The path is winding and rugged, the surrounding trees are swaying in the darkness, and the owl at night is staring at the wind and grass in the forest with its gloomy eyes.
If there is a mouse wandering through the forest, I believe the owl will be happy to spread its wings and kill it.
"This shabby place is really unchanging and weird." Lin Qian sighed inwardly as he looked at the dark and lifeless supernatural place.
Walking on the path, Lin Qian looked at the surging darkness ahead, took out an old notebook from his pocket, opened it and looked at it. After making sure that there was no problem with the path he was walking, Lin Qian put the notebook down.
Went back.
"It's almost here. I'm looking forward to what the buses of this era will look like. They probably won't be modern. After all, there is no such thing in this era."
Lin Qian glanced at the forest full of people and didn't pay too much attention to those ghosts. It was normal for ghosts to appear in supernatural places, so there was no need to make too much of a fuss.
The dim paths, the eerie woods, and the haunting chirping of birds all herald something ominous.
At the end of the path, a dim light appeared. Lin Qian squinted his eyes. Although the light was dim, it was still dazzling when it hit other people's eyes.
"What the hell? Even my eyes were irritated." Just when Lin Qian was wondering what kind of light it was, a strong wind pressure hit from the front, followed by an unparalleled force.
Stab! Bang!
There was a loud screeching sound of brakes and a crash.
"Damn, the ghost stopped the car!"
"Damn it, this is such a bad luck."
"What nonsense, get out of the car quickly, the car is going to stall!"
The dim lights began to go out, and a few curses sounded.
In the darkness not far away, Lin Qian shook his head and stood up from the ground with some dizziness. He looked at the bus in front of him. The bus in front of him was very old. The old bus here did not refer to its appearance.
It looks old, but it refers to the bus style.
The bus standing in front of Lin Qian's eyes now has some big tires, the glass on the window is dark yellow, and the style is a single-sided push-pull type.
The word "car" is written in red paint on the outer shell of the bus. You can see the driver at a glance from the front of the bus. The shape of the front of the bus is very unique.
The buses from the 1930s of the Republic of China look really old.
Lin Qian patted the dust on his clothes and looked at the bus up and down. At first glance, the sense of age was really strong, giving people the illusion that he had returned to that era.
Uh...it seems like he is in this era now.
At this moment, the bus had stalled and the carriage was shrouded in darkness, but even so, Lin Qian could still see the driver in the driving seat.
The empty and lifeless expression showed that it was a fierce ghost.
"It's quite scary that a ghost is actually the bus driver in this era." Lin Qian stared at the ghost driver and touched his chin, with a strange look in his eyes.
He suddenly had the urge to eat this ghost, but he just didn't know if eating this fierce ghost would stop the bus from moving.
And just when Lin Qian was thinking about eating this fierce ghost and the bus still couldn't move, a voice suddenly came from the side of the bus: "I went, I stood up immediately after being hit by the bus, this thing is so vicious!"
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"What a bastard! She's really fierce."
"What should we do now? Wait, that thing is coming this way!"
"Huh?! Here we come! So let's just hide in the woods while we knitting, and wait until the bus lights up again before coming back. Otherwise, with our little strength, can we beat it?"
"That makes sense!"
Lin Qian listened to the footsteps coming from the darkness and the sound of leaves being pushed aside. The corner of his mouth twitched. Looking at the figures disappearing into the darkness, Lin Qian thought for a while and did not chase them.
He didn't have time to trouble these people, he had to finish his own thing.
Coming to the side of the bus, which is the direction of the door, the door is also very old. It is the style of folding door. In modern times, some buses in mountainous areas still use this kind of door.
Lin Qian was no stranger to this.
The car door is closed now, and the darkness inside is very thick. Looking from the outside, the ominous feeling still rushes straight into his soul.
Buses in this era were much scarier than modern buses. Lin Qian looked at the seats in the carriage. There were almost forty seats, which was a lot more than modern buses.
"Have modern buses been demolished?" Lin Qian looked at those seats with some confusion.
Based on the comparison of seats and terror levels of buses from the two eras, it is obvious that the buses from the Republic of China period were stronger.
"It's such a confusing and crotchless era." Lin Qian muttered in her heart.
In a dark world, winding roads, gloomy woods, and a bus parked on the side of the road, this scene is as weird as possible.
Ignoring the vague glances from the woods, Lin Qian mentally calculated the time for the bus to restart. When the engine roared, Lin Qian's timer ended.
"Two minutes, one minute less than a modern bus. It's really a different bus." Lin Qian's expression moved slightly as he listened to the steady sound of the engine that was like phlegm in an old man's throat.
The dim lights came on, and the lights in the bus began to recover one by one. The door suddenly opened, and a cold feeling rushed out from the car.
The lights inside the carriage were even dimmer than the lights outside. Lin Qian walked directly onto this bus with a very contemporary look without hesitation.
Entering the carriage, Lin Qian saw clearly this time that there were a total of forty-nine seats in the carriage, including the driver's seat, a total of fifty.
The Tianyuan is fifty, the Dayan is forty-nine, and people get one of them. This has a really good meaning.
Lin Qian glanced at the driver. The ghost driver, with a numb expression and empty eyes, was sitting quietly in the driver's seat, motionless. It seemed that it had no intention of charging Lin Qian's fare.
Lin Qian didn't pay much attention to the driver and found a seat to sit down. There was no sign on the bus, but there was a passenger counter.
It is a counter made of yellow paper. The number on it at the moment is three. The number three is written on the yellow paper with blood-red paint.
The paint soaked into the yellow paper, leaving winding and twisted traces on it.
"Are the three ghosts in the car?" Lin Qian looked at the driver and then at the empty seats, and felt a little clearer.
He is a fierce ghost, the bus driver is a ghost, and there is another one hidden in the bus itself. This one is probably the one in modern buses.
Looking at the counter, Lin Qian felt the urge to take it away again. Something that could record the real-time number of ghosts was really eye-catching.
The seats on this bus are not very comfortable to sit on. I don’t know what they are made of, and they feel a bit harsh on your buttocks when you sit on them.
The engine was still roaring, and the sound of spitting up phlegm in the throat sounded really uncomfortable. Lin Qian pushed up his glasses, and through the yellow glass, he could see three men in Republican costumes quickly
Run this way.
The sound insulation effect in the carriage was not good, so Lin Qian easily heard the conversation of the three people while they were running.
"I'm so sorry, there is actually a hanged ghost in the woods. It's so suspenseful. I'm so surprised that I almost didn't get hanged in there."
"Shut up first. Damn you, you actually ran out alone when something happened. Didn't the three of us agree to form an alliance? Why are you trying to trick me to death?"
Looking at the two people running in front, the middle-aged man at the end had a dark face: "Can you wait for me? Why are you running so fast!"
"Nonsense, why don't you run so fast and get killed by that thing behind you?" A person looked back and in the darkness behind him, a ghost with an old hemp rope around his neck was walking in the direction of the bus.
Come.
Seeing this scene, the man ran away faster.
Lin Qian looked at the fierce ghost. From the car window, it looked very similar. He could only see a figure clearly, but his specific appearance was not clear.
"The Hanged Ghost, that's the right name."
Looking at the old hemp rope being dragged, the blood stains on it were obvious. Looking at the neck of the person running at the front, you could see a circle of purple bruises.
It seemed that he was really attacked. This person's luck was worse than the other two.
"I'm so excited, I'm finally here."
The first person to run onto the bus was holding on to a seat, breathing heavily, looking like he was surviving the disaster.
"You guys, don't block my way."
Immediately afterwards, the next person ran up, pushed away the panting person in front of him, found a seat without hesitation, and sat down.
Then came the person who ran at the end. He ran onto the bus, swallowed, and did not look at the person who was pushed away. He also found a seat and sat down.
"What the fuck, these two unreasonable guys." The man grunted, but after he glanced behind him, he quickly found a seat and sat down.
He touched his neck with some lingering feelings.
The door of the bus closed slowly, and the evil ghost got on the bus before the door closed completely.
Wow.
The sound of turning pages of paper sounded. Lin Qian looked up at the counter. The three before had turned into four, which was almost the same as before. There were blood-red traces on the twisted numbers.
As the door closed and the bus started to move, Lin Qian looked at the scenery outside the window that was starting to reverse, and her eyes became deep.
The hanged man who got on the bus found a seat nearby and sat down. The light in the car dimmed a little, and as the bus started, a line of red writing slowly appeared on the windshield in front of the bus.
Next stop: Ghost Garden
The handwriting was hideous and twisted, and a faint smell of blood filled the carriage. Lin Qian's expression moved slightly. This bus seemed to have more functions.
"It's really interesting. How about a ghost tour?" Lin Qian looked at the darkness in front of the bus and became interested in this era.