He cursed in his heart: "Fuck!"

K reached out and instinctively wanted to use the strong wind to cut, but the lifted hand did not have a light blue light.

Provoke (英英英)!

Let me curse you again.

K remembered that when he rushed out of the "ghost", he used his skills.

K was cut by the last task, and although he had been practicing, his skill was still level 1.

It's still cooling down now.

"Damn monk!"

If it weren't for this stinky monk, he would have appeared there so desperately.

How could he use his only combat skill at all?

"This donor, you seem to hate me very much?" Facing K's resentful gaze, Tang Luo did not give face at all and asked directly.

What's wrong with you, little brother?

Why are you glaring at me for nothing?

"I said, don't ask anyone to get on the bus!" The ticket seller turned to look at the driver and scolded sternly.

"Oh, isn't this... am I a little scared too?" The driver felt a little insincerely, "A few more people are a little popular."

"You have to be afraid and make money." The ticket seller snorted disdainfully and looked at Tang Luo and the others, "Tell you the truth, these three people are corpses. Do you understand the extra money we make money to pull the corpses? If you don't want to be driven out of the car, just shut up. Otherwise, you can just walk by yourself in this wilderness."

It looks fierce.

But K and the others felt relieved when they were in their throats.

K took a closer look at the three people.

It was discovered that they had feet, and there were thin ropes fixed to the chair.

The bus chairs are not pure plastic, with black cloth on the outside, and they feel a bit furry.

The thin rope is also black.

It was already late, it was raining outside, and the lights were not turned on in the car.

It is normal to block the sight and not notice the rope.

However, there are still many loopholes in this statement.

For example, why do corpses snore?

The ticket conductor stood up and took out a small recorder from under the seats near the three.

The snoring sound came from here.

"...It's really not easy to earn this little money for you!"

The ticket conductor looked at the old lady and the young man and said.

The young man lowered his head and refused to speak.

The old lady raised her head, showed a flattering smile, folded her hands and bowed.

He turned to Tang Luo and the others again, and reached out to gesture.

Probably a mute?

Did they bring the three bodies?

"You can get off now if you want to get off."

The ticket seller put his hands on his hips and his feet apart, like a compass.

Several people didn't speak.

I don't know if I'm thinking or not planning to get off the bus.

However, the driver did not give everyone a thorough analysis and weighed the pros and cons. He had already started the car and started the road again.

In the turbulent carriage, the body swayed left and right, but did not fall down due to the rope.

After finally experiencing the disrepaired road, the car became "smooth" again.

Although there will be big turns due to the complete mountain road, it will at least not shake up and down.

Lin Zi'ang's face turned pale, and he did not seem to have recovered from the shaking just now.

In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he became, the worse it was.

Although the ticket seller explained, he still had various doubts.

Why do we use buses to transport bodies?

Is there no hearse?

Even if you use a bus, put it in a coffin, cover it up slightly, and fix it on the roof, right?

Do you have to take the car to pretend to be a passenger?

The reason why Tang Luo and the others got on the bus was barely understandable.

It was what the driver said - because he was also worried, wanting more people and more popularity?

When my mind was hot, I wanted to make money, but later I became more and more scared when I thought about it, so I asked Tang Luo and the others to get in the car.

At least it is a normal situation.

But except for this, everything else is weird.

"Get out! I'm going to get out!"

Lin Zi'ang shouted.

Go to his mother's mission, and you won't die if you don't complete it once. He will get off now!

"It's raining heavily, it's dark, what kind of car should I get off?"

The driver's voice came from the front, "I'll take you to the terminal and get off."

Not only did he not stop, but on the contrary, everyone could feel that the originally tepid speed of the car suddenly started to speed up.

Lin Zi'ang suddenly pushed open the window next to him, and cold wind and rain poured in.

He couldn't control anything, and he threw himself into the narrow car window.

Unfortunately, Lin Zi'ang obviously does not have the ability to jump through the window like a circle, rolling through the ground successfully.

I don't know where I tripped.

Lin Zi'ang's body was like a green onion planted in the back, two-thirds were hung outside the car, and one-third was inside the car.

His face slapped hard on the body of the car, and his legs were kicking around desperately.

With the sound of the fabric "sharp" tearing.

Lin Zi'ang slid and successfully got out of the car.

However, he got off the car in the right posture.

After your hands touch the ground, your head will be immediately turned to.

The power of the fall and the inertia of the car made Lin Zi'ang's neck break directly.

His face was completely against his shoulders.

"I'm crazy!"

The driver cursed and stepped on the brakes.

He opened the window and looked back, and saw the human body not far behind the car.

After a few twitches, the movement was lost.

"ill!"

The driver cursed again, opened the car door and jumped down.

After a while, he carried Lin Zi'ang's body back into the car and threw it heavily in the aisle.

Everyone was silent.

Aunt Shufen and Mi Ke both turned their heads and did not look at the corpse to avoid spitting it out by themselves.

The driver stared at them, his hypocritical smile completely restrained.

The ticket seller also stood beside him and looked at Tang Luo and the others.

Unlike the driver, she is laughing now.

"You're too greedy."

In a silent atmosphere, the ticket seller said.

"...Don't let it go if you bump into me." The driver said, "If God doesn't take it, he will be blamed."
To be continued...