If Dahuang hadn't warned me not to be afraid before, I would have screamed. This thing was too scary. I obviously couldn't feel anyone on my shoulder and couldn't see it, but suddenly there was another shadow.
…
Could this be a ghost?
I quickly lowered my voice and asked Dahuang: "Dahuang, what is going on? There is a ghost squatting on my shoulder?"
Dahuang nodded and said, "Just pretend you don't know, don't look back, don't say too much, just go your own way."
Old Cat also quickly handed me the sandalwood and asked me to hold it in my hand.
Because Da Huang was standing behind me, his flashlight could always cast a shadow on me. As I walked, I looked down and saw that the shadow on my shoulder was always there, and his movements remained basically the same, twisting and turning.
It's twisted... very strange...
I was holding sandalwood in one hand and a flashlight in the other, and I was walking calmly, but the cold sweat on my back had already wet my clothes.
This road is not that far, but in my opinion it seems longer and more tiring than a marathon.
But it seemed that the sandalwood really worked. After a while, I saw that the shadow on my shoulder began to twist violently, and it seemed a little uncomfortable.
I was very happy and asked Dahuang: "Dahuang, look, is this ghost guy afraid of the sandalwood in my hand?"
Dahuang said: "Well, the sandalwood has worked. Master's sandalwood is agarwood, which is the most effective against evil spirits. I guess it won't be able to handle it after being smoked for a while."
I felt relieved and started to smoke it vigorously with sandalwood. After walking for a few more minutes, the black shadow gradually shrank and finally disappeared.
I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Dahuang, look, this shadow is gone."
Because I was too excited, I unconsciously turned around to look at Dahuang when I was talking, but as soon as I turned halfway, I suddenly saw a face behind me!
Because I only twisted half of it, I only saw half of my face. It was a bloodless face, with eyes like bull’s eyes, no eyebrows, and an upturned nose. It was very ugly, and the eyes were red.
of!
I was so frightened that I yelled "Ouch" and quickly put the sandalwood in my hand up. Then I turned around. Dahuang quickly came over to grab me and slapped me twice on the forehead.
I was already a little confused at the time, as if I was drunk, but as soon as I was slapped by the rhubarb, I immediately became energetic. I sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.
The old cat also came over, with a serious face, and said: "Lin Yang, what's the matter with you? I told you not to look back, why are you disobedient?"
I quickly said: "I'm sorry, I was so excited just now that I forgot..."
The old cat sighed and said: "You forgot... Do you know that if Dahuang hadn't acted in time, you would have been possessed by a ghost now?"
I quickly nodded and thanked Dahuang: "Thank you so much, I almost made things worse. By the way, where is the face I saw just now?"
Dahuang sighed and said: "That face should still be behind you now. Let's go quickly. If we get out of this mountain road, those things won't bother us."
I quickly got up and walked quickly.
We kept walking and finally walked out of this narrow and gloomy mountain road and onto the nearest highway.
The bus stop was not far away. We walked over and looked at the stop sign. There were very few buses at night. There was only one bus, No. 920.
Generally speaking, buses in suburban areas run every fifteen minutes, and buses at night should be even less frequent, probably between half an hour and an hour.
It was very cold in the mountains at night. Dahuang and I were so cold that we started stamping our feet. Only the old cat was still calm and stood silently on the sidelines showing off.
We waited for about forty minutes before the No. 920 bus slowly came over. When we saw the bus, we felt like we had seen a savior, so we hurriedly got on.
There were only three people on the bus, who looked like farmers. They were sitting sporadically at the back of the bus, all sleeping. The driver was an uncle in his forties, with a stubble on his face, a slovenly appearance, and a cigarette in his mouth.
As soon as I got in the car, I felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the car. It was cold and cold. Maybe it was because I had just hit a ghost and was still suffering from the sequelae.
The three of us chose a seat near the front and sat down. I asked Da Huang in a low voice: "Da Huang, ghost stories often say that night buses are haunted. Do you think this car is also haunted?"
Dahuang looked at me with contempt and said, "Don't scare yourself. There are so many ghosts. Do you think the ghosts are raised by your family? You bump into them wherever you go."
After hearing this, I felt a little more at ease. Unexpectedly, before Dahuang finished speaking, the old cat whispered: "Dahuang, you can't speak too early."
When I heard this, my calm heart became turbulent again.
The old cat said no more, but silently pointed to the rearview mirror in front of the car with his chin.
We could vaguely see through the rearview mirror that there was a passenger walking in the aisle at the rear of the bus. He was wearing a white shirt, but the white shirt was already a little dirty.
His behavior was very strange. He just walked back and forth in the aisle, but he didn't go very far. He only took three steps, then immediately turned around, walked back, took another three steps, turned around again, and walked in the opposite direction.
I found it a little strange. What on earth was this guy doing? He was wandering around on the night bus at night, and the driver didn't care.
However, the next words of the old cat made my heart tremble. He said: "Do you remember how many people were in the car when we came up?"
As soon as I heard this, I immediately recalled the scene when I got on the bus. Because there were not many people on the 920 bus, I had a panoramic view when I got on the bus. There were three passengers on the bus at that time.
, all lying on their seats and sleeping.
I immediately said: "Three people."
The old cat nodded and said, "Look in the rearview mirror again."
I looked up and immediately took a breath. I saw that there were indeed three people sitting at the back of the bus. All three of them were dressed as farmers and were sleeping soundly. But the person in the aisle who was walking back and forth in a white shirt...
Apparently the fourth person!
Since there were only three people on the bus when we got on, and no one else got on the bus except the three of us, where did this guy in a white shirt come from?
My scalp started to feel numb, and Dahuang took out the mahogany sword from his backpack. He asked the old cat in a low voice: "Master, should we kill him?"
The old cat shook his head and said: "It's better to do less than to do more. I don't think he has any ill intentions towards us."
Only then did Dahuang hold down the Taomu Sword, and then looked out the window pretending to be fine.
However, I didn't have as much concentration as Da Huang and Lao Mao, so I kept staring at the rearview mirror in front of the bus.
The man in white clothes in the rearview mirror is still walking back and forth inexplicably, but it seems that he does not mean any harm, because there are three sleeping people beside him. If he wants to get upper body or take Yang Yuan, then
There are three ready-made targets beside him.
The car didn't drive very fast on the mountain road. It took half an hour and only three stops.
At the fourth stop, I suddenly saw the man in a white shirt walking forward from the back of the car. He seemed to want to get off. Because I had caused trouble by turning back without authorization before, I didn't dare to look back at him, so I could only
Watch his every move through the rearview mirror in front of the car.
I saw him walking forward slowly, but his head was always lowered, so that I couldn't see his face clearly.
After a while, he had already walked out of the rearview mirror's field of view, and logically he should have walked right next to me. However, I only felt a dark wind coming, but I didn't see anyone around me.
What a surprise! Could it be that this guy can only be seen through the mirror, but I can’t see it with my naked eyes?
No wonder I didn't see him when I got in the car just now. It turns out that this guy is invisible to the naked eye!
But something even stranger happened. Logically speaking, we should not be able to see that person, but the driver opened the door, as if he knew that this guy we couldn't see was about to get out of the car.
After a while, the driver closed the door and continued driving silently.
I couldn't hold back my curiosity and immediately asked: "Master, how did you know that someone was about to get off the car just now?"
The driver lit up a cigarette, smiled, and looked back at me. I saw that he had smokey teeth and big yellow teeth. He didn't look like a ghost, nor did he look like an expert with yin and yang eyes.
He said: "The man who got off the car just now is not a human, but a ghost."
I was stunned. I didn't expect such a scary thing. The driver actually talked about it in an understatement.
I asked him: "Master, can you see him?"
The driver took a puff of cigarette and said: "You can't see it with your eyes, but you can see it in the mirror. There are so many mirrors and monitors in the car, you can find him at any one."
I couldn't help but admire the driver's courage and asked, "Aren't you afraid that there is a ghost in your car? You are so brave."
The driver took another puff of cigarette and said with a smile: "Afraid? Do you know what I'm most afraid of? Tell you, I'm most afraid of not having money... The night bus driver's salary is much higher than that of the day shift driver, and it's not because there are people on the night bus
These ghosts, what's so scary about dragging a few ghosts into the car just for money?"
At this point, the driver paused and said: "Actually, I was scared at first, but later I found out that these ghosts are quite honest, so I wasn't scared anymore. Anyway, they are not the kind of ghosts that can harm people.
Once you are familiar with it twice, you will no longer be afraid after driving it for a few years... If you really want to be brave, then the master who drives the subway in the city would be brave!"
When I heard this, the driver seemed to know a lot of inside information, so I quickly asked: "What's wrong with the subway driver? Master, can you tell us?"
The driver smiled, took a puff of cigarette, and said, "Okay, let's talk about it."