The Last Train to Hell

I was pulled out of the corner by the man in the suit. When I opened my eyes, I saw his serious face.

This time he didn't wear a suit, but a robe.

It looked like a Tang suit with unicorns embroidered on it.

I instinctively believed the man in the suit more, so I hid behind him directly. With the boss here, I should only be responsible for pretending to be dead.

The man in the suit did not disappoint me. The ghost soldiers' passage ended quickly, as if nothing happened.

It was just that my symptom of having no strength in my body seemed to be more serious. I had no strength at all.

I was picked up and thrown back on the bed. I turned on the front camera of my phone and took a good look at my face.

It was much whiter than before, and my lips were a little blue. This was not good.

The man in the suit left quickly without giving me a chance to say goodbye. I especially wanted to ask him what happened that night.

Master Lin was panting and looked older. Compared with before, he was more like a middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties.

"You are lucky, kid. I don't know how this immortal saw you. If he hadn't taken action in the tomb, we would have both died."

Lin Hualong said honestly, I guess it was the man in the suit who took action. I know Master Lin's strengths and weaknesses.

So the man in the suit took action to solve the problem of the owner of the coffin, and Lin Hualong took me out.

I am also lucky. Thinking about the last scene before I fell into a coma, I feel more and more that I have saved my life.

After staying in the hospital for a week, I felt that I couldn't stay there any longer, so I decided to go home to recuperate.

The company was also very generous, and Jinsuocheng was very easy to talk to. He gave me a ten-day vacation.

The first thing I did when I got home was to take a shower and wash off the unpleasant smell of disinfectant.

I didn't expect that I saw a few black marks on my head when I looked in the mirror.

I didn't understand why there were black marks on my head, and I didn't take it seriously. I rubbed it with my hands.

It's okay if it didn't get rubbed off. I didn't want to pursue this thing.

But thinking about the black marks on the top of my head, I always subconsciously touch these two black marks.

I feel cool when I touch them, and the temperature is completely different from the surrounding skin.

I am the kind of person with a high body temperature, and my body is warm and cozy all year round.

This is the first time I feel a cool feeling on my body.

I am very strange. This thing came inexplicably and there is no clue.

I don’t know if it came out suddenly, and the most important thing is that it can’t be washed off.

It’s still on my face.

Although I don’t pay attention to my image, I don’t want to have black and white spots on my face, which looks like I don’t wash my face all day long.

I took out my mobile phone and subconsciously searched for a browser to check and see if I can solve it myself.

Browsers now also charge advertising fees, so when you check something, especially for someone like me who is suspected of being sick, scroll down, wow, it’s all ads.

There is no useful information at all. I was very irritated, but I still patiently scrolled down and saw a sentence that interested me.

"If black marks suddenly appear on your body, and they increase day by day, you can consider whether you have offended someone and been cursed."

Am I cursed? I'm not sure if he is just talking nonsense or knows something.

Even if I know a little bit, I can think of a solution.

I can't be clueless.

He said the answer three years ago, and I'm not sure if he still uses this account.

Will he read this stuff? Even if he does, I will doubt whether he can reply to me.

If a stranger sends me a message, I may not reply at all.

If I am not desperate, I will not send him a message.

In an afternoon, every three or five minutes, I will go through the chat history to see if he has replied to me.

However, there was no response, just when I had given up hope and was ready to think of other ways.

He replied to me, and it can be seen that he only knows a little about this thing.

Although I suddenly sent him a private message, which surprised him, he still replied to me seriously.

I replied to him immediately, and we chatted one sentence at a time in the most old-fashioned way.

I told him my situation directly, and it took a long time for him to reply.

He actually asked me to meet him. Although I am a man, I am still very shy to meet my online friends, but now is not the time to be shy.

We exchanged addresses and found that I was lucky, he was also in Hejian City.

Basically, everyone in Hejian City knows that there is something strange about the last bus on Route 14, and I don’t want to implicate him because of my own affairs.

So I told him directly about the last bus on Route 14 and that I am still the driver of the last bus on Route 14.

This time, the message was sent, but it seemed to fall into the sea. I waited all night, but I didn’t get his reply.

In fact, this situation is normal. After all, the last bus on Route 14 is really not a good person.

If I were him, I would not meddle in other people’s business.

Being warm-hearted and asking for trouble are two different things.

Since he can't help, I can only think of other ways. It's not that I don't know whether I can find out the reason why this thing suddenly appeared.

Just when I was at a loss what to do, Lin Hualong called me without any unnecessary nonsense.

Ask me directly if there are any black marks on my body, which feel cold to the touch.

I answered truthfully, curious as to how Lin Hualong knew.

"I have it too. Shan'ao Village is a cursed place. You and I have become cursed people."

The person just now also told me that in my situation, I should be cursed.

If it were not for the curse, such black marks would not appear at all.

After hanging up the phone from Lin Hualong, I was still reluctant. Why should I continue to drive the last bus on No. 14?

What pissed me off the most was that when he asked me to continue driving, I agreed directly without hesitation at all.

He was probably playing a trick on me, otherwise why would I have agreed in a daze?

The phone made a chirping sound. I wasn't sure who was sending me the message, but I still clicked it hopefully.

Sure enough, all the hard work paid off. That brother didn’t give up on me yesterday.

He said that he hesitated for a long time last night and didn't know whether to change things or not. He was not a professional and could give me very little help, but watching me die helplessly made him feel guilty and extremely embarrassed.