On the seventh day after my grandfather died, I inherited his yin and yang eyes.
From then on, at eleven o'clock every night, I had to get on the last bus that was not on the timetable.
The passengers in the car... Some were already dead.
The rules are simple: Find the deceased and vote them off. If you make a wrong investment once, the living person will take a trip to the underworld for the dead person.
I thought it was just a death game. Until at the terminal, I saw the words left by my grandfather——
"Arrived. Let's go."
