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"..."
Chen Miao suddenly felt a chill down his spine and looked at the driver who was tilting his head toward him with a complex expression. Although the smile on the driver's face seemed well-meaning, it was extremely stiff and looked eerie.
It was as if someone had forcefully dragged the corners of their mouth upwards.
It was deeply unsettling.
Originally, Chen Miao had thought this driver had no spiritual wisdom, just a mechanical ghost programmed to carry out its tasks. Now, it seemed the driver did have its own thoughts; it just hadn't paid him any mind on the previous Hell Bus.
And the way it had turned its head toward him was very strange; there was no movement in its body, it still faced the steering wheel, only its head had stiffly turned ninety degrees to look at him.
"Heh heh."
Chen Miao squeezed out a tense laugh through clenched teeth, flattering, "You also drive very steadily."
"Mm-hm."