Ticket seller? I was stunned.

Just now, Wang Chu and I were sitting in the sixth row, and the seat next to us was empty. Where did the ticket seller come from?

Wang Chu was also stunned.

- There was indeed a ticket seller in the sixth row. She was wearing a tight red uniform, with bright red lips, holding a blue plastic square box in her hand, and there were several stacks of tickets inside the box.

"What are you staring at? Buy your ticket!" The first male classmate who spoke urged.

Wang Chu glanced at me, his eyes asking me what to do.

And I was even more panicked: when I got on the bus, I noticed that there were a total of 6 people, including the driver. With the sudden appearance of Wang Chu, there should be only 7 people on the bus. But I just counted again, and there were a total of 8 people. This means that the ticket seller did indeed appear out of thin air. When the school bus started, she must not have been on the bus.

And the school bus has never stopped since it started. How did she get on? How could a living person suddenly appear on a moving bus?

"Hurry up and buy your ticket. We're all from the same school. Once the alarm is lifted, everything will be fine. No one will blame you." A girl wearing glasses sitting in the front row advised.

"Senior Chu, something's not right." I glanced out of the window and whispered, "The rule says ['There is no ticket seller on the bus'], and this woman appeared out of nowhere. There must be a problem. Don't go over, or we can ask the driver to stop the bus..."

Wang Chu ignored me and went straight in the direction of the ticket seller.

"Wang Chu, what are you doing?!"

I went up to pull him, but suddenly his strength became incredibly strong, and I couldn't pull him at all. He was completely different from the "weak senior" who would be out of breath just climbing stairs.

He stopped in front of the ticket seller and extended his left hand numbly, "Ticket, please."

Not only his actions, but his voice also sounded very mechanical.

The ticket seller seemed to curl her lips and reached into the collar of her tight uniform with one hand.

I watched in astonishment as she pulled out a roughly 30-centimeter-long, finger-thick, ancient-looking metal cone from her chest, and fiercely stabbed it into the middle finger of Wang Chu.

Blood gushed out, and there was a strange salty smell floating in the carriage.

Then she tore off a yellow ticket from the box and stuck it on Wang Chu's fingertip.

The blood quickly soaked the ticket.

With her lips slightly parted, she stuck out her tongue. That tongue was longer than a human's, covered with thorns, resembling the tongue of some kind of creature, chilling to the bones.

The tongue curled around Wang Chu's fingertip, and the bloody ticket was swallowed into her stomach.

At the same time, the annoying alarm stopped.

I tried to pull Wang Chu back, but suddenly felt a gaze upon me.

Then my back felt a burning sensation, my vision went black, and when I opened my eyes again, the seats in the sixth row were empty.

The ticket seller had disappeared.