a monster's stomach.

"There is a way!"

Excited by a sudden thought, Hungry Monkey blurted out: "The wristwatch can locate him; we can locate the man's position through his wristwatch!"