The rickshaw driver stood motionless, waiting for Wen Zhong to hand him the ticket in his hand. The bell on the handlebar kept shaking as if urging Wen Zhong to hand over the ticket as soon as possible and get on the bus.
"Are you a human or a ghost?" Wen Zhong stared at the rickshaw driver in front of him with burning eyes. No matter how he looked at him, he looked like a mummy that had been dead for a long time.
However, the other party's behavior was not much different from that of a living person, and was different from all the evil ghosts he had encountered so far.
silence.
The rickshaw driver had no intention of speaking, and the two were just in a stalemate. Even though the bell on the handlebar was shaking and crackling, Wen Zhong had no intention of getting on the rickshaw.
"Boss Wen, what are you waiting for? Get in the car and leave this hellish place."
Suddenly, Dai Zhibin's voice came from the front.
He saw that there had been no movement on Wen Zhong's side for a long time, and out of curiosity, he leaned out and looked over. Unexpectedly, Wen Zhong hadn't gotten into the car yet and was in a stalemate with the driver.
Wen Zhong glanced at Dai Zhibin when he heard this.
He had already gotten into the car, and the rickshaw driver in front of him had already grasped the handle of the car again, leaning forward slightly, as if he was ready to set off at any time.
"Did you give the ticket?" Wen Zhong did not shy away from the two rickshaw drivers and asked directly: "What is there in the car? Is there anything unusual about it?"
Dai Zhibin replied: "I have already given him my ticket. Everything on the bus is normal. There is nothing on it."
"Is that so? I understand."
Wen Zhong thought for a while and handed the ticket to the rickshaw driver who had been holding out his hand stiffly. If the stalemate continued like this, he might not be able to leave here.
The moment he handed the ticket to the other party, Wen Zhong held the coachman's hand, and a cold touch came. Then Wen Zhong felt as if his hand no longer belonged to him, and he quickly pulled his hand back.
After taking the ticket, the coachman did not check it carefully and directly stuffed the ticket into his mouth. The whole process was very fast. He only saw the mouth under the watch full of misshapen teeth.
The teeth are layered one on top of another, and the whole mouth is filled with teeth. It's a bit like the rotten teeth in the mouth of a thinking ghost. I don't know what the relationship between this coachman and the thinking ghost is.
Immediately afterwards, the driver's body bent slightly, as if to make room for Wen Zhong to make it easier for him to get on the bus.
"This ghost doesn't look like a living person. It's very scary. Forget it, let's not cause any more trouble at this juncture." Wen Zhong thought this way and stepped onto the rickshaw in front of him.
After he got in the car, everything returned to normal.
Soon, the bell hanging on the handlebar returned to its normal shaking frequency, and the rickshaw began to move forward slowly under the pull of the driver.
"Dingling, dinging-"
The ringing sound of the bell was clear and sweet, dispersing the surrounding black smoke. The hood of the rickshaw fell slowly, covering Wen Zhong's entire body, and everything around him became quiet.
Wen Zhong raised his eyebrows, a wound opened between his eyebrows, and a bloodshot eyeball popped out. He tried to observe the situation outside through the car cover.
However, only intermittent images were printed in Guitong's sight, as if he was watching an old closed-circuit television. The images inside had serious frame drops and it was impossible to see the specific situation clearly.
Seeing this, several more wounds opened on Wen Zhong's face, and strange bloodshot eyes popped out one after another.
This time, the picture he saw was much more complete.
Although it was still dark outside the car, behind him, there were weak and dim lights shining in the direction leaving Baiyang Village.
For some reason, Wen Zhong always felt that there were two people standing at the entrance of Baiyang Village, with two vague human silhouettes watching them from a distance.
When Wen Zhong saw this, two more ghost pupils appeared on his face. At this moment, his vision was clearer than ever before. Through the black fog, he finally saw clearly the two figures standing at the entrance of the village.
The two people were clearly Su Yue and Song Xin, and they seemed to have noticed that Wen Zhong was peeping. They stiffly raised an arm and shook it mechanically towards him, as if waving goodbye to him.
Seeing this strange scene, Wen Zhong couldn't help but sweat broke out on his forehead, because he clearly saw a strange and slightly stiff smile appear on the corners of the two people's mouths at the same time.
"Damn it, what's wrong with these two people to do this to me? Come to think of it, what time is it in Baiyang Village now? How come they two appeared at the same time?"
Wen Zhong cursed softly and looked away.
Although he had promised Su Changguang to bring a message to Su Yue, it did not mean that he would stay in Baiyang Village and look for him all the time. The village was getting weirder and weirder, and even if he was not careful now, he might capsize in the gutter.
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Not to mention anything else, let's just talk about the vampire in the cemetery who is suspected to be the vampire with a big knife left behind after Su Changguang's ghost revived. Even Wen Zhong now is not completely sure of restraining it.
There is also the evil ghost that has made time in Baiyang Village go backwards. I am afraid that the opponent's terror level will not be lower than that of the vampire.
There are still many secrets in Baiyang Village, and he will have to wait until he becomes stronger in the future to explore them slowly.
"There is also Wang Muyou. I don't know if he is really dead or if Su Changguang is trying to trick me. Let's wait until later. In the final analysis, he is still not strong enough." Wen Zhong sighed and added
He looked around.
The speed of the rickshaw was getting faster and faster, and the black smoke shrouding the surroundings seemed to have faded a lot. Only then did he see clearly that he was on a winding road.
There are a few shabby tile-roofed houses scattered beside the highway, covered with cobwebs and dust. It looks like no one has lived in them for a long time.
Suddenly, a shabby tiled house at the front of the highway suddenly lit up with a dim light, and then a broken wooden door was pushed open from the inside.
The people in the room seemed to have heard something, so they came out to investigate.
Wen Zhong wanted to see the figure clearly, but the rickshaw quickly ran past, leaving Wen Zhong no room to watch.
Then black smoke filled the air again, wrapping the rickshaw again. This time, not only the dilapidated tile-roofed houses, but also the highway disappeared, and Guitong's sight turned into darkness again.
"This black smoke is somewhat similar to a ghost land, and the shabby tile-roofed houses and this road look like another supernatural place. Is it possible that every time the scenery outside this rickshaw appears, it will be a supernatural place?"
Thinking of this, Wen Zhong couldn't help but feel a little creepy.