If it were just a simple crowded Yan Zheng would be acceptable, after all, he had been used to it for so many years.

The problem is that all the people around him are not humans. He is wearing a shroud and pale face and swaying back and forth with a dead face. He is considered a normal ghost. At least he has a personal appearance. There are more ghosts, not even personal appearances.

The legs are just broken belly, half of the head...

Looking around, Yan Zheng felt like he was coming to the scene of a large car accident, only worse than the worst...

Looking around for a while, the freshness of the past was fresh, Yan Zheng looked back and looked at the ground of his feet without looking at the acre of three-point land. Although he was not afraid of ghosts, seeing too much bloody things could easily affect his appetite.

Therefore, Yan Zheng no longer looked up, but just leaned on his ears to pay attention to the arrival of the seven buses on bus No. 517 at any time.

As time passed by little while suffering, as soon as the voice prompt of the seven trains rang, Yan Zheng rushed to the car like a wild horse.

Along the way, there were so many curses.

"Blind? Look at me and knocked my head tilted, do you know!"

"Oh my intestines~ The one who got a thousand-killed knife pulled out my intestines. Please let me do it. Don't step on it. Let me tidy up my intestines~Oh~It hurts~oh~It hurts~oh~It hurts~"

...

Yan Zheng turned a blind eye, and rushed forward with his head in his mouth, and ran to the carriage to sit down before he felt relieved. At this time, he was surprised to find that there was an arm and two ears in his arms.

A nerve-wracking eyeball seemed to be pulled out directly from the eye socket. There was a slurry mixed with red and gray-white brain lobes hanging behind the complete eye nerve line.

While Yan Zheng was looking at the eyeball, the eyeball suddenly turned its black pupils and was rushing towards Yan Zheng, as if he was also looking at Yan Zheng!

Yan Zheng was so scared that he shuddered, and he hurriedly opened the car window and threw out a bunch of "parts" in his hand.

Just as he sat back on his seat, his chest was still scared, and a fluffy head suddenly appeared in front of Yan Zheng. Yan Zheng was still in a daze and sat on the chair. He pulled the distance away before Yan Zheng saw clearly that what he was in front of him was

A black bear spirit!

After breathing a sigh of relief, a nameless anger erupted in Yan Zheng's heart and said angrily: "Why don't you buy bear gall!"

When he responded to Yan Zheng's insulting words, the Black Bear Demon said without any response and said with a expressionless face: "Type!"

Yan Zheng muttered dissatisfiedly: "Didn't the ticket checked before getting on the bus? Why do you need to check it again!"

While throwing the ticket in his hand roughly to the Black Bear Spirit, the other party glanced at the ticket and then looked at Yan Zheng and said, "Why are you so anxious to run if you have a ticket? You are in a hurry to reincarnate!"

Yan Zheng...

Speechlessly, the other party turned around and continued to collect tickets for other passengers. Only then did Yan Zheng notice that the car was full of ghosts at some point.

With the mentality of being at peace since you have come, Yan Zheng found a seat by the window to sit down. He could not resist and could only enjoy it silently. The town said that he could feel the customs and customs of the underworld, so he would take a look at the scenery of the underworld on the way back.

The difference...

Yan Zheng thought indignantly in his heart, and looked at the ghost queuing outside the car and appeared in a daze. At this moment, Yan Zheng suddenly felt that being a ghost was more difficult than being a human being.

It is not easy to be a ghost, but you still have to abide by various rules and regulations, even more rigorous than when you are a human being. At least you don’t have to go to the eighteen levels of hell if you make mistakes, and don’t worry about your soul being lost. Human rights will be paid attention to in the world.

But no one talks about Gui Quan with you. After 18 years of death in the world, he is a hero again. If he dies in the world, he will really die and even a scum will not be left.

Therefore, Yan Zheng slowly discovered an interesting phenomenon, the ghosts in the station are more submissive than living people.

They all look like slaves from the old society, and they are extremely humble. They consciously line up and walk around, which makes people feel distressed.

It’s better to be a living person! Not only should you be a living person, but you should also be a good person. Even if you die, you should be a good ghost to reincarnate as soon as possible. Otherwise, like these ghosts, you would be timid and cautious, and you would be worse than death.

As Yan Zheng sighed, the car started slowly, and the scene in the Yin Realm was not as beautiful as Yan Zheng imagined. There was endless darkness outside the window of the car, and the thick fog was like the rotten capillaries of the lungs of a tuberculosis patient, condensed in the air.

It becomes a strand of black silk, flowing slowly.

The front of the car plunged into the thick fog, as if it plunged into layers of spider webs. The condensed fog hung on the car for a while before it drifted away.

It was like the whole car turned into a fast-running ghost, causing gray soul karma.

The edge of the sky is covered with blood-red mist, hanging in the cold and ink-like night.

The whistling of the wind is like a beast roaring at the moon with its head raised. This is a terrifying scene in the underworld. Although it is terrible, at least you can still distinguish the sky from the end here.

The car left the gates of hell and drove in the wilderness to despair.

Among the falling ruins, there was a looming monster of desire crawling. His breathing, greedy grin, and strange howlings intertwined together to gather the most terrifying sounds in the wilderness, which made Yan Zheng, the only person in the carriage shudder.

Suddenly, a monster of desire lies in the road rushed towards the bus.

With a loud bang, the car body shaking violently. The monster of desire that rushed up hit the front of the car directly, exploded into a ball, blurring the huge glass in front of the bus.

The driver calmly turned on the wiper and swept the minced flesh and limbs on the glass. Yan Zheng looked at the ghosts in the car in surprise. None of the ghosts felt scared, and there were not many emotional fluctuations on their faces. I don't know if they were used to it.

It's still death makes them numb.

The fragmented nightmare has just begun.

Along the way, Yan Zheng didn't know how many desire monsters the car had smashed and how many desire monsters it crushed. In short, the car was like driving on bumpy pieces of meat, with the huge collision sound and violent shaking becoming the main theme.

At the same time, the car was still traveling through the Yin and Yang realms, sending the ghosts going everywhere to the place they wanted to arrive. The dizziness caused by the continuous breakthrough made Yan Zheng dizzy all the way. After that, Yan Zheng didn't have much more.

Consciousness, except for nausea and headache, his body can no longer find the feeling of being a human being.

This feeling of a lonely boat in the stormy waves lasted for a long time, accompanied by a sour brake sound, the car suddenly stopped. Yan Zheng, who was confused, was not afraid of falling back into the car from his seat.

Yan Zheng got up in a daze, and what caught his eye was the expressionless zombie face of the Black Bear Spirit.

"You're at the station! Please get off!"
Chapter completed!