Chapter 79: Him Not Opening the Door Was Him Sparing Your Lives!
When the screen showing Mitarai Saburō went dark, all the viewers in Sakura Country were frozen in shock.
This time, Mitarai Saburō’s performance had been nothing short of a rollercoaster.
Every time he teetered on the edge of death, he managed to pull off a miraculous reversal.
The hearts of Sakura Country’s audience had been hanging by a thread the entire time.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say they were on pins and needles.
And yet, just when he was on the verge of completing the mission, he ended up as the sole victim?
If only there had been a couple more tourists with him, things might have turned out differently.
Last time, the chosen one from Han Country had brought about his own demise, and this time, Sakura Country’s chosen one had outsmarted himself.
Both deaths could have been avoided, but one wrong move led to total defeat.
You could even say they achieved a special kind of death that most chosen ones would struggle to replicate.
With this, the number of chosen ones dropped by one—now only 27 remained. Meanwhile, Sakura Country had now suffered eight consecutive losses, putting them at the top of the losing streak leaderboard.
Those who had immigrated to Sakura Country were starting to panic.
With Sakura Country’s instance concluded, the horror scenario descended upon them.
However, the instances in other countries were still ongoing.
Back on the bus, the chosen ones didn’t dare let their guard down. Even if they allowed themselves a moment of relaxation, they quickly snapped back to high alert.
After all, none of them were new to watching clearance replays of horror scenarios—plenty had died right at the finish line.
Often, the most relaxed moments were precisely when danger crept in unnoticed.
The chosen ones instructed the bus driver to turn around. Only by returning to the departure station would everything truly be over and the mission officially concluded.
If they had properly understood the tour guide’s role, they’d know that their task wouldn’t be complete until the tourists disembarked, marking the end of this guided journey.
There was still one rule that hadn’t been triggered yet:
Bus Rule 10: If you notice the driver deviating from the route, remind him immediately—your life depends on it.
No one wanted to mess up at this point.
Since the return trip held little danger, they remained vigilant.
They seated the more cooperative ghost tourists nearby—though still keeping some distance.
As long as they were back on the bus, the little assistant remained a trustworthy ally.
The chosen ones kept their eyes glued to the driver’s steering wheel and the road ahead.
Given how drowsy the driver looked, they were half-convinced he might steer them straight into a ditch.
Jones couldn’t wrap his head around it—how is this guy still sleepy after all the napping he’s done?
But he kept that thought to himself.
After all, once on the bus, this was the driver’s domain—only he could navigate through the fog.
As for Zhang Yangqing? If the driver knew what was good for him, he’d better drive properly.
Thankfully, under the chosen ones’ watchful eyes, the bus driver stuck to the original route.
Outside, the world was pitch black, with only the bus’s headlights cutting through the darkness.
After driving for what felt like ages, a toll station came into view.
Outside the station, aside from a few waiting vehicles, there were about seven or eight people.
The moment the bus stopped to queue for the toll, those people started knocking on the windows.
“Hey, open up! We’re tourists—our bus broke down, and we can’t get back. Can you give us a ride? The other buses up ahead are full.”
Hearing this, more than a few chosen ones were tempted.
After all, the more tourists they had at the mission’s conclusion, the greater the rewards.
Picking up extra passengers along the way? That sounded like easy gains.
But temptation aside, none of the chosen ones who’d made it this far were fools.
They were all sharp-minded and ruthless individuals.
A chilling hypothesis crossed their minds:
What if these people weren’t citizens at all, but ingredients—enhanced by the night?
What if they’d devoured the citizens who’d failed in their hunt and were now disguising themselves, waiting to ambush passing vehicles?
There were seven or eight of them, and nighttime ingredients were notoriously strong.
Who’s to say they wouldn’t slaughter everyone on board the moment they passed the toll?
Or maybe they just wanted to sneak into the city.
Regardless of whether they posed a direct threat, the chosen ones weren’t taking any chances.
Risking their lives for a few extra rewards? Not worth it.
So none of them planned to open the door—and they made sure the driver didn’t either.
Once they passed the toll station, everything would be fine.
After all, the station was protected by thick fog and powerful staff—no way those ingredients could get in.
The chosen ones figured the only one reckless enough to open the door was probably that guy from Dragon Country.
But the audience knew better—Zhang Yangqing’s bus didn’t have many seats left, so he wouldn’t bother.
Once again, the audience was wrong.
Zhang Yangqing actually opened the door.
Here’s what happened:
From the start, Zhang Yangqing could tell these weren’t tourists—and even if they were, he couldn’t be bothered.
But as the bus inched forward, the exposed ingredients started hurling insults at the chosen ones.
Most would’ve ignored it or swallowed their pride.
But Zhang Yangqing?
How dare these nobodies curse at him?
His temper flared instantly.
He ordered the driver to stop and open the door.
Then he stepped out and unleashed a Lightning Palm.
Like divine thunder descending from the heavens, the blast shook the earth.
For a brief moment, the entire area was illuminated.
Hidden in the surrounding darkness were even more creatures lying in wait.
Their eyes glowed ominously under the lightning’s glare.
But even they seemed terrified—none dared approach.
To them, the man wielding lightning was far more frightening.
And just like that, the toll station’s entrance was littered with a few more corpses—those of fools who’d asked for death.
The world was finally peaceful again.
The tourists on the bus could only sigh.
What were they thinking, provoking this guy? Did they have a death wish?
If he hadn’t opened the door, it would’ve been mercy. Once he does, do you really think you’re walking away alive?
Have you not seen how we’ve been sitting here, not even daring to breathe too loudly?
Even the toll station staff seemed startled by the familiar thunderclap.
It was as if it had awakened a memory they’d rather forget.
The red-uniformed workers quickly waved Zhang Yangqing’s bus through.
Even if the white-uniformed ones wanted revenge, the red ones stopped them.
“You might be unkillable, but you’re not hurting him either. Besides, he didn’t break any rules here. Just let it go.”
This time, the toll station didn’t hassle the chosen ones—no blood draws, no difficult things.
Maybe the blood test only triggered when leaving.
After a quick refuel at a gas station, the bus continued its journey.
Finally, the sight of the station’s signboard came into view—marking the end of this horror scenario.
Zhang Yangqing stood up and addressed the passengers:
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at the final stop of this tour. Please ensure you’ve collected all your belongings and left nothing behind on the bus. Until next time—farewell!”
The bus erupted in applause and cheers.
This had been the most comfortable trip the tourists had ever experienced.
Every single one of them expressed their heartfelt gratitude to Zhang Yangqing.
If they could leave a review, they’d give him a perfect five stars without hesitation.
Not only had they survived unscathed, but some had even gained enhancements.
How could they not give full marks? It’d be unjust!
As the tourists disembarked, a bright light flashed.
Zhang Yangqing found himself back on Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Before him stood a gentle, scholarly man, holding a freshly prepared meal.
