After the explosion, the bus, for no apparent reason, couldn't start.
Lin Siyin's gaze deepened as she looked towards Ma Jiang, who was organizing the students to enter the villa in the woods.
If all this was just a coincidence, it was too much of a coincidence.
"Master, the engine is broken."
At this moment, a young man holding a wrench, his face covered with black soot, came up to the bus driver and said.
"This is troublesome."
Taking out his cell phone to check for signal, the bus driver had a headache, "There's no signal coverage here, if we want to find a repair shop, we'll have to walk down the mountain."
Hearing this, Lin Siyin narrowed her eyes and asked the bus driver with a smile, "Master, are you going to go down the mountain later?"
"We definitely have to, what's up?"