The Last Train to Hell

If they attack the driver, wouldn't they implicate innocent people in this matter again?

In this situation, try to involve as few innocent people as possible.

I have only one worthless life, and I have a lot of messes on my body.

If I die, although it is not a complete end.

But it also saves me a lot of trouble and reduces the burden of future life.

"Oh, don't worry, don't be so reserved, with them around, what big problems can't happen, you see I don't know anything, but I have lived well until now, right? I tell you, I am not worried about debts now, and I have experienced more storms than this."

I guess the man in the suit and others can't expose my big talk.

So it's okay for me to pretend in front of the driver,

He shouldn't embarrass me in front of strangers!

Sure enough, the man in the suit curled his lips and smiled at me sarcastically,

which made me helpless, but fortunately he didn't give me face in public.

In other words, he didn't expose my lies, which saved me some face.

In order not to embarrass myself, I certainly won't say anything else.

Using such words to cheat others, I will end up being the one who gets screwed.

So let's wait.

When the others are gone, I can brag again, so I don't have to worry about being exposed.

The driver didn't completely trust my words.

This made me even more sad. Do I look so unreliable?

After all, I am about 1.8 meters tall and strong.

Normally, shouldn't it be easy to give people a sense of trust?

Or make people feel safe?

But these people around me, let alone feel safe with me, are pretty good if they don't sigh for me.

"Try to see if you can invite one of the guys from Fengdu up. If they help us now, those things behind us are nothing to be afraid of."

I vaguely understood what the man in the suit said.

His intention was to invite some of the spirits or evil spirits from Fengdu in the spirit world.

But who could these evil spirits be?

Lord Wang Jiu?

He should be so busy now, how could he have the time to care about the affairs of the human world.

The man in the suit told me that Lord Wang Jiu was a friend, not an enemy.

I doubted the truth, but then I thought about it.

He really didn't do anything bad to me.

He was just not very smart. He often wore a general's armor.

I think he must have been a general who fought in all directions when he was alive.

As for the reason for his death, I can guess a little.

I think he offended too many people.

So he died a bit tragically, so he became a spirit.

He was also capable, and finally evolved into an evil spirit.

It's a pity that he is not one of the ten evil spirits in Fengdu.

It's not that I look down on him, it's mainly because Jin Suocheng is too powerful.

He is not only a Taoist senior, but also the captain of the bus company, and one of the ten evil spirits in Fengdu.

No one knows if he has any other identities.

If someone told me now that Jin Suocheng is the CEO of a listed company.

Although I find it incredible, I will believe it.

After all, I don’t know how old he is, he must be quite capable.

Now thinking about it, I suddenly feel that my life is hopeless.

With the help of the man in the suit, it is not necessarily possible to solve the problem of the last bus on Route 14 smoothly.

I was puzzled, why are these people unwilling to solve the problem themselves?

Why do they have to wait for me to solve it.

Am I really that important?

Don’t you know how much you are worth?

If you say that there is nothing that can’t run without me, I really don’t believe it.

The driver’s expression was a little numb, and he sat there without saying a word.

Finally, he sighed and started smoking in the house.

I don’t think it’s a good idea to smoke at this time. After all, I have suffered many losses from smoking before, so I bumped his shoulder.

"Why are you smoking in the middle of the night? Is smoking in this place going to work?"

My tone was a little impatient, but it was really for his own good.

I had suffered so many times before, so I had to quit smoking.

Others have such a hard time quitting smoking, so painful, I just want to say one thing, don't be pushed to the point.

If you are pushed to the point, you will quit naturally.

When I was in Muling Village, Bai Xian died because of my smoking.

In fact, I also know that even if I don't smoke that cigarette, many troubles will still come to me in the end.

But since the incident happened, and it happened because of the cigarette, it will naturally make me think of the original situation from time to time.

After being scolded by me, the driver's expression was a little unpleasant.

But he didn't refute it, and finally put out the cigarette, and threw the cigarette box and other things aside.

Leaning against the wall in a trance, no one else in the room wanted to pay attention to him.

Broken Eyebrows is not a talkative person, and the man in the suit and the hunched old man.

In order to maintain his appearance as a hermit, he would not talk to him, and I was the only one who could communicate with him.

It happened that I didn't talk much to anyone these two days, so I chatted with him casually.

It was just to kill time.

We were talking excitedly, when suddenly there was a thump outside the door.

It seemed like something heavy hit the door?

And then it fell to the ground.

I didn't have the courage to see what happened.

I didn't ask, but stared at the man in the suit.

There was a movement outside the door, and the man in the suit couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb.

He looked at the old man, and the two of them took a step forward together.

Finally, the old man opened the door and found that there seemed to be a ball-like thing at the door.

He picked up the ball-like thing and brought it into the house, and I found that it was an old man's head.

The old man's head was full of cracks, as if it was burst.

And this old man actually had a braid, which proved that he was a person who lived in the last century.

He didn't cut his hair when he died, otherwise he would never have this kind of braid.

I looked at the head for a while, and I couldn't help but feel scared.

In fact, when I was dreaming, my biological parents and the things coming down from the back mountain were fighting in the dream.

But I definitely didn't see this thing.

Suddenly, this thing appeared, with only one head.

Was it a gift from the person who helped us?

I looked at the head again, but what surprised me was that.

The old man's head dried up and shrank quickly.

Originally, I could still see the flesh and blood.