The carriage was very quiet, and a strange atmosphere was slowly building up. Zhang Hao looked at the bride walking slowly, with a look of horror on his face, and his eyes were full of despair. He really believed in ghosts now, and it was not scientific.
Believe, but believe physically.
Looking at the fluttering wedding dress, Zhang Hao huddled under the car window, his body trembling constantly, and he covered his mouth tightly with his hands to prevent him from making any sound.
Zhang Hao looked at the bride walking towards her, her child's hole expanding and shrinking. This was a situation that would only occur when the fear reached the extreme. He was afraid that the bride was coming to find him. Lin Qian just said that whether he would survive or not would depend on his luck.
Zhang Hao felt that he was not very lucky, otherwise he would not have encountered such a thing. Looking at the bride walking slowly, Zhang Hao's heart was in his throat, and he kept praying in his heart that the bride would not sit next to him.
I don’t know if his prayers worked, but something lucky happened. The bride did not stop in front of Zhang Hao, but walked directly past him and stood in front of Lin Qian. Seeing this scene, Zhang Hao’s eyes were filled with tears.
A flash of surprise flashed through his mind, and he survived...
Compared with Zhang Hao's surprised mood, Lin Qian's mood was a bit complicated. Looking at the motionless bride standing in front of him, Lin Qian wanted to say:
"Elder brother, we don't know each other. I'm not your groom. Go away and don't come over..."
But Lin Qian knew that even if he said it, it would not have any effect. Ghosts have no emotions.
Looking at the bright wedding dress, Lin Qian looked at the old woman in silence, and after a while she said:
"Mother-in-law, is there anything I can do? I can't get the bride now..."
The old woman turned her head slightly and looked at the bride standing next to her:
"Young man, there's nothing I can do about this. It's too vicious. If it was still a mummy, I could help you solve it. But now it's not possible..."
Lin Qian was silent, then looked down at Coco, and found that Coco was looking at the bride with a surprised look on her face, as if she was seeing a relative she hadn't seen for a long time.
At this time, the bus door had closed and the bus started to start. As the bus started, the bride moved, passed directly over Lin Qian, and sat next to Lin Qian.
The scenery outside the window began to recede. Lin Qian looked at the bride next to him with a pale face, while Coco looked happy, pulling Lin Qian's clothes and looking up at Lin Qian:
"Dad, mom is back."
Lin Qian: "..."
Old woman: "..."
Yang Jian: "..."
Zhang Hao: "???"
Everyone was speechless. The old woman looked at Coco in Lin Qian's arms and the corners of her mouth twitched:
"Young man, why did you bring her out..."
Yang Jian looked at Lin Qian, a strange color flashed in his eyes:
"Lin Qian, I didn't expect you to have such a good time..."
Lin Qian looked at Yang Jian with a dark face:
"Mr. Yang, please be careful when walking at night..."
Looking at the innocent and cute Coco, Lin Qian felt very complicated. He had been guessing whether Coco's mother would be the bride, but now he understood everything.
Coco looked at Lin Qian and saw that Lin Qian was silent. Coco's mouth started to open:
"Dad, do you dislike mom anymore?"
As Coco said these words, Lin Qian fell silent. He looked down at Coco, and the corners of his mouth twitched. After being silent for a long time, Lin Qian took a deep breath before speaking:
"Keke, it's mom who may not like dad, so it's not that dad doesn't like mom..."
Well, it's really not that I don't like it, but that I'm afraid...
When Coco heard this, she immediately became unhappy:
"Dad is lying, but mom likes dad very much. Look, dad, mom has reached out to hold dad's hand."
As he spoke, he pointed at the bride's outstretched hand. Upon hearing this, Lin Qian's scalp felt numb. He turned around and looked at the bride. It was exactly as Coco said. The bride had already stretched out her hand.
In less than a second, the bride's hand had already grabbed Lin Qian's hand, without even giving Lin Qian a chance to react. If it was just holding hands, it would be nothing. After all, this was on a bus, and the bride had nothing to do.
Take action.
But the bride actually leaned directly on Lin Qian's shoulder. Lin Qian's whole body felt bad. Looking at the slightly swaying red hijab, Lin Qian's eyes were deep.
"I'm afraid I'm going to die here today? I'm still on the bus. If I get off the bus, won't I just die in the cold?"
The moment the bride came closer, Lin Qian felt the ghost paintings and ghost blood in her body being pulled. Maybe it was because she was on the bus. This feeling was very slight, and she wouldn't have noticed it if she didn't feel it carefully.
Coco looked at the approaching bride, with a smile on her face. She stood up from Lin Qian's arms and threw herself directly into the bride's arms. Lin Qian watched Coco throw herself at her, but did not stop her and could not stop her.
Yang Jian, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked at Lin Qian's appearance at this moment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. If he hadn't known what was going on, at first glance, he would have thought that this was a family of three.
"Lin Qian, what's the situation? Is there any way?"
Lin Qian looked at Coco who was holding the bride's neck, her eyes flashed red, and she looked up at Yang Jian:
"The situation is not good. If we don't find a way to get away from the bride, once the bus stalls, we will all die!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Jiantong shrank fiercely:
"Will the bus stall on this trip?"
Yang Jian is not a fool, he knows what the bus stalling means now. Once the bus stalls, Lin Qian will be the first to die, and then everyone in the bus, except Coco, will be killed by the bride.
When the old woman heard the news, her expression changed:
"Young man, at which stop will the bus stall?"
The old woman didn't doubt that what Lin Qian said was true or false. This young young man had made a deal with Guijian, so it was normal for him to know when the bus stalled. Even if he didn't know it through Guijian, it might be through the young man named Yang Jian.
knew.
She knew that Yang Jian was carrying human skin paper, and she knew about it.
Lin Qian looked out the window, feeling the changes in her body, and felt solemn:
"Four stops, four stops at most. This is when there are no ghosts blocking the bus. If there is a ghost blocking the bus, the bus will stop immediately."
As Lin Qian told the exact time, Yang Jian's expression changed uncertainly, but the old woman's expression regained some composure:
"Four stops? That's enough. I'll get off in two stops at most..."
Lin Qian: "..."
Yang Jian: "..."
Lin Qian and Yang Jian both looked at the old woman, but the old woman didn't care at all:
"Hey, young man, it's better for you young people to resolve the matter. The old woman is old and she really can't stand the trouble anymore."
"Mother-in-law, you can't say that. You, the older generation, should give more help to us juniors who are not living up to expectations, otherwise it will be very difficult for us juniors."
Yang Jian looked at the old woman and said with a bit of toothache.
Lin Qian looked at the old woman, her eyes flickered a little, and she gritted her teeth and said to the old woman:
"Mother-in-law, as long as you help us survive this death today, I can guarantee that when you die, Yang Jian and I will personally help you deal with your funeral affairs, and we will never let your evil ghost cause harm to the world."
When the old woman heard this, she suddenly fell silent. She turned to look at Lin Qian, her eyes thoughtful. After being silent for a while, the old woman spoke:
"Young man, you are very good, but are you sure you can do it?"
Lin Qian nodded, very confident:
"I can't defeat the bride, just because I have mastered the ghost painting, and I think I can do it to handle your funeral..."
Yang Jian looked at Lin Qian, and his eyes flickered when he heard what Lin Qian just said. Lin Qian said that he was going with him to help the old woman handle the funeral arrangements. Although he was a little unsure what Lin Qian meant, he knew that it was not the case now.
When it comes to tearing things down.
The old woman looked at Lin Qian and nodded slightly:
"Young man, the old woman promised you that when you get to the next stop, your mother-in-law will help you block the bride for three minutes so that she can't get off the bus, which is the time when the bus stops. If you don't break away from the bride's hand at this time,
Then you deserve to die."
Lin Qian looked at the old woman, nodded and said solemnly:
"Don't worry, I have a way."
Zhang Hao, who was sitting behind Lin Qian, seemed at a loss when listening to what they said. Although he didn't understand what they were saying, he cleverly captured some information from Lin Qian's words. It seemed that it wouldn't take long.
There will be problems with the bus and it will be very dangerous.
Zhang Hao looked at Lin Qian, the bride leaning against Lin Qian, and Coco holding the bride's neck. He swallowed and gritted his teeth:
"We'll see what they do later. As soon as they get off the bus, I will follow them. These people named Lin Qian and Yang Jian must not be ordinary people, otherwise they wouldn't know so much."
Zhang Hao made up his mind that as long as he saw Lin Qian in action, he would follow them. He knew that if he wanted to survive today, he had to follow them, otherwise he would die without knowing how.
Just like those friends of his, they didn't even have a chance to run back to the bus and died inexplicably. If he hadn't reacted quickly and ran away quickly, he might have had to accompany them.
After Lin Qian saw the old woman agreeing, she looked at Coco who was pulling the bride's hijab. The corners of her eyes twitched twice. She felt the condition of her body and said to Coco:
"Keke, stop pulling on mom's hijab. You'll get off the bus with dad later. Mom still has some things to do. Dad will take you to play with mom in the future, okay?"
Hearing Lin Qian's words, Keke was a little disappointed. She looked at her mother and felt a little reluctant. She hugged the bride's neck. After Keke rubbed her face with her little face, she returned to Lin Qian from the bride's arms:
"Mom, when dad is free, Coco will come to see you."
While speaking and waving her little hands, Lin Qian looked at all this, silently, with lowered eyes. Looking at the raised hijab, Lin Qian clearly saw the bride's beautiful appearance and her empty, lifeless eyes.
.
Yang Jian looked at all this with a solemn expression. He took out a small gold bag from his pocket, took out the ghost rope inside, hung it directly on his waist, and was ready to follow Lin Qian out of the car at any time.
The old woman looked at the ghost rope that Yang Jian took out, with a flash of surprise in her eyes. After looking at it for a few more times, she stopped paying attention.
Lin Qian looked at the bride holding his hand and felt a little headache. He looked at the scenery outside the window and roughly estimated the time when the bus would stop:
"Ten minutes to twenty minutes, when the bus stops, I have to break free from the bride's hand."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian glanced at the back row, where there were still two people sleeping with their faces covered with hats. Looking at these two people, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes:
"Xu Feng and Lin Bei, I don't know if there is anything special about them, but there probably isn't. According to the description in the original book, these two people are just a little bit more special than the ghosts controlled by Lin Bei."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian withdrew his gaze and stopped distracting them. He looked at Yang Jian, thought for a while and said to Yang Jian:
"Yang Jian, look in the work box in the driver's seat to see if there is a photo. If there is, bring it to me."
When Yang Jian heard this, he was a little confused, but he still did it. He lowered his head and rummaged through the tool box for a while, and actually found a photo in it.
Looking at this photo, Yang Jian became even more confused. The photo was of Lin Qian himself, and Lin Qian was the only one on it.
"Lin Qian, you posted this photo?"
Lin Qian looked at the photo in Yang Jian's hand, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and nodded:
"Well, I put it in when I took the bus for the first time. Give it to me first. I have some use for it."
Hearing what Lin Qian said, Yang Jian didn't ask anything, got out of the driver's seat, walked up to Lin Qian, handed the photo to Lin Qian, and looked at the bride leaning on Lin Qian's shoulder.
Yang Jian's eyelids twitched:
"Lin Qian, do you think this bride has a crush on you? Otherwise, why would she keep chasing you?"
Lin Qian took the photo and glanced at Yang Jian:
"Yang Jian, this is not the way to gloat over misfortunes. Be careful if I let you attend a wedding in the future..."
Yang Jian looked at Lin Qian's smiling face, the corners of his mouth twitched, and without saying anything, he turned around and returned to the driver's seat.
Looking at Yang Jian leaving, Lin Qian didn't care. He picked up the photo and felt how supernatural it was:
"It's still a little short of the mark and needs something to make up for it."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian's eyes turned slightly, and she asked Coco to hold the photo and gently swiped it with one hand that could only move. A drop of blood appeared on the photo. This was ghost blood.
The moment the ghost blood appeared on the photo, the photo began to change. The ghost blood seeped into the photo, and a blood-red photo appeared in Coco's hand.
Taking the photo from Coco's hand, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes, feeling the supernatural intensity of the photo at the moment, and frowned:
"It's still not enough."
Looking at the blood-red photo in his hand, Lin Qian turned to look at the old woman and asked directly:
"Old lady, can you give me a scapegoat?"
The old woman looked at the photo in Lin Qian's hand, her cloudy eyes flickered, and she gave Lin Qian a deep look. Without saying anything, she took out a somewhat worn doll from the basket she carried with her and handed it to Lin Qian.
thousand.
Lin Qian looked at the doll nailed with nails, reached out to take it, thanked him, and without hesitation, wrapped the photo directly around the body of the surrogate doll.
The moment the photo was wrapped up, the surrogate doll began to tremble. Upon discovering this, Lin Qian's eyes narrowed, a flash of joy flashed, and she stretched out her hand to hold the doll: