I stared at the sparse flesh and blood in the back half of the carriage, and I always felt that Zhong Mei's woman was not so easy to die.

And that delicate-long and small woman, since she dares to chase and kill Zhong Mei, she must also have hole cards.

Zhong Mei can be slashed and killed by the glass obsession, it's okay, she can't die after an office worker, how can someone who can hunt her down die so easily?

"It hurts, it hurts, it almost kills, it almost kills me, it almost gives you a complete account in this place." In the flesh, a figure slowly crawled out of the flesh.

At first, she was still a blur of flesh and blood, with only a slender palm.

As the palm of the hand gradually stretched out, the flesh and blood began to intertwine, gradually forming an upper body with very obvious female features.

Then she pressed her hands on the flesh and pulled her head out of the flesh with a forceful pull.

Is there really a resurrection?

I don't believe that if people can really be resurrected at will, then why would Scarlet Round Table build such a game world? Play a fart.

From the moment the lights shone on the carriage, I was paying attention to the pile of flesh.

From now on, I didn't even dare to blink my eyes, just to see the real thing, hidden in the shadows of everyone's eyes.

"Wasting my aunt and grandmother a substitute for a dead doll, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn Zhong Mei......"

In the midst of the rolling of flesh and blood, the voice of the Linglong woman sounded, and she really did not die.

"Brush"

The small woman also came out of the flesh, which was different from Zhong Mei's movements.

No sooner had her head been pulled out of the flesh than she jerked to her feet, blood dripping from her body like a piece of scarlet armor.

Zhong Mei had already stood up completely, and her snow-white and beautiful thighs were completely exposed in front of us.

Zhong Mei didn't feel any embarrassment, just twisted her head, shook off the scarlet blood all over her head, and took out a piece of clothing to put on, covering her seductive body.

When the little woman waved her hand to sweep away the blood on her body, Zhong Mei just got dressed.

The two women, staring at each other again, just looked at each other, ready to do it again.

"Bang Dang"

The sleeping migrant worker got up again, and as he had done last time, he walked towards the corpse lying sideways by the car door as if sleepwalking.

The cleanup has started again?

This time it was three people who died, and the short-haired man was unloaded in I don't know how many, and the torn flesh was everywhere.

Zhuang Shaoting, who suddenly disappeared with half of his body, the internal organs in the right half of his body rolled and flowed in the carriage.

The only unlucky guy who was still dead was lying at my feet.

How did he clean it up this time? Should the whole body be thrown out first, or should the body belonging to the short-haired man be thrown out piece by piece?

The migrant worker staggered, swaying step by step, reaching out and pulling out a foot from the corpses full of cars.

He dragged half of his feet towards the back door, although he only had half of his feet in his hands, and looking at his posture, it was as if he was dragging the whole corpse, walking very slowly.

"Knock Knock"

The footsteps made a low stamping sound on the blood-soaked carriage.

The two confronting women moved their feet slightly, making way for the migrant workers.

The migrant workers didn't seem to know this, and just walked to the back door step by step.

"Brush"

The icy wind spilled in through the back door, wrapped in icy rain.

The migrant workers didn't care about the wind and rain at all, and threw out the half of the soles of their feet that they were dragging.

I couldn't help but blink, thinking I had just misunderstood.

The moment the migrant worker threw the soles of his feet, the corpses in the entire carriage quickly condensed, forming a corpse in an instant.

In just an instant, the body of the short-haired man appeared strangely outside the car door, and all the corpses in the carriage disappeared at the same moment.

Then, I saw the short-haired man's eyes suddenly open, and the eyes that opened in the face of the heavy rain revealed a dazzling essence.

The short-haired man who was hacked and killed for an unknown number of pieces was resurrected?

He was being thrown head-down, but the reflexes of the thing were truly astounding.

The bus was already so fast, but he just pressed the ground with his hand, and his body jumped back at a faster speed.

The back of the bus was open, and at his speed, he could definitely jump in.

But how can it be so easy, you must know that from the moment we get on the bus, we know that this bus is a living person going through the front door, and the dead person going out the back door.

No matter how powerful the short-haired man is, he will not be able to escape the rules of the Scarlet Round Table.

Sure enough, as soon as the short-haired man's body approached the car door, his body was twisted like a towel.

A stream poured out of him, I don't know if it was rain or blood.

"Brush"

I can't see it anymore, the speed of the bus is very fast at this time, anyway, if you think about it, the short-haired man will definitely not survive, and it is estimated that his body is torn to pieces.

The roar of rain was deafening, and only the sound of low footsteps echoed inside the car.

All of us watched in silence as the migrant workers dragged up the corpse for the second time, dragging the unlucky corpse and throwing it out.

After throwing away the corpse of the unlucky egg, the migrant worker went back to sit by the window and continued to sleep.

Hey?

It's not just me who is confused, everyone is weird.

Because Zhuang Shaoting, who only had half of his body left, was lying at my feet at this time.

Migrant workers left him out? Was it intentional, or was there something else? Could it be that Zhuang Shaoting is still alive?

My body shook violently, and I immediately squatted down and helped Zhuang Shaoting up half of his body.

"It's really a hearse for escorts." The delicate little woman whispered a strange word, and she sat down in the bus seat after saying that.

The tensioning atmosphere disappeared in an instant, and Zhong Mei smiled and found a seat to sit down at random.

There is a faint scarlet flow on the long hair.

Scarlet dripped down her hair onto her clothes, leaving new red plum blossoms.

"Knowing that it is a hearse for the escort trip, you still dare to catch up, it is really bold."

The Ling-Long girl tilted her head slightly, and said softly: "You dare to run away, why don't I dare to catch up?" ”

"With your identity, there's only one substitute for the dead doll, right? What about next time? Zhong Mei's fingers slid lightly over her red lips, as if she were applying a beloved lipstick.

"This time it was those wastes who suddenly made a move, not them, do you think that with you, I can lose a substitute for the death doll?" The delicate-long woman rests her hand on her lap and gently carves it on her snow-white skin.

Zhong Mei slowly put her fingers in her mouth, as if she was eating a lollipop, and said in a vague voice: "You want to kill people, and you don't allow people to fight back?" Do you want me to just wipe your neck and show you? ”

"That's the best, save my energy and waste my energy."

"Huh."

Zhong Mei ended the exchange with a sneer, turned to me and said, "The young man is very good, I owe you this time." ”

I didn't speak, I didn't know what to say, there were too many questions churning in my head, I wanted to ask too much, but I didn't know where to start for a while.