My Cell Prison
Chapter 1629 - 1627: Bus Incident

Chapter 1629: Chapter 1627: Bus Incident

The final destination of this ’bus’ is precisely the goal of Han Dong and his companions - [Dead City. Zurbaha].

However, this is not a direct route.

Along the way, it also stops at villages and small towns, and even detours through some regions, taking a big loop.

According to the ghoul driver embedded in the driver’s seat, who hasn’t moved for years, the entire journey takes at least a full day.

Before boarding.

Mr. Newton used a "self-modification" technique to fold his body, transforming it into a mechanical Rubik’s cube.

When Han Dong first touched the Rubik’s cube, he could not feel any life force, needing to sense deeply to faintly hear a heartbeat.

If one peers into the mechanical Rubik’s cube with special vision.

One would find a [workspace] within the deepest part, opened up by the mythical field, where Mr. Newton is writing technical papers for subsequent negotiation talks.

"Let’s board the bus."

As the port town is the starting point, and this bus has just departed, there aren’t too many people yet.

Han Dong held Sally’s hand and managed to find a pair of adjacent seats... to say less, the seats are indeed very comfortable.

Soon after they boarded, a large number of ghouls crowded into the bus one after another.

Due to the suspension of core transportation tools,

ghouls needing to travel to different areas,

either choose to embark on a long and perilous solitary journey,

or take this bus.

At that moment, the bus is packed, with even the roof full of ghouls, and some belated ghouls hanging on the sides of the bus.

Plop!

A puddle of viscous saliva drips onto Han Dong from the ghoul crawling above him.

Han Dong isn’t concerned, adapting to local customs...

However, Sally is extremely averse to this environment, glaring at the ghoul above to scare it away.

The vehicle started moving.

The legion of ghoul legs grown and stitched under the bus, under the driver’s control, began to run at full speed.

But, due to the sheer number of passengers, the overall speed could only maintain at 60km/h.

"Nicholas, why don’t we travel alone... your bloodhound is quite fast as well.

Even if you want to ride on my back, it’s possible, why crowd in such a filthy, infernal environment?"

"There are many ways to travel alone; in fact, with Mr. Newton’s ability, he could manufacture a highly functional steam car on the spot.

However, I thought about it, and adapting to local customs seems better.

Riding such a bus allows us to fully integrate locally, even making our skin smell like ghouls... beneficial for the upcoming actions.

We might come across some interesting events.

You heard the sheriff earlier; since even M.O.’s [Skeleton Storage Place] has issued a notice, it indicates that the undercurrent forces hidden in the Zothique Continent are extraordinary."

Han Dong is very concerned about the sheriff’s so-called ’undercurrents’, hoping that a chance encounter during the journey could become a catalyst for discussing cooperation matters later.

Considering a bit of grievance for Sally, the young lady from the Black Forest,

Han Dong rarely, reached to embrace Sally against his shoulder,

and at that moment, the sensation of attachment and reproductive desire peaks, Sally no longer minding the harsh travel environment, gradually fell asleep on Han Dong’s shoulder.

About six hours later.

The bus stopped at a small town.

"Tomb Spinning Town is here! Tomb Spinning Town is here!"

Being a relatively large town primarily focused on trade,

when this announcement was made, nearly half of the ghouls, carrying their goods, all got off the bus, hoping to make a big sale with their port harvest.

Han Dong also noticed,

the closer to the interior of the Zothique Continent, the larger the towns and their mechanical coverage becomes.

Looking out the window, many buildings in Tomb Spinning Town have mechanical structures, and ’living dead’ embedded with metallic gears are seen everywhere.

Of course,

there are also a few ghouls departing from Tomb Spinning Town, wishing to head to the main city - [Zurbaha], boarding this corpse car bus.

Just as the bus was about to start.

A group clad in black robes, with the insignia of "Skull and Gear", suddenly boarded, once again filling the mildly spacious bus... one of them happened to stand next to Han Dong.

Through the fringes of the hood,

what fell into Han Dong’s eyes was a ghoul’s head, with one eye gouged out, mouth stitched shut, and steel rods inserted into ear holes.

The surface of their bald heads was marked with visible craniotomy scars,

and faint sounds of gears turning emanated from their brains,

"Are these the mechanical cultists from the ghoul circle?

Sealing off the senses, perhaps to reduce unnecessary information intake,

or their modified brains have acquired more efficient perception functions, thus discarding unnecessary physical senses."

At this moment.

A slightly twisted vortex emerged at the center of Han Dong’s brow.

Using 40% of the Demon Eye, he secretly observed the situation inside the carriage, accurately capturing a strand of special substance.

Han Dong discreetly awakened the sleeping Sally.

’Sally, keep pretending to sleep, there should be a good show soon... taking the bus was indeed the right choice.’

’Did you discover something?’

’Yes, one of the sheriff’s ’undercurrent forces’ should be on this bus.

When the vehicle reaches the desolate wilderness, they should make a move.

Until then, just pretend like a common passenger.’

After a few hours on the bus, Han Dong was already filled with the local scent, slightly adorned further using "imitation"... if not for the appearance, he was entirely a local.

Exactly as Han Dong expected.

When the bus completely exited the jurisdiction of Tomb Spinning Town, descending a barren hill,

this group veiled in black robes, with modified bodies, commenced to make subtle movements.

Small gears surfaced on their gelatinous skin,

some secret spell was activating within them,

click-clack! gears turning.

The thirteen-member group of ghoul cultists all opened their mouths,

the stitches on their mouths easily broke,

a metallic long rope with precision structure shot from their mouths... not to attack other passengers, but solely targeting one particular passenger on the bus.

An elderly ghoul, carrying a large sack of mangled corpse parts, appeared very ordinary.

As the long rope made contact with the target, a ’deep restraint’ was immediately initiated.

It bore into the skin, clamping tightly within the flesh,

simultaneously, the gear structure infected like bacteria into the target’s body, disrupting, replacing, and controlling the target’s body.

"Uninvolved individuals please disembark immediately, [Gear Secret Teaching] is executing official duties! The target’s life is considerably..."

Before the statement finished.

An unimaginable force acted upon each long rope shot from the cultist’s mouths.

Swish!

The heads of the thirteen secret religion members were instantaneously severed,

just in time to fall into the ancient ghoul’s corpse sack.