"Yes. Huang Xiaolong smiled and took out a pack of nephrite streams with a few cigarettes left in his pocket, took out one, and handed it to the middle-aged male ghost in red.

The middle-aged man in red took the cigarette, looked at it, and frowned. "Yuxi? What brand is this? Big brother, you can't be a fake cigarette, right? We used to smoke Baxi, White Cat, Big Earl, Earth Feige......

What the middle-aged man in red said was a cigarette brand that had long been discontinued.

"Love to smoke or not, not to pump down. Huang Xiaolong glared at the middle-aged man in red.

"Don't~~ Big brother, don't get angry..."The middle-aged male ghost in red smiled sadly, then took the cigarette from Huang Xiaolong's hand, lit it with a ghost fire, and didn't smoke it, but sniffed the smoke greedily.

"Ahh This cigarette is really exciting to smoke..."The middle-aged male ghost in red praised repeatedly.

Immediately, it took out a 1,000 denomination and handed it to Huang Xiaolong. "Big brother, your cigarettes are so good to smoke, sell them to me......"

"Take it. To you. Huang Xiaolong casually threw the remaining small half bag of nephrite brook to the middle-aged male ghost in red.

"Ouch, big brother, you are really generous!" The middle-aged man in red took it with a dazzling smile, and was even more enthusiastic about Huang Xiaolong, "Big brother, which station are you going to." ”

Huang Xiaolong's heart moved, and he smiled. "Terminal. ”

"Uh~~~~" The middle-aged man in red shuddered for a moment and said in shock. "Big brother... You... You're talking about the urban village station?"

"Heh~~ No. Huang Xiaolong shook his head. "Urban Village Station, not the terminal station, what I am talking about is the next stop. ”

The middle-aged male ghost in red suddenly changed his expression, and in his ghost eyes, a look of extreme fear and trembling heart flashed.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Huang Xiaolong laughed.

"No... It's nothing... It's nothing..."The middle-aged man in red shook his head again and again.

"Have you been to the next stop of the Urban Village Station?" asked Huang Xiaolong.

"I don't know! I haven't been! I don't know anything! Don't ask me! Cigarettes... I... I'll give it back to you!" The middle-aged male ghost in red threw the nephrite stream that Huang Xiaolong had given him back to Huang Xiaolong, and then walked away quickly.

"Big wife, you see, even the ghost in red is afraid of the last stop... Things are getting more and more interesting, and they are getting more and more interesting..."Huang Xiaolong smiled at Song Yuru.

"Little Dragon... You... You're really a little bored... You're chatting with ghosts so vigorously... Also, where even the ghosts are afraid, you actually say... Say it's fun..."Song Yuru was speechless.

That's when —

Bang dang ~ Bang dang ~ ~ Bang dang......

The sound of the train shuttling on the tracks sounded, and I saw a sudden light in the subway tunnel, and then a subway drove into the station from one side of the tunnel at a slow speed.

The ghosts waiting on the platform lined up very well, ready to get on the train.

Huang Xiaolong took Song Yuru's hand and lined up quietly.

The subway enters the station, stops, the indicator lights up, and the doors open.

Ghosts swarmed up.

Huang Xiaolong also took Song Yuru to step into a carriage.

I saw that in the carriage, there were already many ghosts standing on the train in front of them, and the seats were already full, and Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru had no choice but to stand.

Song Yuru wrapped her hands around Huang Xiaolong's waist and leaned her head on him, not daring to look at it with her eyes closed.

Huang Xiaolong looked at the ghosts in this carriage with great interest.

Hanged ghosts, drowned ghosts, sustained ghosts, starved ghosts, burned ghosts......

There are all kinds of ghosts.

Some even took their heads off and combed their hair with a comb.

There are also knitters, chatterers, mahjong players, landlords, and readers......

Nima, this is no different from taking the subway during the day.

It's just that every carriage is full of ghosts, so that the subway is extremely cloudy, and it is as cold as if it is winter.

"In front of the train is Lujiacun Station, and there are passengers who get off at Lujiacun Station, please prepare in advance. ”

The sound of the radio sounded, and at the same time, on the car door, where it should have been a map prompt, a very complex text appeared, a bit like a seal character, but it was more difficult than the seal character.

Huang Xiaolong was able to read the words.

This is - Death!

It is a lost ancient language in China, which is a kind of writing that communicates with the dead, and it is also a very complex language, which is different from seal script.

In the xia@ Shang Dynasty, some people could speak the text, and there was writing during the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, but the people who knew it were a single biography, and only a few people could read and write. It was basically lost in the Song Dynasty!

These inscriptions do not write anything else, mainly to remind the station name of each station, so as not to let the ghosts on the train sit at the station and get off the wrong train.

The subway is moving rapidly, the carriage is a little shaky, the light is dim, except for Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru, all the people on the car are ghosts, this taste is still quite sour.

As in the daytime subway, when the train arrives at the station, it stops, and some ghosts get off the train, and some ghosts pour into the carriage from the platform, which is quite orderly.

At a stop in front of the urban village station, three hideous yellow-clothed ghosts suddenly rushed up!

It happened to be in the carriage where Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru were.

At this moment, the other ghosts in the carriage were like mice seeing cats, and they kept shrinking, with a frightened expression in their eyes, and those who had seats stood up one after another to give up their seats.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple...

The yellow-clothed ghost, at the level of the ghost, can be regarded as a relatively ferocious, blazing yin, and relatively strong ability.

The three yellow-clothed ghosts sat arrogantly in this carriage, and in this carriage, the yin qi was even more terrifying, forming a hurricane-like yin wind, whistling and blowing, the temperature in the carriage dropped a lot, and it was extremely cold.

Woo~~Woo~~Woo~~~~~~

The wind is howling.

Impressively!

The "Ghost Qi Talisman" that Huang Xiaolong attached to Song Yuru's back was actually directly blown up by the yin wind and floated in the carriage.

Next second!

Rumble~~~~~~~~~~

On Song Yuru's body, the yang energy that was shielded and the anger of the people suddenly spread out unscrupulously!

~~~~~The first thing to smell this trace of human breath was the three yellow-clothed ghosts, who all raised their heads in unison, and their faces full of cracks and broken flesh were full of endless evil energy, but the color of greed appeared!

Next!

The whole carriage was quiet!

The group of ghosts stopped whispering and chatted, and looked at the source of yang qi - Song Yuru!

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