"A person like me?"

The ticket seller laughed, but his smile was extremely resentful, "Do you know that a little monk, a person like me, now you want you to live, and you want you to die?"

"I think you want us to live."

Tang Luo said confidently.

"Little monk, he's very smart." said the ticket seller.

Tang Luo pointed to Lin Zi'ang's body: "When he died, the anger of the corpse-donor was not like a false act. Of course, this kind of anger was more like anger because of 'loss'."

"I'm a corpse-driver!"

The bus shook violently, and the driver cursed, "Damn bald donkey!"

"I have hair."

Tang Luo said, "How can it be considered a bald donkey?"

The origin of the word bald donkey was in some places, and monks traveling around all over the world loved to lead donkeys to beg for alms.

There are many monks who have defiled the reputation of monks and are idle and wise and seeking robbery. So when the local people see these evil monks holding donkeys, they shout from afar: "Run quickly, the bald donkey is here."

Over time, bald donkey becomes a derogatory title for monks.

Tang Luo has hair and no donkey, so he naturally cannot be considered a bald donkey.

Even when traveling west, it is stricter, at most it is called "bare dragon".

"We want you to live." The ticket seller knelt on the front seat and leaned over and said, "But you don't know that sometimes, living is more painful than dying."

"And, we want living people, and we also want corpses. Don't pick them with self-righteousness-"

"ha!"

The ticket seller didn't say anything, and her loud shout after sank into her dantian interrupted her.

Aunt Shufen never left her hand and successfully avoided the obstacles.

The perfect whistling fell on the ticket seller's face with the whistling sound of breaking through the air.

It's the kind of broom that specializes in sweeping the floor of your home.

It's not plastic, it's a whole piece of wood.

If you pull out your mane, it feels like a golf club.

The ticket seller let out a shrill scream.

The body fell backwards and fell into the aisle.

She covered her face with her right hand, and blood kept flowing out of her fingers.

Obviously, the injury was very serious.

"Hey!"

With one move, Aunt Shufen shouted softly again.

The broom stained with blood swept across and swung the three bodies standing in rows like baseball bats.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Three sounds of watermelon fragmented almost connected together.

All three corpses were shot by Aunt Shufen!

Wax head silver spear!

The sharp brake sounded and the car stopped suddenly.

The driver stood up and looked at the back with a look of surprise.

What's going on?

Someone dares to resist?

Don’t you know how to write the word “death” or “fear”?

"Ahhhh! Die for me!"

Before the driver could control the body, the ticket seller shouted shrillly.

The young man and the old lady who were originally sitting in the seat suddenly rose up and rushed towards Aunt Shufen with a completely unreasonable "agile" body.

In desperation, Aunt Shufen could only wave the broom in her hand randomly.

The top of the broom first hit the young man.

The moment his body touched the broom, it suddenly shriveled.

From a complete person to a skin!

A vivid human skin!

This human skin did not lose its "motivation" because of its shriveling, and directly wrapped the broom.

In an instant, the broom became a huge weight.

Aunt Shufen couldn't hold it, so she let it fall.

The old lady's body also shriveled and turned into a piece of skin covering Aunt Xiang Shufen.

Aunt Shufen, who was halfway through the station, had no place to dodge.

The human skin was fast, so I could only watch the strange face occupying all the sight.

A sticky, cold feeling covers the entire face.

It's like a snake tangling around its face.

"Ahhhhhh!"

It was a more shrill scream than just now.

The human skin that barely covered her face suddenly turned into a real dead object and slid off Aunt Shufen.

"Lingling..."

The crisp sound of bells rang out in the screams.

The driver who originally thought he would come to help was already squatting there, pressing his hand with a bell on the ticket seller's face.

There was a twisted smile on his face.

As the ticket seller struggled, the crisp sound of bells echoed.

A black breath rose from her head and the driver's hand.

What accompanied it was an almost suffocating odor.

Just after I smelled it, K and the other two lay on the side and started vomiting.

After a moment, the bell stopped.

The driver let go of his hand, and the ticket conductor slowly stood up with his upper body, then his lower body staring straight in front of him.

A piece of cheek was sunken, and there were no pupils in both eyes, all of them were white.

"Anyway, they're going to die." The driver said with a smile, "It's better to use the waste."

He shook the bell on his wrist.

The three headless bodies and the ticket conductor's bodies moved and lined up.

Open your hands and feet and divide the bus into two spaces.

"Stop making trouble for me, otherwise I wouldn't mind bringing back a few more bodies." The driver's voice came from the other side.

He could be seen from the gap back to his position and started the car.

Do your duty and responsibility, even if you die in the car or outside the car, you must drive to the terminal.

Tang Luo admires such free labor.

As for the others, they almost spit out all their bile.

The stench of the corpse did not dissipate, the three of them looked scary and they continued to vomit.

There is no extra effort to continue to do things.

The car continued to move forward with the sound of vomiting.

As they vomited, Aunt Shufen and Mi Ke suddenly felt that they were not that uncomfortable.

Even, I was dizzy just now, and the feeling of vomiting until my exhaustion slowly disappeared, and my strength returned to my body.

"It's okay?"

The two raised their bodies in surprise and saw K still lying there in great pain.
To be continued...