Please, It's A Scary World

While talking, the old man stared at Fang Ming with those white eyes.

There was a sudden tumbling in the little boy's schoolbag, as if something alive was about to rush out.

The blood dripped faster and flowed down with a clatter.

In the blink of an eye, a pool of blood was formed under the feet of the grandfather and grandson.

"Grandpa, what do you mean by the collision of happiness and mourning? The combination of sorrow and joy."

The little boy's eyes were covered by the old man, so he couldn't see anything, but the moment he opened his mouth, Fang Ming was a little surprised, because the corner of the child's mouth stretched directly to the ears, and there were pitch-black fangs inside, which looked extremely terrifying.

Such a scary child looks much more fierce than the zombies in the movie.

"Happiness and mourning collide. Naturally, happiness and mourning meet together. Mourning comes from the east, and happiness comes from the west. It's just such a road. Who should give way on both sides?"

The old man said something gloomy, and there was a crack in the palm covering the little boy's eyes.

The little boy's eyes immediately emerged from the gap.

Unlike the old man, the little boy's eyes emitted a faint green light, like a hungry wolf that hasn't eaten for a long time.

Hearing the old man's question, the little boy's strange mouth opened.

He said gloomily: "Of course it's a happy event rather than a funeral. The teacher said that the dead are the greatest."

The funeral procession stopped.

All the paper figurines turned their heads.

The paper figurines who opened the way shouted together: "The yin god borrows the way, and the evil ghost avoids it!"

Obviously, the taboo paper man was warning them.

But the old man seemed to be unaware, still staring straight at Fang Ming and said: "It's wrong, it's wrong, it's good for the dead to be big, but on the day of great joy, naturally the god of joy descends from the sky, and the god of darkness turns away Yi."

As soon as these words came out, the taboo paper figurine in the blood coffin let out a low growl.

In the funeral procession, the gong and the paper figurine sounded "Dang", which seemed to be the prelude to murderous intent.

In the sound of suona, the sky was full of paper flying.

Seeing that these paper figurines were about to pounce on the grandpa and grandson, Fang Ming patted the blood coffin solemnly.

"My friend, stop first."

The paper figurines all over the sky suddenly paused.

Fang Ming: "Wait a minute, my friends, and listen to what they have to say."

Although the taboo paper man was a little angry, he still didn't do anything when he heard what Fang Ming said.

The old man chuckled, and a black spot suddenly appeared in his white eyes.

This black spot is extremely small, far less than the size of the eyeball.

The black dots wandered in the whites of the old man's eyes, which looked very strange.

But even so, Fang Ming felt that the old man had become a lot more normal, at least compared to the pure whites of his eyes.

"Grandpa, do you mean to have a group?"

The little boy directly pushed away the old man's hand this time, raised his head and asked.

At this moment, the pool of blood under their feet had already covered the entire bus platform.

The blood seemed to be boiling, and Gududu kept blowing air to wash away

In Fang Ming's eyes, he saw the information panels of the old man and the little boy.

[Old man, name unknown, age 82 before death, level 44I

【Experience: I used to come here every day when I was alive to wait for my grandson to come back from school by car. Day and night, one stop every day is one or two hours. Finally one day, while waiting for my grandson to come back

Insufficient blood supply to the brain, he fell headlong from the platform. He was not dead at the time, but no one on the platform stepped forward to take him to the hospital, which delayed the best time for treatment. Before he died, he was still thinking about his grandson's life. Did not come back safely]

[Features: It is integrated with the bus platform. Because I regret not being able to see my grandson for the last time, I blame myself for not predicting the future, so I can see what will happen in the next hour when I stand here after my death. 】

But that child is not his grandson.

【Child, name unknown, age 12 before death, level 24】

[Experience: I caught a kitten at school and brought it back secretly after school. After getting off the bus, I didn’t know that the kitten jumped out of the schoolbag suddenly. The little boy chased after it subconsciously. There was a car that ran a red light, and directly knocked him and his cat into the air seven or eight times

[Characteristics: Before death, it happened to be not much different from the old man's death time, and temporarily became the grandson of the old man who relieved his thoughts after death, with the keenness and hearing of a cat. 】

After reading the information panels of these two people, Fang Ming knew that these two people should have no malicious intentions.

Moreover, the level of the two of them is not high, and they would not do such stupid things as provoking taboos.

Because of the old man's ability to predict the next hour near the platform, Fang Ming felt that the old man had something to tell him.

Sure enough, seeing Fang Ming stop the taboo paper figurine and hearing the little boy's questioning, the old man stretched out his hand to cover his eyes again.

"Wrong, wrong again."

"The god of joy descends from heaven, and the god of yin evades Yi.

"That's not the word of the Yin God, why do you want to Biyi?"

"And when is this, I don't know which day is which day. Even if it is a happy event, it may not be a day of great joy. Where does the god of joy come from?"

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The little boy was puzzled: "Then what should I do? Don't you have to dodge? Collide together?"

The old man shook his head: "At a young age, I don't have a good mentality. I think carefully. Red and white can be separated. If I were me, I would wait for the bus to come and take the bus. If red and white things meet, nothing good will happen. How convenient the bus is now, the society has really changed. Well, we have never seen such a big guy who can pull so many people, and it only costs one yuan.

At a young age, the mentality is bad, thoughtful, red and white can be separated.

wrong!

Fang Ming's eyes widened suddenly.

This is a hidden sentence.

The old man said, watch out for Crimson!

Only then did Fang Ming remember the crimson he had seen in the world of murderous consciousness before.

That indescribable existence.

Could it be that the happy event the old man mentioned has something to do with Crimson?

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Is it the weirdness of Crimson's subordinates?

Fang Ming wanted to ask the old man to understand, but at this moment.

The little boy suddenly yelled: "Ah, grandpa, the bus is coming. I heard it is a No. 4 bus. It seems that there is another group of people coming from the west with drums and gongs. The sound is very loud. It is Grandpa who said happy event?"

The next moment, there was a "beep" sound, Fang Ming turned around and saw a brand new bus coming from behind, with No. 14 written on the top of the window.

Fang Ming's gaze narrowed slightly.

The little boy has the keenness and hearing of a cat.

He heard the sound of the bus coming, so the beating of gongs and drums he mentioned was a happy event that the old man said?

Is this happy event related to Crimson?

The old man must have seen what was about to happen nearby, and this event should be detrimental to Fang Ming.

That's why the old man spoke and kept staring at him.

Fang Ming immediately figured out the key.

Sure enough, upon hearing the little boy's question, the old man stared straight at Fang Ming and said, "That's right, we won't get on the bus today. We're here to watch the happy event, and maybe we can get a wedding candy. But the bus The car will start immediately, and it will be too late if we don't get up.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Fang Ming also heard the sound of blowing and beating coming from a distance.

A deep red gradually became clear from the distant horizon.

Fang Ming's heart shuddered, and he quickly slapped the lid of the blood coffin: "Friend, get everyone in the car! Hurry up!"

(PS: The Dragon Boat Festival is almost over recently, everyone is so enthusiastic, they always want to come to my house to give gifts, and some people want to come to give me a massage... I am a little embarrassed... Chuan).