The Last Train to Hell

What is the relationship between the uncle Lingsu who was torn to pieces by Bai Xian and her?

"Where is your wife?"

The female spirit asked with an unkind expression, as if I couldn't give her a reasonable answer.

The next moment she will rise up and kill me here.

"We met the Eight Immortals carrying a sedan chair, and the evil spirit married a wife. For the sake of the dark wood, I want to be the witness for the evil spirit. After I get the dark wood..."

I couldn't continue talking, but fortunately the female spirit didn't ask any further questions.

I don’t know how she did it.

When he opened his hand to me, there were dots of white light in his hand.

The white light is the trace left by Bai Xian!

She hasn't said anything yet, but I'm sure of it.

The female spirit waved her sleeves.

The palm-sized gloomy wood is missing from the corners of the big red coffin.

She placed the white shimmer into the gloomy wood.

Then the dark wood came into my hands.

The scarlet gloomy wood seems to have an indescribable evil nature.

"It nourishes me so much when I put it on you. If you are a heartless person, my sister will definitely not be able to forgive you. Fortunately, you still have some conscience."

Is the female spirit so easy to talk to?

From the gloomy wood, I clearly felt Bai Xian's aura.

The female spirit has really found Bai Xian!

Even Bai Xian can't help me now.

She can stay with me and just exist in this way, and I feel very satisfied.

At any other time, I would not have left the scarlet gloomy wood by my side.

"Thank you sister, do you mind if I dig your grave?"

I asked curiously, feeling very relaxed.

It was a rare peace of mind after becoming the driver of the last bus on Route 14.

If Master Lin were here, most likely his jaw would drop to the ground.

Who would have thought that I, Su Ren, would one day be able to chat and laugh with Ling Zou.

Female Lingsou was obviously confused by my question, and Wang Jiuye gave me a blank look.

I also realized that what I asked was too mean.

In case she forgot just now, I asked.

What does she plan to do to settle the score in the future?

"Do you mind? Why don't you mind? But today the moon is bright and the wind is clear. I don't want to kill anyone."

I looked out the window and looked at the scenery outside.

The moon is there, but this damn place.

When I thought of this, I suddenly understood that this was the female spirit who was stepping down for me.

Speaking of which, this is the first time I have encountered such an easy-to-talk spirit.

The evil spirit that seemed so talkative just now actually harbors evil intentions.

Little Lingsou seemed to like me very much and kept holding my hand.

I wanted to ask the female spirit about the situation in the village, but before I could open my mouth, Wang Jiuye stopped me with his eyes.

With my intuition, I could feel that Wang Jiuye was hiding something from me.

He seemed to know something, but he just didn't want to tell me.

If I insist on asking, I will probably say the same thing.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't know!"

Before I could think of what to say, the wooden door slammed shut.

I looked at Mr. Wang Jiu with confusion, wondering what he was up to.

Wang Jiuye shook his head and indicated that he had nothing to do with me.

The body that was originally relaxed suddenly became tense.

Who could it be?

I vaguely sensed something was wrong.

As the guide had just said, the owner of the red coffin followed behind him.

He went somewhere else to lure it away so I could dig out the gloomy wood.

As for the female spirit, she has never left her coffin.

Who is lying?

The guide wants to deceive me, so why should he lead me there?

If the female spirit was deceiving me, then why did she help me collect the broken spirits of Bai Xian?

How could he take out the gloomy wood on his own initiative?

After peeling away a lot of fog, I thought the truth was within reach.

Suddenly, he was once again surrounded by fog and barriers.

Wang Jiuye suddenly got into his body.

His voice rang in my heart.

"Don't think about it. Being too curious is not a good thing. Go squat behind the door."

Walking around the red coffin, I squatted behind the door and didn't dare to make any move.

There was no sound outside, and the door suddenly closed.

It's like a hallucination of several of us together.

Only now did I find out.

There seems to be no one around me who is completely trustworthy.

The female spirit is unreliable, and Wang Jiuye is unreliable.

My strength is simply not worth mentioning in front of Ling Sui.

He took out a few coins from his pocket and saw the power of coins several times.

I subconsciously regarded the coin as my trump card, or a talisman.

The female spirit was very calm, grabbing the little spirit and getting into the red coffin.

If Mr. Wang Jiu were in front of me, he would definitely receive a resentful look from me.

I felt like I had been squatting for almost an hour.

There was still no sound outside.

Even the sound of the wind blowing and the trees moving just now disappeared completely.

Thinking of this, I just understood why Wang Jiuye felt like facing a powerful enemy.

What the hell is this place?

Why are there so many powerful spirits?

That time when I accidentally entered the spirit world, it seemed dangerous.

In fact, if you try hard, you can still cope with it.

But I don’t even know where the enemy is now.

Give it a try, what should you fight with?

The quieter it is outside, the more noticeable the sound of my breathing becomes.

In such an atmosphere, I couldn't control my breathing.

Breathing heavily.

I was fed up with this passive state, and I screamed desperately in my heart.

At some point, the red coffin was covered with a layer of faint red light.

I don’t know if it was the female spirit that was controlling the coffin.

The coffin moved towards the window at a constant speed, with the bottom tightly attached to the ground.

It made a sound that made my teeth ache.

I called out Wang Jiuye’s name in my heart, but there was no response.

Why didn’t this old thing speak?

The sound echoed in the room for a long time, until the coffin stopped under the window.

Why didn’t the female spirit respond?

Or did she move the coffin under the window?

Why under the window?

In an instant, my brain suddenly worked very well.

The red coffin blocked the window. If something happened, the door wouldn’t open.

I couldn’t climb through the window, so I had to stay here.

Let the spirit slaughter me!

I desperately called out Wang Jiuye.

Maybe he was annoyed by his noise, so he finally responded to me.

“Shut up, idiot.”

Wang Jiuye didn’t mean to explain to me. I knew he was still there, so I wasn’t so nervous.

We still have to take the necessary precautions. Bai Xian is not here, and I completely trust Wang Jiuye.

I held the dark wood that Bai Xian was placed in my hand.

The cold dark wood, now holding it in my hand, does not feel uncomfortable.

Then in the moonlight, I saw many blood threads wrapped around the red coffin.

The blood threads as thick as hair wrapped the coffin tightly.

It was like a silkworm pupa, and soon the coffin could not be seen in its original shape.

The red blood threads extended from the window and wrapped around my body.

I swallowed my saliva, but I didn't have time to be thankful.

Suddenly, there was a sigh in my ear. Who was it?