The Last Train to Hell

I don’t know how to define them. Aren’t the people wearing shrouds the dead people?

Normally, if you are buried in peace, there will be no more trouble.

Why do they still crawl out of the soil?

He even beat the couple into such a miserable state.

Although those couple may be my biological parents, what I see now is their original experience.

But I didn't feel that there was any big emotion in my heart.

Although they are my biological parents, we don’t have much contact with them.

There is no memory. I look at what they have experienced as if I were a bystander.

What can a bystander say besides sighing?

When I opened my eyes, it was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon.

I subconsciously looked up and saw more than a dozen big faces on the windows.

There are really all kinds of faces, all pressed tightly against the windows.

Just this glance almost sent me away, and I instinctively let out a shrill scream.

The man in the suit, Duanmei and the others were also leaning on the chairs to rest, obviously they were frightened awake by my scream.

When the man in the suit looked up at the window, his expression changed unnaturally.

The stooped old man looked up at the window.

He shook his head helplessly and got two pieces of yellow paper from nowhere.

Pasted on two windows respectively.

This time, the face that had been pressed against the window just now moved back a little.

Away from the windows, the faces don't look so scary.

God knows how scary those faces plastered against the windows are.

I was so sleepy that when I opened my eyes and saw this scene, I would be surprised if I wasn't scared to death.

At this moment, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and I felt vaguely embarrassed.

The one who screamed just now was really loud, alarming everyone.

But I didn’t do it on purpose. After all, no one would be too calm in that scene.

It’s just that I did forget that there were other people in the room, and it’s human nature to scream.

"Okay, stop sleeping when you wake up. Take a look at how brave you are. You have the heart of a wolf and the courage of a rabbit. Only a few people can scare you like this."

The rickety old man suddenly spoke, as if he was trying to help me out.

I glanced at him with gratitude, feeling a little moved in my heart.

I did feel a little embarrassed just now because my voice alarmed three people.

These guys didn't sleep all night. To put it bluntly, I more or less took a nap.

But they were very focused and persisted all night, and they were all older than me.

I was tired of shouting here, and I felt that my name was unfair, but they gave me the bed.

This time, the hunched-over old man didn’t cook instant noodles for us. Instead, he steamed a pot of rice.

The dish is considered our specialty pickle, and it can be eaten with rice.

I'm also embarrassed to be picky about food, mainly because there are these people watching outside, so it's impossible to pick some vegetables in the vegetable garden.

Who knows if these things will rush in when the door is opened?

Now I'm afraid that when I open the door, these things' faces will be pressed against the door.

I can no longer call these villagers human beings.

In my eyes, they are not much different from evil spirits such as spirits and living corpses.

"Don't be afraid, let's make do with it for now and wait until night. Let's just go to the county to buy some things and come back."

How to go to the county at night? Is it possible to walk?

It seems that we can only walk there. After all, the current situation in this village makes it obviously impossible for a car to pass through.

I even doubt that anyone in the county really remembers that there is a village called Shihe Village?

"This village is not open to traffic. I'll borrow two 28-wheelers in the evening. Then we can ride to the county seat and buy things. Fortunately, there is a supermarket open 24 hours a day. Otherwise, if we want to buy something, we will have to pay for it." It’s hard work.”

When the old man said this, I was relieved.

It’s good to have bicycles. If we borrow two bicycles, we can ride them to the county seat.

Otherwise, if you really go there, it would be a bit difficult, right?

It takes more than two hours to walk from our village to the county.

It takes four or five hours to walk from here, and the road is not easy to walk in the dark.

It is easy to encounter various emergencies on the road, and I suddenly remembered something.

Two weeks!

Erzhou is still in Eryang Village. Has he walked out of the woods?

I don't know yet. If he was still in the woods, it would be very bad.

After all, he is also blind grandpa's younger brother. I can't possibly ignore his safety.

But how can I save him?

I'm a little confused now.

"Er Zhou, what should we do over there in Er Zhou? He is still in the woods, and we don't know where he comes out. Do you want to go to Er Yang Village to look for him?"

I know that I am not suitable to make various demands now, but if I don't say it.

He will be treated as an outcast in two weeks!

Others can give up on him, but if I give up on him, will Blind Grandpa’s spirit in heaven be very disappointed in me?

And this time in two weeks, it can be regarded as a change of heart, right?

The man in the suit suddenly smiled, then shook his head.

"Some things are hard to tell true from false. You think Er Zhou is very close to you because he is Zhou Huangqing's younger brother, so he is naturally close to you. But have you ever thought about one question? He may also be a pawn of that Taoist senior."

Er Zhou is a pawn of the Taoist senior. He came to Eryang Village earlier than us.

I don't know if he really came earlier than the men in suits, but he definitely came earlier than me.

And he was hiding in the woods before.

How weird is that woods? I don't need to describe it.

Anyway, everyone here knows that Er Zhou was able to hide in the woods and still be safe and sound.

So he may really be a pawn of that Taoist senior, or he may be controlled by that Taoist senior.

It is also possible that he was not controlled by that Taoist senior.

If I ignore him, won't it make him sad?

"Don't think too much now, you kid. Even a clay Buddha can't save himself when crossing the river, and you still worry about others. After all, they are all people of Xuanmen, and they all know some means to save their lives. Although you are also half a Xuanmen, you don't know anything."

When the old man with a hunched back spoke, I suddenly felt like a balloon that was punctured and deflated.

I lost my spirit in an instant.

What can I say?

Isn't it like this? Now, I have to rely on others for everything I do.

I have no ability at all. I have no ability. If I want to make any decision, I have to beg others for mercy.

When I was crossing the river, why should I pity the world?