Jinan Railway Station.

Next to the bus stop sign.

Among the bustling crowds.

A slightly fat old man with gray hair was wearing plain gray clothes and was carrying a very old but not damaged burlap bag, and was greeting the pedestrians around him.

It was hot summer, but no one noticed that there was no drop of sweat on his forehead, and no one even cared about his silly smile and his neat and white teeth.

It's so out of place with his dress.

"squeak--"

Accompanied by a harsh sound of brakes, a brand new No. 5 bus stopped outside the stop sign.

"Dingdong. The terminal station has arrived. Passengers who get off the bus should bring their luggage and get off through the back door."

The sound of the station ended, and the car door opened. A middle-aged woman with a bloated figure and tried her best to dress up in fashion took the lead and happened to break a bottle cap of a mineral water, making a crisp sound.

Yang Yuhan followed closely and bypassed the middle-aged lady and a young man with short hair and a straight suit. He came to the stop sign to confirm whether bus No. 78 passed here.

He had just found the slightly fat old man who had been greeting passers-by before suddenly came over and called to him in a low voice: "Young man, young man, are you asking you something?"

Yang Yuhan turned his head and looked at him, and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

The old man smiled silly, stretched out his right hand's middle-food fingers and clamped them slightly a few times: "Is there any cigarette?" The nails were very clean.

Yang Yuhan smiled and took out a box of Xuanhe door from his pocket. He was about to draw one for the old man, but the old man smiled even more silly and asked tentatively: "Hehehe, can you... give me all this box?"

Yang Yuhan was stunned, then smiled helplessly, and then handed him the whole box.

The old man hurriedly took it, but he threw it into the sack without even opening it: "Don't leave now." Then, he lowered his head and mysteriously picked up a small bag the size of a palm from the sack, like a secret treasure, black, with some complex golden runes embroidered on it, which was very strange.

And judging from its newness and oldness, it seems to be a while.

"Here, young man, I'll give you this." The old man said.

Yang Yuhan reached out to catch it, very lightly, and then he looked over and over again: "What is this?" As he said that, he wanted to open it and see what was going on.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he put his hand on the rope of the tip, the old man suddenly pulled him and said, "No, it can't be opened now." As he spoke, he looked around for a while, then approached him and lowered his voice, "This is a good thing. You have to wait until you have no choice but to open it, and it can save your life."

Seeing that he was so careful and even a little funny, Yang Yuhan became a little playful for a moment, so he deliberately imitated the appearance of a spy on TV. While secretly putting the tips into his pocket, he replied seriously: "Okay, thank you."

"Why are you polite? You are just a polite exchange." The old man smiled silly, then turned around and walked back to the corner of the hotel steps, and continued to greet passers-by: "Miss, do you have cigarettes?"

Yang Yuhan was amused and laughed, thinking that this old man might be confused.

Since he had given his cigarettes to someone, he wanted to buy another pack, but at this moment, another bus stopped behind him.

Yang Yuhan turned around and found that it was No. 78, so he had to get in the car first, stuffed two yuan, and found a seat to sit down.

Since this is exactly the terminal of No. 78 bus, most of the passengers who took the bus got off the bus, which was a little empty.

But six or seven people followed behind him, including the young man in a well-inspired suit just beside him.

While putting on the headphones, Yang Yuhan turned on "Daily Cool Run" on his phone, while watching the man sitting across the aisle.

"While the vehicle is starting, please stand firmly and arrive at the station ahead, and wait for the second and second latitudes."

The sound of reporting the station sounded again, and the car slowly started.

Yang Yuhan was so shaken that he looked left. The man happened to look at him, so he smiled politely.

"Did you just come to Jinan?" the man asked.

"Ah?" Yang Yuhan was about to turn around, but when he heard the man calling him, he hurriedly turned off the screen of his phone, took off his headphones and asked, "What did you say?"

The man patiently repeated: "Did you just come to Jinan?"

Yang Yuhan nodded and replied, "Yeah, I just came here."

The man nodded, and saw that he was not talking much, so he smiled and turned around.

Yang Yuhan asked again: "Where are you? What are you doing?" Seeing his outfit, Yang Yuhan was a little curious.

The man replied: "I'll go meet a customer and talk about an advertising business." He sounded a little excited and nervous.

Yang Yuhan suddenly realized: "Oh, I wish you success."

The young man smiled and said, "Thank you for your good words."

Yang Yuhan responded with a smile, and then the two of them went to work on their own.

...

Car.

Still driving slowly.

Suddenly, Yang Yuhan remembered that the old man's gift was still in his pocket, so he looked around and took it out quietly, hid it on his right leg and looked at it carefully.

The fabric is extremely silky, but the golden thread that forms the runes is a bit thorny, and the rope is also golden. There is a columnar stone similar to agate at the front, which seems to be worth a little money.

...

What is installed here?

Yang Yuhan hesitated for a while and decided to open it now. However, at this moment, the secret bag suddenly stirred up, and Deng was startled him.

"Bang."

The tip was thrown to the ground by him, and then rolled to the bottom of the front seat. Yang Yuhan hurriedly bowed to search, but found that there was nothing below!

Where did you go?!

While thinking, he glanced to the left. Suddenly, Yang Yuhan felt a very small thing quickly climbing over his right ankle, and climbing all the way to the pocket on the right side of his clothes with thunder.

Yang Yuhan was shocked and immediately jumped from his seat: What's the point?!

...

It was obvious that his actions also alarmed the other passengers in the car, and they all looked at him in surprise.

Seeing this, Yuhan had to smile at everyone awkwardly: "It's okay, it's okay. I just accidentally put my hands together."

After hearing this, everyone couldn't continue to look at him and went back to do their own things.

Yang Yuhan looked around for a moment, then sat in his seat again. After a while, he poked the outside of his pocket lightly.

...

There was no movement.

So he touched the thing through his clothes again - looking at the feel... it seemed like the black tip that he had just thrown out.

There is no little mouse here, right?

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but shivered. The one he feared the most in his life was the mouse.

But it shouldn't be that, this mouse wouldn't be so obedient. Could it be... Not only are there mutants like me appearing in the world, but there are also gods?

A picture of the slightly fat old man appeared in Yang Yuhan's mind again - gray and sparse hair, dark and wrinkled skin, a simple and always smiling face, and an old hemp bag, which seemed to have a little bit of fairy-like appearance...

If he is really a god, what treasure is he giving me?

"Jing Erwei Er arrived. Passengers who get off the bus should bring their luggage and get off the bus from the back door. Please walk on the crosswalk to pay attention to traffic safety."

The sound of the station suddenly interrupted his thoughts. Yang Yuhan looked forward and saw another person getting on the bus, and soon all fell off.

I don’t know which nerve was wrong, but Yang Yuhan suddenly had a sudden idea and took out the treasure bag from his pocket. Then he imitated the posture of the Silver Snake King in "Journey to the West". While holding the treasure bag, he muttered in a low voice: "I call you... Do you dare to agree?"

...

"Mentally." A girl had just sat down in front of him when she heard Yang Yuhan talking to herself behind her. She was a little scared and left a mutter and went to change her seat.

"What are you doing?" The young man next to him also felt that Yang Yuhan was very strange, so he asked him, who looked embarrassed at this moment.

Yang Yuhan explained: "It's okay, I'll entertain myself..."

"Bang!!!"

The car suddenly stopped and made a loud noise, but it gave people the feeling that it was not like an ordinary car accident, but it seemed like it was hit on a very hard wall.

Fortunately, the bus has just started and the speed is not too fast, but even so, the huge inertia has almost knocked Yang Yuhan over the seat.

...

"Hiss..." Yang Yuhan calmed down a little, endured the pain, and lifted his body slightly on the back of the front seat. Only then did he see that the passengers in the car were already tilted, and outside the car was a terrifying scene of a turbulent and weird look.

this……

He slowly moved out of his seat and limped forward.

What's the situation?

At first glance, he thought there was only a problem with the front block of the bus, but when he looked carefully, he found that it was the same outside the bus, just like the air outside the bus turned into a piece of glass, and then many cracks of varying lengths were knocked out.

"What's going on..."

Everyone discussed it in a verbal conversation, their tone filled with surprise and fear.

On the periphery of the bus, there were also cars and passers-by. The traffic was paralyzed for a while, and the drivers who were unknown in the distance were yelling the flute in anger.

"Give it a little, let it a little."
To be continued...