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The car door slowly opened.

But Lin Xuan didn't get out of the car and kept staring closely into the pavilion.

There were not many people in the pavilion, just a few of them, all looking nervously and anxiously at the bus.

Some passengers got off the bus and walked into the booth, seemingly looking for something.

Most of them took a quick look and came away disappointed.

Only one or two remained in the pavilion, seemingly crying with the figures inside.

Lin Xuan stared for a long time, but it seemed that he could not find the figure he was looking for, and his expectant expression slowly turned into disappointment and loneliness.

His face turned pale, and he looked back slumped.

Three words are engraved on the pavilion.

Wangxiangtai.

"One day without food from the human world, two days to cross the Yin and Yang Realm, three days to reach the Wangxiang Terrace, where I can see my relatives crying and mourning."

I understood Lin Xuan’s purpose of taking a huge risk, stepping onto this hearse, and entering another world.

For a young man to make such a courageous decision, it shows that that person must be very important to him.

pity

I could understand Lin Xuan's mood at the moment, sighed, and patted his shoulder gently.

Lin Xuan bit his lip and said nothing, maybe he was speechless.

I didn't know how to comfort him, so I could only sit with him silently.

The time is almost up.

Lin Xuan raised his head reluctantly and looked out the window again.

In the pavilion, the passengers said goodbye to the person they wanted to see. Even though they were reluctant to leave, they could only release their hands and return to the car.

time up.

The car door slowly closed.

With great disappointment, Lin Xuan pushed the window weakly.

At this moment, an old man with a cane slowly walked to the edge of the pavilion and waved to the bus.

Lin Xuan's body trembled violently and he pushed the window open with all his strength.

"grandfather!"

His head stuck out of the window and he shouted hoarsely.

The bus drove forward slowly.

The old man had a kind smile on his face and waved gently to Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan desperately stretched out his hand outside the window, but the old man's figure continued to get further and further away until he disappeared.

The window closed again.

Lin Xuan finally couldn't help it, covered his face and cried silently.

I patted his back.

Just for this quick glance, the young man embarked on this dangerous journey. In the adult world that cares about gains and losses, this glance is insignificant.

The bus is moving slowly in the gray world, as if it has been traveling for tens of thousands of years. The boy's story may be a drop in the ocean on this bus.

But for him, it was enough.

Wiping away his tears, the young man slowly calmed down, and the loneliness and gloominess in his eyes were replaced by brightness and determination.

The pale face finally had some life.

I am sincerely happy for him and admire his courage.

"There are two more stops, which is the terminal." Lin Xuan said softly, "This journey is about to end."

"I hope it goes so smoothly." But I didn't dare to be happy too early.

"Don't worry, I know how to leave this world when we get to the station." Lin Xuan comforted.

"Actually, I'm not worried about this right now." I shook my head and before I could continue, I suddenly smelled a damp smell on the tip of my nose.

Frowning, I noticed that the passenger sitting behind me had changed.

The wet woman, holding the wet little boy, showed a pale face and looked at me blankly.

"I'm looking for him, have you seen him?" The mouth full of cracks opened, and the indistinct voice flowed out along with the sewage.

"What?" I looked at the woman warily, wondering why she suddenly came to me.

"I'm looking for him, have you seen him?" the woman repeated.

"who?"

"he."

The woman's words were simply incomprehensible.

"I don't know." I don't want to get involved with her. If the mother and son want to cause trouble again, I will consider telling the conductor this time.

"Tell me, where is he? The child misses him!" The woman said to herself, staring at me with her white eyes, and more sewage flowed out of her mouth.

The unpleasant smell spreads.

"Brother Feng, what's wrong with her?" Lin Xuan asked, covering his nose.

"I don't know either." I raised my hand, ready to call the conductor, but what the woman said next made me stop immediately.

"He takes this bus home every day, but I know the person who comes back is not him. He is left on the bus."

The woman tilted her head, looking very nervous.

My eyes are complicated. Are their mother and son the mystery of this live broadcast?

"Brother Feng, the memory of the undead is incomplete, and what she says is incomprehensible, but she will retain her obsessions during her lifetime. She may be looking for someone before she dies."

Lin Xuan was thoughtful.

"Probably, who is she looking for?" I glanced at the wet little boy and quickly guessed it.

The father of a little boy, the husband of a woman.

"Only you are the same as him. Have you seen him?" The woman tilted her head and repeated the previous question, her white eyes dull.

The little boy stared at me too.

The weird look makes people's hearts tingle.

"Why do you say we are the same as him?" I looked at Lin Xuan doubtfully.

"I don't know either. Her memory is incomplete, just like a normal person's mental disorder. Maybe there is no need to take it seriously." Lin Xuan was even more confused than me.

"No, you also said that this was her obsession during her lifetime." I shook my head firmly, looked around at the passengers in the entire carriage, and felt something in my heart.

"I see."

"What?"

"She said that because her husband is a living person like us."

Lin Xuan said in surprise: "How can a living person ride in this car every day?"

"That's the problem!" I nodded, "If you think about her words carefully, he goes back on time every night, but she knows that person is not him."

"That is to say, the one who returned is not her real husband."

"It's not her husband, that's a ghost that transformed into his husband?" Lin Xuan suddenly opened his eyes wide, "That's not right, the ghost can't leave once it's here."

"Are you sure?" I touched my chin.

"Of course, do you think those two seventh and eighth masters are vegetarians?" Lin Xuan nodded affirmatively, "Strictly speaking, even if a living person enters this world, they cannot leave it, with the exception of one type of people."

"Who?" I glanced at Shi Lei subconsciously.

"I can't talk about this for now." Lin Xuan shook his head and looked at the wet mother and daughter. "I also want to help her, but she doesn't seem to be clear-headed, and I don't know what to do."

Shi Lei and Lin Xuan are the same kind of people, who have the means to leave this world?

"Tell me, where is he?" The woman moved her head closer to me, and the unpleasant stench became more obvious.

I leaned back and covered my mouth and nose.

Neither living people nor ghosts can leave this world. What are the "people" who return to her home?

I don't understand this question, but one thing is for sure.

Her husband is dead.

After thinking about it, I said, "Sit to the terminal, maybe you can find him."