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I was touched on my calf, and I knew this was Master Wang’s signal to me, and a silent understanding emerged between the two “murderers.”

I can't expose Master Wang yet. Before the flight attendant spoke, I let go of my hands and returned to my obedient look.

The flight attendant had a dark face and was about to get angry. When he saw me like this, he felt as if he had punched cotton. He didn't say anything. He just snorted coldly and tightened his grip on my shoulders.

"Can you be gentle? I won't run away." I followed the steward step by step to the next car. To be honest, I regret it now. I should have gotten more information from Mrs. Wen, or at least asked I know how long it will take to arrive at the next stop so that I can be mentally prepared.

"What a pity." I slowly looked back at Master Wang's bed. This old fox could really keep his composure and remain motionless. His disguise was perfect. If I hadn't known in advance that he was under the white cloth, I probably wouldn't have done it either. suspected him.

The length of the carriage on October 26th is several times longer than that of other carriages. This may be because all of them are sleepers, but it may also be because this day is the Double Ninth Festival in the world of the world, and all ghosts are hiding in each other, vying to get on the carriage. .

"Can I ask you a question? Why is this carriage a sleeper, while the other carriages are all seats? Do our fares differ?" After contacting Master Wang, I was not in a hurry, and it was up to others to figure it out. Whatever happens, if something unexpected happens again, I have no choice but to accept my fate.

"Why do you have so many problems?" The flight attendant had a very bad attitude towards me.

"I'm just having a normal mentality. Why do they have so much space, but we in other carriages have to be squeezed together? Don't we have the same tickets?" A large part of the reason I said this was to delay time. Give Master Wang a chance to take action. As for the difference in treatment, only ghosts will care about it. If his life is gone, why do he care about it?

"You're right, the price you pay for getting on the bus is not the same." Maybe it was because I didn't have any ability to threaten her in the eyes of the flight attendant, so she lowered her vigilance towards me and casually replied: "You guys The people who are sitting are just riding, and those who are lying down have mortgaged everything in order to get on the train, and they will become the cargo on the train and be sent to a place where they are needed.”

"What place is that? The underworld?" I blurted out, but the flight attendant just smiled coldly and did not answer directly.

"If you really want to go, I can send you there too." She looked at me seriously, staring at me until all the hair on my body stood on end. Only then did I realize that her tone was not a joke.

"No need, I still prefer to sit." He waved his hands repeatedly, and soon the conductor and I left the October 26th carriage and entered the October 25th carriage.

In the meantime, I used my judgment to look back secretly. Master Wang had already sat up from the bed, and he also had a sense of crisis.

"Master Wang knows a weakness of the flight attendant. I know when to get off. There is no chance for the two to join forces." If there is still a long time before the stop where I can get off the train, I don't think I and Master Wang can succeed together. What a coincidence. The only thing is that the next stop is the Earth Temple. As long as I drag it until the train stops, I can escape.

The car on October 25th was also a sleeper berth. The difference was that there was a faint stench floating in this car. In the words of the flight attendant, it was the smell of death floating in this car.

I looked at the bed. The white cloths were no longer spotless. Many of the cloths had yellowish-brown marks on them, like blood spots left after cleaning.

"Are you there?"

The flight attendant didn't answer. He held my shoulders tightly and passed through carriages No. 25 and 24, and entered Carriage 23.

Counting from Car No. 29, this is exactly seven days and one week.

When I opened the door of the October 23 carriage, the strong stench made my stomach churn. Even if I saw so many mutilated corpses in Henshan Mental Hospital, I didn't have such a strong reaction.

"Where are you taking me?" The pungent smell always challenges the limits of my senses.

"Shut up." The flight attendant looked very nervous. This was the first time I saw such an expression on her face.

"She's scared too? But what could she be scared of?" Because of the change in the flight attendant's demeanor, I became more curious and glanced around, hoping to see something special.

It doesn't matter. It really made me discover something.

The environment in the carriage on October 23rd was the worst among the seven carriages. It was filled with dead air and the smell was overwhelming. The white cloth was covered with brown blood stains. Strange odors could be seen everywhere on the floor and bed board. Look, It was shapeless garbage, and what surprised me even more was that there was something like minced meat stuffed in the gap between the bed boards, solidified in it, which made my hair stand on end.

There are very few passengers in this carriage, and most of the beds are empty. There are only a few beds with "people" lying on them, but they have no human shape and look like they have been horribly tortured. Losing one's sense of self is nothing compared to them.

Walking to the middle of Car No. 23, a white cloth slipped off the bed, revealing the "person" lying underneath. Let's call it "person" for now, although it took a lot of effort for me to identify it.

This is an extremely mutilated body. All the important organs on his body have been lost. There are holes all over his nose and eyes. His belly is slumped downwards. His chest is pressed against his back. Two thin layers of dry skin stick to his skeleton. There seems to be no internal organs. generally.

I stopped, with a bit of unbearable look in my eyes. This "person" was like a fish thrown alive on the iron, with his mouth open and swallowing something in the air. This was a state between life and death. , making every nerve in me tremble.

If I couldn't escape the train, would I end up like it?

"Does it look good?" The stewardess' mouth cracked. She was happy to see my horrified expression: "There are very few people who can stay on this bus for seven days."

After saying that, she gave me a malicious look and pulled me away from that "person".

After seeing what happened to the passengers in the carriage on October 23, I became even more puzzled about this mysterious train: "The train will pass through stations one after another. Most of these stations can only get on, and only a few stations can get off." Along the way from the carriage on October 29th, the mental state of the passengers became increasingly abnormal, and there were many empty seats in the carriage..."

"According to the Buddhist philosophy that is more popular in the world, those who do evil go to hell, and those who do good go to paradise, so some people get off the bus early, and some people can't get off even if all the organs, essence and blood of the body are exhausted? "

"If the stop where everyone gets off is predetermined, then every extra day they stay will have to pay a certain price. It may not be easy for them to wait until they get off."

There was a vague realization in my mind that death was inevitable. On this last train, everyone would get on the train, and everyone was destined to get off at a certain stop. As for when to get off, how? Only when can you let go of your shackles depends on the severity of your shackles and karma.

Some people are carefree, such as Mrs. Wen, who got on the bus that day and got off the bus after only a few stops; and the person I just saw in the carriage on October 23rd gave up all her internal organs. , his eyes, nose, mouth and ears were dug out, leaving only a skeleton and two skins on his thin body, but he still couldn't get off the car. His karma had not been paid off, so he had to stay here until the karma on his body was removed. The shackles can be removed.

People can't help themselves in life, and everything may not go as planned after death. Thinking about this, I smiled bitterly. Although I have never done anything harmful to nature, but based on merit alone, I was first shown by the underworld. The market was devastated, and then the ghost mother was released. Now the hall is dark, dark clouds are covering the sky, and karma is entangled with me. If I really want to stay on the train, it may not be as simple as staying for seven days.

"We must get out of here!" I now understand why Lu Xing hesitated until the end before getting on the bus at the Shuangfo District stop. Judging from the murders he committed, if his identity was exposed, it would probably cost him a thousand cuts. I had to be cut into pieces more than ten times before I could leave.

I followed the conductor across the October 23 car, but she showed no intention of stopping.