Hounded by Death and Nearing the Brink, I Wield Baleful Qi to Slay Demons

[No System] [No Golden Finger] [A Variety of Demonic Fiends]

The last No. 13 bus at midnight is a strange prison carriage connecting the worlds of yin and yang.

Demonic fiends lie in wait everywhere, playing the role of executioners who slaughter all living things.

I’m just an ordinary wage earner.

One time, I happened to work overtime until eleven at night and boarded the last No. 13 bus.

The lights inside were dim, and the driver and passengers all wore blank expressions.

Apart from the sound of the bus traveling along the road,

the entire carriage was frighteningly quiet.

Suddenly, a man stood up

and shouted something about monsters.

What’s wrong with that guy?

I heard that mentally ill people can’t be prosecuted for hitting someone.

Can we get to the stop already? I want to go home!