The world never stays for anyone, no matter what kind of identity and status you have, when you should die, you will still die. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I don't mean to talk to you about the impermanence of life, or to show off my shallow perception of life, but simply to explain one thing -- the old lady is dead.

When Isayama Qinghe was picking up his briefcase, when the college student couple couldn't extricate themselves from fear, the old lady, the old lady who had tried to save my life but failed, died quietly.

Of course, it is not surprising that the life of an elderly person can come to an end at any moment, but it is another matter to strangle himself to death.

Seven orifices bleed, and death did not blink - it seems to be similar to the appearance of Mr. Driver before, but compared to the way Mr. Driver had his head taken away, the way in which the old lady was sent to the grave with her own hands was unique.

So then again, what's the situation like now? The dead driver, and the old lady, two people have died on this bus, and they died mysteriously, because the ghosts, not because of people or anything else, because the whole world almost 100% did not believe in the existence of ghosts.

Because no one believed in the existence of ghosts, two people died on my bus home - like an irony.

Obviously, eighty percent of the remaining people are not spared.

So, what to do now?

Isayama Qinghe's behavior was strange, he didn't have any special actions because of the people who died here, if there was any, it could only be that the sorrow on his face became deeper and deeper, so deep that the action of rummaging through the briefcase had stopped.

I'm desperate, and it's impossible to see the hope for the future from him. After all, even though he is an onmyoji, he has almost no important demon removal props with him - it is difficult for me to understand this, but no matter how bizarre what has happened, I must admit the reality.

So who's next?

The college duo seems to be completely desperate, but in the face of the weight of fear, they subconsciously do even hopeless things - Miss Yukimi suppresses her crying and tries very hard to swallow the choked throat back into her stomach, and Yamada-kun is trying her best to control her trembling body, hoping that they can calm down and be as unobtrusive as possible - it is almost like a student in class facing the teacher's questioning, and everyone deceives themselves and does not look into the teacher's eyes.

But the facts tell me that when the teacher asks someone to get up to answer the question, even if you hide yourself in the blind corner of the teacher's sight and try your best not to attract attention, the teacher will have a chance to let you answer the question.

There are even maverick teachers who are more fond of such students.

If the female ghost is a teacher, she must be a maverick female teacher.

Why do you say that, because, the couple duo huddled together went crazy.

They seemed to suddenly feel that the lover they were hugging was actually a father-killing enemy for many years, not only glaring at each other with hideous faces, but also stretching out their hands that had been hugged tightly and tightly choking each other's necks.

Enemies of life and death, once intimate lovers have become enemies of life and death, strangled each other to death.

It's more like sarcasm than the bad taste of female ghosts.

Isayama had already gone up to help at the same time as he noticed the anomaly.

With a sad face, he seems to have cast some small spells, but unfortunately there are no props, so it has no effect, and he wants to pull away the couple who are fighting for life and death, but he finds that he is not strong enough... It's not that he doesn't have enough strength, it's that the strength of those two people is too great, and I've never seen a human who can twist someone's neck off in just a few seconds.

That's right, the necks of the two people were twisted off by each other, and they broke at the same time, and their hideous heads fell on the bus, and the steel floor was smashed, and they reluctantly let out two "dong" moans.

The college student couple duo, Jun Yamada and Miss Yukimi, died at the hands of each other, at the hands of the person they loved the most.

Is this ironic?

No.

"Yin! Yang! Division! ”

Obviously, this is the revenge of the oni against him, and after he says something like "die at the front", the female ghost takes revenge on Isayama.

Although I don't know exactly what it's like to be locked in a small box, judging from the female ghost's hatred for Isayama, it's definitely not a paradise inside.

"Gurgle... Giggle..."

The female ghost is like a in heat:

"Giggle !!" -- With such a strange scream, he hung his body upside down from the roof of the bus, pulling it out little by little.

Its previous human-like image has vanished, replaced by a gecko-like grotesque appearance, crawling on the roof of a car, its neck curled and hovering like a snake.

"Onmyoji! Dead and dead! ”

The female ghost screamed in her mouth, but she lunged at me like lightning—it was an exaggeration, but at least it was a speed that was difficult for the human eye to see.

But Isayama arrived just in time to get in front of me, and he held his briefcase high and stopped the female ghost's blow, at the cost of the spirit of the briefcase.

"Before I die..."

Isayama Qinghe's violent panting echoed in the car, and it seemed that the blow he had just blocked was not just as simple as the briefcase being smashed to pieces.

"Try to escape."

Escape? Where to escape? Where can you escape in a closed bus?

I knew Isayama wanted to buy time for my life, but it didn't seem like a good idea.

There are two kinds of good ideas, one is a good idea and the other is a stupid idea that works.

Isayama's proposal is not on either side.

It is impossible to escape.

Only me and Isayama are left, and the others have already gone to Huangquan, and the female ghost has no magnanimity at all, vowing to kill us all.

The female ghost misses the first blow, and the second attack is immediately launched, and the target is still me, and Isayama is still in front of me.

Bang!!

Knocked away.

I distinctly saw Isayama's sad figure flying past me, smashing a few seats and crashing into the wall at the back of the car.

Bang!!

It was the sound of him falling from the wall to the steel floor like a dead dog.

Motionless.

It's not that he's silent and motionless before, but he can't move at all if he wants to.

Does it hurt? Hurt! It hurts to look at, and the wounds on Isayama's body are transmitted to my brain only through my eyes, and I seem to be able to empathize with the unforgettable pain.

Why?

Obviously, it's just a meeting in Pingshui, even if it is for you to pass by, even if it is the grace of dripping water that the ancients talked about, it is enough to repay me, and it can even be said that the entire river is returned to me.

Does it have to be like this?

Even if you have lost the strength to breathe, why do you have to force yourself to stand up?

……

"Do you know what kind of monster you are most afraid of encountering?"

When he was dying, the mountains and rivers seemed to ring in his ears the experience that the master had imparted.

"Whether it's a ghost or a monster, generally speaking, the purer the more terrifying. In other words, most of those who are proficient in 'spirit' attacks have little impact on reality, while eighty percent of those who are good at physics are not very good at mastering 'spirits'. ”

"All in all, it's hard for a monster to be powerful at both, only the simpler it is, the more powerful it is."

"What if you meet two monsters that you're good at? What should I do? ”

"Of course it's an escape, how far and how far to escape."

How far to escape, how far to escape... Is it?

'Master, what should I do when I can't escape?' You haven't told me yet. ’

Isayama Qinghe stood up and rushed in front of me from the back of the car, once again blocking the attack of the female ghost for me.

Boom!!

I'm almost dead.

Looking at Isayama, who had fallen again, I sighed.

The hands have long been broken, the chest cavity is exposed, the heart can be seen beating hard, the small intestine, large intestine, spleen and stomach are hung on the blue plastic seats, why is it not dead?

His consciousness was still awake, and his distorted coffee-colored suit was like a spring soaked in blood, and his face was finally no longer a sad expression, but more haunting... A look of pain.

It is impossible for the body that is already like that to be used as a support for action, and the face that has been in pain like that seems to express a strong desire to die is not as good as death.

Liberated? If it's what you wish.

Thinking like this, I stomped on Isayama Qinghe's head.

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Can you break 30 in your collection today? Probably... No.