“When transporting goods to the carriages, our pipeline workers are not used.
It was the cargo owner who put the wooden boxes into the carriage one by one, and then those people worked in the carriage for a long time.
I wanted to go over and have a look, but I was stopped by people who said nothing to let me get close.
There was no one to escort the car, so I, the driver, couldn't get up to take a look. I became anxious at that time.
In the end, our director came over and gave me three hundred yuan."
Hearing 'Yang Wenlin' come around again, Zhuge Zhengqi immediately interrupted him and said:
"You've already said this, tell me about the gods."
'Yang Wenlin' doesn't know the origin of the ugly Taoist priest in front of him. He is on an equal footing with King Yama, so he is probably not a small person.
At that moment, 'Yang Wenlin' smiled at Zhuge Zhengqi and said:
"I accepted the director's money, but I still feel confident.
I thought that if they really smuggled some wild game, it would be fine, but if they transported white flour or something like that in my car, then I would be guilty of a big crime.
While their people were messing around in the car, I went to our director and the owner of the cargo to get in touch with me.
At first they both kicked me away, saying they had something to discuss.
Later, everything in the cargo compartment was almost arranged. The owner of the cargo got on the truck to check it in person, but our director didn't even come forward.
I stood secretly behind the director and heard him muttering to himself - Gods are really hard to serve.
I don’t know if Shenxian is a nickname, but our director really called him that.”
At this time, the big conductor took a pen and paper and said to the soul:
"Draw a picture of the cargo owner you mentioned, and don't mess around.
We will find out what the owner of the cargo looks like.
If it is found to be different from what you drew, boy - I will let you experience each of the eighteen levels of hell for ten or eight years."
After ‘Yang Wenlin’ gave a wry smile, he looked up at the big man and said:
"Uncle Gui Cha, it's not that I don't draw, it's that I really don't have the talent.
If I could really write and draw, I wouldn’t learn to drive a train.”
While talking, 'Yang Wenlin' picked up a paintbrush and drew a head on the paper, added a nose, and the eyes looked like a hungry ghost.
The big conductor glanced at 'Yang Wenlin' helplessly, then turned around with a smile and said to King Yama:
"Your Highness, among the ghosts in the four carriages, there is one who can draw.
I brought him over and asked 'Yang Wenlin' to dictate, and the ghost came to paint, you see."
"You have to ask me about this kind of thing."
King Yama showed a helpless expression, and then continued:
"You just make the decision. You have the final say in the car. I'm just a guest."
After a few polite words, the big man turned around and left the carriage.
After a while, he came back again carrying a short soul.
He threw this somewhat overwhelmed soul next to 'Yang Wenlin' and said:
"I'll give you a huge favor. If this damn ghost tells a person's appearance, you can draw this person.
As long as the people in the painting are the same, I will spare you a few levels of hell."
This soul looks much clearer than that of Yang Wenlin who just died.
He looked to be in his thirties or forties, with sparse hair and black-rimmed glasses on his nose.
Seeing such a good opportunity, Hunhun agreed again and again, then took the brush handed over by 'Yang Wenlin' and said:
"Let's start now. You tell me about that person's appearance, whether there are moles, birthmarks, tattoos, etc. on his face and body.
Is his face round, oval-shaped, or square?
What are the characteristics of eyebrows?”
Looking at the serious look of this little soul, how could there be any trace of the arrogance and domineeringness of other evil ghosts?
I was curious about how such a soul got on this train. When I was about to ask the big conductor about the origin of this soul, Long Gun, who was watching the excitement, spoke first and said:
"How did this gadget get in?
How did he die suddenly? His wife drugged him, or he accidentally fell into a heating well while walking."
The conductor didn't want to offend this dragon species. When he saw King Yama squinting his eyes and showing no intention of stopping him, he whispered:
"Don't look at this guy's honest nature, but he didn't beat him alone.
This thing is a serial killer who likes to kill little girls and boys.
In five or six years, he killed more than a dozen people, and was later captured by officials from the underworld.
He had done too many evil things and was supposed to live in a single room.
But the local earthquake destroyed the cell, so he was put together with other prisoners. Even the prisoners in the prison couldn't bear to look at him.
While he was sleeping at night, his fellow prisoners beat him to death.
The big conductor was telling the short 'painter' about his past crimes, as if this soul was not talking about him.
Still stroke by stroke, based on the dictation of 'Yang Wenlin', a portrait was drawn.
After seeing that the portrait was finished, the big conductor immediately sent the portrait to King Yama.
I don't know why, but since the little soul came in, I felt a little uncomfortable.
My heart felt like it was being held, and I felt like a disaster was imminent.
When the big conductor told about this man's experience, I didn't interrupt, I just watched every move of him and the soul of 'Yang Wenlin' on the side.
Just when the portrait was finished and everyone's attention was on the portrait, my eyes were still focused on these two souls.
The conductor took the portrait and walked towards King Yama. The little man's soul glanced at 'Yang Wenlin'.
Although 'Yang Wenlin' didn't say anything and the little soul instantly looked away, I still saw this scene clearly.
No, they have known each other for a long time!
Just when I was about to remind King Yama, the portrait in the big conductor's hand suddenly bounced out of his hand.
Then the portrait flew towards Jia Lan's soul, who was very close at hand!
At this moment, I understood instantly, what a nine-melody formation, what a female ghost, all this was a trap, just to get 'Yang Wenlin' on the bus, and then bring the short soul who got on the bus in advance.
The two of them didn't know what method they used to cast a magic spell on the paper. They were dealing with Jia Lan, who had nothing to do with them.
Just as the portrait was about to fly onto Jia Lan's face, King Yama sitting next to him sighed and said:
"Can you respect me, the King of Yama, for thinking that I am also dead?"
Just as he sighed, the portrait suddenly burned.
After the portrait caught fire, the speed dropped instantly.
Jia Lan's soul just tilted its head and avoided it easily.
Seeing that the spell he had practiced many times failed, the two souls jumped up from the ground. Just when they were about to pounce on Jia Lan, Long Gun flew up and kicked the two souls away.