Mo Shouchen originally thought that he would just give up his seat to the hanged ghost, but he didn't expect that the other person actually asked to see his ticket. Moreover, this proposal was also supported by other ghosts around him. It seemed that these ghosts had never given up their suspicion of him.
However, Mo Shouchen did not panic because he had a ticket, but just when he was about to take out the ticket, a ghost next to him suddenly said something.
"Could he be a passenger from Car No. 11? Last time, the passengers from Car No. 11 pretended to be our kind and almost deceived us."
"Yeah, luckily we were smart enough to figure out that person's identity. We had such a great time eating that time that I can't help but drool when I think about it now!"
Another ghost also echoed, and after speaking, it licked its lips, seeming to reminisce about the taste of the past.
It seems that someone had boarded this train before, and went from Car No. 11 to Car No. 8. Unfortunately, that person did not get through, and was discovered by the ghost here, and the ending seemed to be quite tragic.
Mo Shouchen held the ticket in his pocket, sweat beading on his forehead.
Seeing that he was squirming and unable to take out the ticket, the hanged man's iron-gray face became even darker. She asked in a cold tone: "Is your ticket for carriage No. 11?".
"Who said that my ticket is for carriage No. 8? Huh? Where is my ticket? I obviously put it in my pocket!"
Mo Shouchen stuffed the ticket deep into his pocket, then moved his hands around his body, pretending that he couldn't find the ticket.
He could feel the eyes around him getting colder and colder. It was obvious that the ghosts around him were gradually losing their patience and there was not much time left for him.
"Can you find the ticket? If not, I'll help you!"
The hanged man's tongue stood up like a poisonous snake, and twisted around Mo Shouchen, and was about to get close to him.
"Ah, maybe it fell on the seat when I sat down just now. Brother, please pick up your head from the seat. My ticket may have been suppressed by you."
Mo Shouchen quickly found an excuse to stay away from the hanging man's tongue, because if he was entangled with this tongue, it would not be so easy to get out later.
Just as it seemed that it could no longer be delayed, the train suddenly began to slow down and was about to enter the station.
Mo Shouchen knew that his opportunity had come, but it would take at least two or three minutes from now to parking, so he had to find a way to delay it a little longer.
The ghosts around him began to show ferocious expressions. If Mo Shouchen could not get the ticket, they would eat him alive.
"I found it. I put it in my pocket!"
Mo Shouchen took out his ticket from his pocket and handed it to the Hanged Man. Just when the Hanged Man's hand was about to touch the ticket, he let go of his hand in advance and the ticket fell directly to the ground.
"Hey? Why did you drop my ticket!"
The villain Mo Shouchen complained first, and then took advantage of the hanging man's opportunity to bend down to pick up the tickets, and began to move slowly toward the front of the carriage.
The Hanged Man bent his waist slightly, then swept his tongue on the ground and rolled up the train ticket on the ground. But when she saw the information on the ticket, her face changed instantly.
"His ticket is for carriage No. 11!"
The hanged ghost suddenly raised her head, only to find that Mo Shouchen had reached the front of the carriage. She quickly shouted: "Stop him quickly, don't let him escape, he is a human being!"
At this time, there were still two rows of seats between Mo Shouchen and the passage at the front of the carriage. When he heard the cries of the hanged ghost, all the ghosts in the two rows of seats rushed over.
Mo Shouchen took out the rolling pin from his waist, knocked the ghost who had only half a head at first back to his seat, and then rushed through the gap with all his strength.
Just as he was about to enter the passage, a ghost with a steel bar inserted into his chest stood in front of him.
In desperation, Mo Shouchen held the steel bar with his ringed hand, and then pushed the ghost into the passage. The ghosts behind him swarmed in, but the passages at both ends of the carriage were very narrow, only enough for one person to pass, so
All these ghosts were crowded outside the passage.
The train has already made the sound of braking. As long as you hold on for one more minute, you can enter the next car.
Mo Shouchen summoned Deng Yu again and asked him to block the entrance of the passage. Because they were afraid of the painful inflammation on his body, none of the ghosts crowded outside the passage dared to rush up.
Mo Shouchen, who was hiding behind Deng Yu, was not idle either. A ghost had just been pushed into the passage by him. He held the steel bar on the ghost's chest, and then swung his rolling pin and smashed it down again and again.
Look, this unlucky guy was beaten to death by him.
After collecting the ghosts into the Ghost Suppressing Jade Pendant, the train happened to stop. Mo Shouchen breathed a long sigh of relief, recalled Deng Yu back to the book, and then opened the connecting door.
But when he walked out of this door, he didn't see the next carriage. What appeared in front of him were two identical connecting doors...
