Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

"Rule one mustn't be fake; otherwise, the following rules would be meaningless."

"Rule two mentions the time the ticket inspector will arrive, and this must also be true. This recruitment might take a long time or maybe not."

"Rule three, I'm not sure. If there's only one person per bed... then according to rule five, no one should get out of bed during sleeping hours. If you see something getting out of bed, please do not make eye contact with it. That seems contradictory... Could rule three be fake?"

Zhou Baiyu squinted his eyes, pondering.

"No... no, that's not right. In this message, the way Attendant Number Two uses words is a bit off. If you see something getting out of bed..."

"He didn't say someone got out of bed, but something got out of bed..."

"That means these two messages aren't contradictory. There's only one person per bed... but that's just for people."

"Fuck!"

Zhou Baiyu scared himself.

The aura of a funeral, one person per bed, something might get out of bed...

Does that mean, there's something currently on the bed?

Either on the beds of these workers or... on his own and Huang Miu's bed!

Zhou Baiyu held his breath, suddenly too scared to move.

His neck stiffened considerably, truly afraid that he would see a hideous face if he turned his head.

Zhou Baiyu, whose courage was significant enough to face fate even after witnessing love swaying in the wind... of course, wouldn't be frightened by the horror before him.

But the problem was, Huang Miu was also slowly catching on.

"Motherfucker... I'm about to piss myself... Damn, the scarcest resource in the apocalypse is diapers!"

Huang Miu was also pondering these rules, and although not as intellectually gifted as Zhou Baiyu... his intuition was even more absurdly off the charts...

And in such a supernatural train, sometimes being too timorous and knowing too much is not a good thing.

Huang Miu's bed began to shake.

"Hold on, Huang Miu."

This was really a no-man's land; at this moment, Zhou Baiyu couldn't touch Huang Miu or perform any anomalous actions...

He had to protect Huang Miu, facing any monstrous creature didn't matter, but he dreaded situations that required Huang Miu to be brave and think.

Fortunately, possessing a savior's trait, Huang Miu also has an enormous characteristic—audaciously yellow to the point of absurdity.

Huang Miu's fear was intense, almost scaring him to wet his pants, but at that moment... Huang Miu's self-defense mechanism kicked in.

"My god... this is too scary, help me..."

"Wait, what if it's a female ghost?"

"I heard the female ghosts before the apocalypse were quite beautiful."

"They wear all white and have long hair, definitely scary... But if she wears a bikini and ties twin ponytails, that also has its appeal."

Huang Miu's bed was still shaking.

But it had shifted from shaking with fear to shaking with a different kind of thrill.

If Zhou Baiyu knew what Huang Miu was thinking at this moment... he would definitely think, you really are a talent, you really should go to the next supernatural category.

Anyway, in the process of dissecting the rules and feeling increasingly terrified... Zhou Baiyu, with his robust courage, and Huang Miu, with his audacity, both managed to stabilize their emotions temporarily.

Zhou Baiyu gradually realized...

The shaking of Huang Miu's bed had a rhythmic sense. Considering an outrageous possibility, Zhou Baiyu stopped paying attention to him and continued to watch the card game in the middle of the car while speculating on the rules.

Though no one was playing cards, cards would still automatically appear on the table.

Then, Zhou Baiyu saw a king played...

He cursed under his breath, "Shit," which meant that this round had to end before there was any hope of waiting for a king bomb.

"Rule seven, there are thirty seconds of possible brief communication when someone plays a king bomb in the card game."

"This rule is real, otherwise rule nine would lose its meaning."

Rule nine indicates that besides a king bomb, other combinations of cards could bring some convenience to the passengers.

But these have to be figured out by the passengers themselves.

"Many rules are interlinked, but two rules stand alone—rule eight, rule ten."

"Rule eight, passenger identity privileges can be used to open the window and issue an invitation to 'existing' entities outside."

"Rule ten, the food will make chirping noises."

Zhou Baiyu touched his chin and pondered briefly. He realized it was not yet time.

"That 'thing' on my bed could very well get off the bed at any moment, and the rule warns not to make eye contact with it."

"So if I turn over to check out the window to confirm rule eight, I'm very likely to make eye contact."

"I can't exactly look at the window with my eyes closed, can I?"

"So now is not the time to verify that."

"However, this rule, at least, does not greatly affect me…"

"At this stage I'm not hungry, and it's time to sleep, so I don't need to think about eating."

"Therefore, the safest thing for Huang Miu right now is to close his eyes and sleep quietly."

Thinking this, Zhou Baiyu made a pause gesture, then brought his hands together near his temples, mimicking a sleeping gesture.

At this moment, Zhou Baiyu and Huang Miu suddenly realized the necessity of learning sign language.

Fortunately, these two gestures are easy to understand.

Huang Miu made a gesture with his left hand as if gripping something round, while his right hand moved up and down in the center of the imaginary object, imitating a guiding motion.

Although Zhou Baiyu indeed understood, it didn't lessen his profound shock.

You really are a talent, maintaining focus on your initial resolve in such a horrifying atmosphere, and steadfast against gambling and drugs.

It seemed that the rhythmic sway he noticed earlier was indeed as he had thought.

Zhou Baiyu had to admit, the fact that Huang Miu had survived until now in this apocalypse was probably due to some uniqueness of his own.

His heart was as big as Zhou Baiyu's.

However, shortly, about two to three minutes later, Huang Miu couldn't go on. He only felt a numbness in his back and a chill down his spine.

The bed began to shake irregularly.

Zhou Baiyu witnessed a terrifying scene: a pitch-black figure seemed to emerge slowly from behind Huang Miu, like a soul.

Zhou Baiyu covered his mouth; this gesture signaled to Huang Miu that he absolutely should not make a sound now.

The "thing" behind Huang Miu was entirely black, but it had a pair of eyes.

Zhou Baiyu abruptly closed his eyes. Seeing Zhou Baiyu close his eyes, Huang Miu did the same.

Yet Huang Miu could feel a "nose", dog-like, constantly sniffing his face.

The oppressive sensation made him want to scream, but he did not betray Zhou Baiyu in the end.

He clenched his teeth, remaining silent.

You can't talk while sleeping.

This was the rule, and Huang Miu believed it to be true, his intuition even more absurd than Zhou Baiyu's.

He knew very well that once he spoke, the life of eating hot pot and touching waves would be over, and he might be immediately annihilated.

"Mikami Yuua and others..."

In numerous critical moments, Huang Miu had survived by silently reciting this 'scripture,' and he did the same now.

As the faces of various teachers flashed through his mind, Huang Miu gradually calmed down.

His soft spirit once again hardened.

Time passed, and the presence slowly moved away from Huang Miu. Huang Miu heard the rustling sound of getting out of bed.

But he still dared not open his eyes.

This was the most terrifying. Even though the teachers had given him strength, fear made him feel that as soon as he opened his eyes, he would see something he shouldn't and then die.

Keeping his eyes closed seemed correct.

But for some reason, as soon as he closed his eyes, that feeling of fear never subsided.

In Huang Miu's mind, the teachers' faces began to twist.

Huang Miu suddenly thought that maybe he could sleep with his eyes open; this rule could be for his own protection…

Because closing his eyes might cause something to affect his sanity.

But the "filthy thing's" presence hadn't moved far from Huang Miu, who dared not open his eyes... what should he do?

Just as Huang Miu's anxiety grew while keeping his eyes closed,

Zhou Baiyu suddenly spoke:

"Huang Miu, open your eyes!"