The Last Train to Hell

It's all God's blessing.

The existence of the incense burner is to suppress all the spirits in the whole charity cemetery with incense ash and smoke.

Even if they are dissatisfied, they have to swallow their anger and then go on their reincarnation path.

If the anger in his heart is not released, something bad will happen.

Not only will it not be good for him, but it will also be bad for the people guarding the charity cemetery.

Thinking of the power of the incense burner, I feel a little more secure.

But this fleeting sense of security cannot really make me relax.

The car drove towards a distance, and I was also in a state of anxiety.

I didn't know the specific situation. When we arrived at the first stop, no one got on.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and then I was relieved again.

Thinking of the miserable appearance of the man in the suit, I guessed that he would get on the car in a while.

He must be a powerful guy. If he was not a very powerful guy, the man in the suit would not be so embarrassed.

After closing the front and rear doors, I stepped on the accelerator and continued to drive forward.

Just after starting the car, I heard something hitting the protective door.

I looked to the left and found a person standing next to him.

He was wearing ancient clothes. I couldn't tell what era he was from.

But half of his body was golden, but only bones.

The other half was bloody and he kept hitting the protective door with his golden body.

But the impact was not strong, and it was obviously not enough to do anything to the protective door.

If he could easily shake the protective door, I might not be able to sit down now.

I felt helpless, rubbing my waist and back, straightened my waist and touched the incense burner.

Knowing that it was still there, I was not so scared.

He didn't do anything else, just kept hitting the car door.

Knowing that he couldn't do anything to me, I wouldn't worry too much.

But I was very curious, how did he get in the car?

Could it be that he walked up from the back door? Although I didn't look in the rearview mirror,.

I was watching the front and back doors from the surveillance camera. No one came in from either the front or back door.

Or was he there when I got on the bus?

No way. After I got on the bus, I took a special look inside the car.

Are you sure there is nothing in the car?

He banged the door for a while, but I didn't react.

Then he hit the glass with his head. This time I heard the glass buzzing.

If he keeps banging like this, the glass will definitely break in a short time.

The glass of the bus company's protective door is of good quality, but it can't withstand his banging.

I was quite clear in my mind.

But I didn't dare to show a panic expression. Who knows if I will show a panic expression at this time.

Will he do anything else?

In the blink of an eye, the bus arrived at the second stop. Even if I didn't want to open the door, I could only do it reluctantly.

I opened the front and back doors at the same time. I didn't expect that after the bus stopped, the door would open.

He actually stopped the frequency of banging. It sounded like he was stumbling back.

What's going on? However, the next moment, a strange passenger got on the car.

Rather than saying he got on, it would be better to say he squeezed in.

His whole body was swollen and swollen, and there was a sticky liquid on his body.

I didn't smell any strange smell, but I guessed that if I was very close to him, he must have smelled bad.

After this thing got on, it didn't move back, but stood directly at the position where the thing just stood.

It started to hit my protective door, and this time the protective door was really trembling and in danger.

Every time he hit it, I felt that the protective door would collapse at any time.

With such a frequency of hitting, I was so flustered.

I didn't know whether I should scold him or not. I didn't dare to drive before the time was up.

Finally, when the time came, I closed the front and rear doors, and then stepped on the accelerator to drive out.

I didn't dare to look at what the door was like, for fear that I would find that the door had begun to break when I turned my head.

The man in the suit told me that as long as I was inside the protective door.

Nothing could do anything to me.

I still believed in his words.

If I doubted him, there would be few people I could trust.

I had no choice but to drive forward.

After a while, the thing took two steps back. It was not because I was observing him.

It was mainly because his movements were too large and the noise was not small. He took two steps back.

It made a huge noise. I thought the shell of the bus was about to be crushed by him.

Just when we were about to reach the third stop, he suddenly hit the protective door.

I felt that the protective door did not move. I wondered if I would fly out of the window in the next moment?

Fortunately, the protective door was quite strong. After shaking twice, it returned to its previous state.

I stopped the car steadily at the third stop. As I thought, the front and rear doors of the car were opened.

He also started to walk to the back. According to this trend, a strange-looking thing would come up at every stop.

They would keep hitting my protective door.

Of course, when the bus arrives at the next stop, they will stop what they are doing.

I don't know how to explain it myself, right?

I don’t know if what happens next will develop as I thought.

I hope things develop as I imagined.

But it’s really not what I expected, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

I prayed silently in my heart that the next thing would be smooth sailing.

Don't let any big changes happen, lest I be overwhelmed.

I am quite clear about how much I weigh.

If there are many changes, I am not sure whether I can solve them smoothly?

Now is the time to test the quality of the protective door.

I hope Jinsuo City and the others didn't do anything to the protective gate.

In other words, the man in the suit had anticipated it in advance and dealt with the protective door for me.

Otherwise, I'm not sure how many impacts it can withstand.

According to my idea, it is best to be able to resist the impact all the time.

But the reality is always different from what I thought. Even if I don’t want to admit it, I have to admit it.

This time it was an old man who came up, wearing sunglasses and holding a bamboo pole in his hand.

He looked harmless, but after the bamboo pole leaned against the glass security door.

He started scratching the security door with his nails, although it did not leave any big marks on the security door.

But it was the sound of fingernails rubbing against glass.