assistirfilmes Chapter 184 "Do you agree to the invitation?
Chapter 184 "Do you agree to the invitation?
"For Zhenba City, that day was lucky because Lord Miao just happened to be in their city,"
"For Lord Miao, that day was unlucky; before going there, she probably never imagined it would be the last day of her life,"
"The fixed event arrived too quickly,"
"By the time Lord Miao realized it, the event had already begun,"
"The whole Zhenba City fell into a communication blackout, and many people started praying for the city's inhabitants, although they knew there was almost no hope. This was the first descent of 'Sea of Human Suffering', fixed event number 11,"
"Before this, the event had never occurred,"
"People's understanding of this event was limited to its name and number, a designation not assigned by people, but inherent to it,"
"The difficulty of fixed event number 11 can be imagined,"
"In the end—"
Yuan Buping paused for a moment before turning his head towards the solemn crowd: "In less than a day, Zhenba City had reestablished contact, and the approximate death, injury, and missing persons count was 370,000,"
"A high number,"
"But for Zhenba City, which had been baptized by event number 11, it was already a very small number, and the fact that the city was not annihilated was a miracle,"
"It was then that people realized that at that time, Lord Miao could have escaped. After all, being the top-ranked person in the entire Federation, she had enough capability to not die so easily,"
"But... she knew that if she left, two to three million people in the city would die there,"
"But if she stayed, there might be a glimmer of hope,"
"So she stayed,"
"In the end, the city survived the event number 11 at the cost of 370,000 lives, but Lord Miao died in the incident. As Zhenba City restored communication, this news was quickly spread,"
"And a video that Lord Miao had accidentally left for her parents at the time of making her decision became her last words and was widely circulated,"
"To commemorate Lord Miao, people flocked to the cemeteries surrounding various cities to pay tribute to the hero who sacrificed herself for two to three million ordinary people,"
"..."
Chen Miao said nothing, only his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looked at the video Yuan Buping had sent him,
At the same time the video flashed with white light,
He saw a black screen, enveloping the entire city like an eggshell, turning the whole sky black, with not a single natural light source, all the city's lighting came from artificial sources,
On the rooftop of a high building,
A woman was facing the camera silently,
Yes,
A woman,
He hadn't expected the top-ranked Lord Miao of the Federation to be a woman, even though the name "Miao" sounded somewhat feminine, the word "Lord" had always made him assume Lord Miao was a man, possibly even something like the boss of the Black Society,
Not only was she a woman,
But she was also quite petite, about 155cm tall, with a pretty face dusted with a hint of grime, standing silently in the cold winter on the rooftop in a camisole dress, looking like a CG from a game,
"Dad,"
The woman suddenly spoke to the camera, her red lips parting slightly: "I've decided to stay. I'm a bit scared. Fixed event number 11, everything is unknown, I don't know what I will face,"
"But I know what will happen if I leave,"
However, he immediately informed Zhou Shen, asking him to bring people over. Zhou Shen also quickly grasped the seriousness of the issue, placing many flowers at the entrance of the cemetery so that people paying tribute afterward would place flowers at the entrance and would not enter it any further.
"Eternal Cemetery" was a public cemetery operated by society.
The majority of its graves were purchased by the government and contained unclaimed bodies that had been placed there, year-round unvisited, with no one to claim them—how could they be paid tribute to? Only a minority of chambers were sold to some citizens.
As for why the government would spend money on graves to house unclaimed bodies, that's not an easy thing to talk about.
There were actually better ways to deal with it, whether cremation or otherwise.
But... such procedures hardly generate much profit.
The shorter the process, the less the money.
...
"Miao."
At that time—
Zhou Shen came over, and seeing Chen Miao looking towards the citizens at the entrance of the cemetery, he was about to say something by way of explanation when Chen Miao waved his hand and shook his head: "I know, it's okay, you guys have handled this matter quite well."
But just as Chen Miao was about to say something more, he suddenly froze in place. A notification panel popped up before his eyes.
"Ding—"
"On November 24th, at 22:21, a Hell Bus with license plate Feng·GA182 originating from Fengtian City successfully collected tickets from all passengers on board."
"You have been detected as the best ticket seller in history."
"The next Hell Bus originating from Zhenba City is about to depart, and we wish to invite you as the ticket seller for this trip. In return, we will pay you a generous reward."
"The following is the list of passengers for this trip's Hell Bus—"
"Zhang Meiling, Zhou Wansheng, Lord Miao..."
"Do you accept the invitation?"
"..."
As soon as the notification panel popped open, Chen Miao unconsciously gaped; he saw a very familiar name in the passenger list—Lord Miao.
The very same Lord Miao who had just died.
He knew only certain people had the right to be passengers on the Hell Bus, those who had died but still harbored strong unresolved regrets. Only by helping them resolve their inner regrets could they proceed normally into reincarnation.
But what regret could Lord Miao have?
Generally speaking, most of the regrets he encountered were due to being murdered.
Reason told him that the difficulty of this Hell Bus must be very high. It's not every time that a Hell Bus has Supernaturals as passengers. Hell Buses indeed run on a fixed schedule.
But they depart several times a day.
In only a few special cases would Supernaturals board, and in most situations, the buses simply leave quietly, taking the souls of the city's wronged dead back.
But why was he invited this time?
He boldly guessed that if, in the absence of Supernaturals or a ticket seller, how would the bus collect tickets from its passengers, that is, resolve their inner regrets?
That they would invite him this time, there's a high chance they believed the bus lacked the confidence to resolve the regrets of the passengers on this trip.
He couldn't fathom the specific reason.
But he had an inkling that if he chose to reject the invitation, he might miss out on a lot, things of great importance to him. This was an intuition without any specific reason.