The Last Train to Hell

Even in the dead of night, cameras are on at several intersections where the bus route passes.

If I drive the car erratically, I might be considered a drunk driver.

The traffic police were not allowed to come over and check me for drunk driving, but I thought it was unlikely. After all, the people from the Ministry of Transportation didn't want to get involved with the last bus on Route 14.

Although I don't care much about the bus company's affairs, this can still be seen.

Seeing that the two of them didn't show any intention of starting a fight, I turned my attention back to the car.

If you really drove your car somewhere it shouldn't have been due to a moment of negligence, you would be regretting it.

What I want to do now is not to care about other things at all, but to concentrate on driving.

I have worked hard to keep my name. Now that those things have not come to provoke me, it is already the greatest kindness to me.

I would be a fool if I didn't know how to show appreciation and rushed to find someone else without being happy.

Just like yesterday, a monster came up from one stop, all the way to Shan'ao Village.

All the monsters were sitting quietly in the car, except the captain of the guard who kept leaning next to the judge and thinking quietly.

He talked about many things. It can be said that he told everything about sesame seeds and millet.

The judge looked impatient. I saw him wanting to take action several times, but considering the difference in strength between the two people.

In the end, the judge could only swallow his anger and did nothing. I felt a little sorry for him at the moment.

After all, people of his age don't need to swallow their anger, but for the spirit world and for me, they have to swallow their anger.

What is even more regrettable is that I am a waste, and I cannot say that I am a complete waste. I can only be regarded as half a waste.

But there was nothing I could do to help him. Now that he was being wronged, I could only pretend to be deaf and dumb.

To prevent things from spreading too quickly, if the captain of the guard does anything to me, I will be in trouble later.

Soon I drove the bus back to the bus company, and this time they no longer got off one after another.

We got off the bus together at the last stop. Before getting off the bus, the captain of the guard patted the judge on the shoulder and knocked on my protective door.

As if saying goodbye to the two of us, as for Wang Jiuye, he was pushed aside by the captain of the guard.

Pascal sat obediently behind me. Unless I looked in the rearview mirror, I wouldn't notice him at all.

I thought of his eyes full of disgust, and I didn't want to care about him, let alone look at him again.

So I don’t really know what the situation is over there.

"What do you want the captain of the guard to do after telling you so much?"

After leaving the bus company's underground garage, I couldn't wait to ask?

"What kind of organization is the Nether Realm? Is it similar to the spirit world? If it is similar, he is also a kind of spiritual deviant, so why should he interfere in China's affairs."

I think the questions I asked may be a bit harsh, but this is what I need to know.

Otherwise, I don’t even know now. Sooner or later I will figure everything out myself.

I think letting me know earlier is a good thing for me and a good thing for them.

A person who doesn't know anything will certainly be very courageous, but if he doesn't know anything, he will easily be careless and underestimate the enemy.

The judge shook his head and remained silent until the three of us returned to Duan Meiwei's home.

Wang Jiuye suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the judge, and then I saw a mouthful of black blood spurting out of his mouth.

However, he was an evil spirit. After the blood spurted out, it fell to the ground without leaving any trace.

Looking at the judge again, his face had become pale and pale after entering the house, without any trace of blood.

I was a little unsure of what was going on, but Duanmei walked out of the room at this moment, and I saw him helping the judge to the chair.

Then a cup of hot tea was poured out and poured over the judge's shoulder.

The water in the cup was still steaming, obviously it had just been boiled, and it was poured onto the judge.

What surprised me was that after the glass of water was poured down, the judge's complexion improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This makes me feel a little weird. Is there something unique about this tea?

Then I saw Duanmei's face turned extremely ugly.

Just look at the small knife he got out of nowhere, and opened the clothes on the judge's shoulders, exposing the piece of flesh on his shoulders.

It was the same place where the captain of the guard patted him just now. The captain of the guard of the underworld patted the judge on the shoulder. So it wasn't to say goodbye?

But he wanted to harm him, and there was already a cyan handprint on his shoulder.

No matter how stupid I am, I will never think that the cyan handprints are a sign of friendship.

And there seems to be something else trying to come out of this cyan handprint.

I looked down and saw feathers, hair, and little snakes inside.

There were even hairs on something, which I couldn’t see clearly.

But what I saw clearly was enough to shock me from ear to ear.

"What's going on? What happened to his shoulder? Why is there all this mess in there?"

I asked in a panic, feeling guilty from the bottom of my heart. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have provoked the captain of the guard.

In other words, if he retreats, the captain of the guard will not do anything to him.

I can finally tell that what the underworld guard said was to tell the judge not to get involved in this matter.

Otherwise, I would be implicated. Perhaps this handprint is a warning to the judge.

I was disappointed. A handprint that was randomly taken could make the judge look like this.

If this handprint falls on me, what will happen to me?

The eyebrow-breaking knife fell on the green handprint. I saw that he cut several cuts on the handprint.

Then those things flowed out, really in clumps, with all kinds of dirty things.

It is hard to imagine that this is what came out of the wound.

The judge's face returned to normal, and then he pressed his shoulder.

The shoulder returned to its original appearance, which made people feel a little unbelievable.

I really didn't expect that it could be restored to its original state.

It can be seen that the chief guard of the underworld also held back on the judge.

I just don't know if he will give the judge some face next time?

I don't know what the final result will be. I can only say that everything is now developing rapidly towards a result that I can't predict.

I hope the ending is what I want, but now I am afraid it will become what I least want to see.

What kind of promise did Jinsuocheng make, or do these people have nothing to do with Jinsuocheng?