"Someone like me?"

The conductor laughed, but his smile was extremely resentful, "Do you know that little monk, a person like me, now wants you to live and die?" ”

"The poor monk thinks you want us to live."

Tang Luo said very confidently.

"Little monk, you're very smart." The conductor said.

Tang Luo pointed to Lin Ziang's corpse: "When he died, the anger of the-corpse-donor didn't seem to be fake, of course, this anger is more like being angry because of 'loss'." ”

"Lao Tzu is a corpse chaser!"

The bus shook violently, and the driver scolded, "Dead bald donkey!" ”

"Poor monks have hair."

Tang Luo said, "How can you be counted as a bald donkey? ”

The origin of the word bald donkey was as early as in some places, and monks who traveled all over the world loved to lead the donkey to make a fate.

There are many monks who have tarnished the reputation of the monks, and they are idle and honest and stubbornly begging for abduction, so when the local people see these evil monks leading donkeys, they shout from afar: "Run, bald heads are leading donkeys." ”

After a long time, the bald donkey became a demeaning term for monks.

Tang Luo has hair and does not lead a donkey, so naturally he cannot be regarded as a bald donkey.

Even when traveling west, strictly, it is called a "bald dragon" at most.

"We want you to live." The conductor knelt in his seat in front of him, leaned over and said, "But you don't know that sometimes it's more painful to live than to die. ”

"Besides, we want the living, we want the corpses, don't be self-righteous and pick-"

"Hah!"

The conductor didn't speak, and a loud shout after the dantian was angry interrupted her words.

Aunt Shufen has never left the broom in her hand and successfully dodged the obstacles.

Swept through the perfect whistling, accompanied by the sound of the whistling breaking through the air, fell on the face of the conductor.

It's the kind of broom that sweeps the floor in the house.

It's not plastic, it's a single piece of wood.

If you pluck out your mane, it will feel like a golf club.

The conductor let out a terrible scream.

He fell backwards and was planted in the aisle.

She covered her face with her right hand, and blood kept pouring from between her fingers.

Obviously, the injury was not light.

"Hey!"

As soon as the trick was successful, Aunt Shufen snorted again.

The blood-stained broom swept across and slammed the baseball bat at the corpses standing in three rows.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The three sounds, like the sound of a watermelon shattering, were almost connected.

The three corpses were all headshot under the slash of Aunt Shufen!

Wax Head Silver Gun!

Sharp brakes sounded, and the car came to a screeching halt.

The driver stood up and looked behind him in amazement.

What's the situation?

Anyone dares to resist?

Don't you know how to write the word "death" and "fear"?

"Ahhh Die to me! ”

Before the driver could manipulate the corpse for anything, the conductor was already screaming bitterly.

The young man and the old lady who were originally sitting in the seat suddenly rose up and pounced on Aunt Shufen with a completely unreasonable "vigorous" body.

In a hurry, Aunt Shufen could only wave the broom in her hand indiscriminately.

The top of the broom hit the lad first.

The moment its body touched the broom, it suddenly dried up.

From a whole person, to a skin!

A vivid human skin!

And this human skin did not lose its "power" because it was shriveled, and directly wrapped the broom over.

In an instant, the broom becomes a thousand pounds.

Aunt Shufen couldn't hold it and let it fall.

The old lady's body also shriveled down and turned into a skin, covering Aunt Xiang Shufen.

Aunt Shufen, who was standing halfway, had no place to dodge at all.

The human skin was fast, and he could only watch as the strange face took over all his sight.

A sticky, cold sensation covers the entire face.

It's like a snake wrapped around its face.

"Ahhhh

It was a scream that was even more terrible than before.

The human skin that covered her face suddenly turned into a real dead thing and slipped off Aunt Shufen's body.

"Bell bell bell ......"

The crisp sound of bells rang out amid screams.

The driver, who had thought he would come over to help, was already squatting there, his hand with the bell pressed on the conductor's face.

With a twisted smile on his face.

The crisp sound of bells echoed as the conductor struggled to move.

A black aura rose from her head, from the driver's hand.

This was accompanied by an almost suffocating stench.

As soon as they smelled it, the three of them lay directly on their sides and vomited.

After a few moments, the bell stopped.

The driver let go of his hand, and the conductor's upper body slowly erected, and then the lower body, staring straight in front of him.

His cheeks were sunken, and there were no pupils in both eyes, and they were all whites.

"I'm going to die anyway." The driver smiled and said, "It's better to use the waste." ”

He shook the bell on his wrist.

The three headless corpses and the body of the conductor moved and lined up in a horizontal line.

Open your hands and feet and divide the bus into two spaces.

"Don't mess with me anymore, or I'll mind bringing a few more corpses back." The driver's voice came from the other side.

He could be seen in the gap and returned to his position and started the car.

Be conscientious, even if there are dead people in the car and dead people outside the car, you must drive to the terminal.

Tang Luo appreciates such free labor.

As for the others, they almost spit out all the bile.

The smell of corpses did not dissipate, and the faces of the three of them were white and terrifying, and they continued to vomit.

There is simply no extra energy to continue to do things.

With the sound of vomiting, the car continued to move forward.

Spitting and spitting, Aunt Shufen and Mi Ke suddenly felt less uncomfortable.

Even, just now, the feeling of being dizzy and vomiting until prostration slowly disappeared, and the strength returned to the body.

"Are you alright?"

The two of them looked up in surprise and saw K still lying there in pain.

On the other side was the monk Xuanzang, who distanced himself from them.

Sensing the gaze of the two, he turned his head and smiled for a moment.

"Kaiguang?!"

Aunt Shufen almost exclaimed.

Fortunately, I held back in time.

This is not a little monk, but a master!

Tang Luo pointed ahead, shook his head, and motioned for the two to remain silent.

After thinking about it, the two of them decided to believe in the master who had opened the light for them and quieted down.

As a result, only K was left vomiting.

And after retching heart-rending for a while, he couldn't hold it anymore and almost passed out.

The disappearance of the vomiting sound was probably within the driver's expectation.

He continued to drive.

The car also entered the scope of Fengmen Village from the deserted mountain road.

You can see sparse houses on both sides of the road.

The shape is somewhat ancient, and it looks like a monster with teeth and claws in the night.

Aunt Shufen and Mi Ke shuddered.

Not long after entering the village, after a few turns, the car finally stopped.

Turn off the flame and the vibration disappears.

The driver's voice came from the front of the car: "The terminal has arrived...... I mean, you've reached the end of your life, oh, I don't think you hear it. ”

"I didn't expect you to be quite literary."

Tang Luo said.

"Huh?"

The driver realized that something was wrong.

The corpse poison he released was enough to make these people half-useless.

Even if he hadn't passed out, it would have been impossible to answer him in such a powerful and calm voice.

Immediately shake the bell in your hand.

The driver manipulated the corpse that was blocking his vision to get out of the way, he wanted to see what was going on?

At the same time, there was a hint of oil green in his eyes, which allowed him to see in the dark.

It seems that the strangely dressed white-haired man is talking?

"Bang!"

The crisp sound of gunfire did not wait for the driver to see what was going on.

It was dark, and the headless corpse fell and slammed into the carriage.

Stupid corpse chasers don't even know the power of firearms!

The bodies standing on the back of the chairs lost control and collapsed at the same time.

A few sounds made K, who was almost unconscious, open his eyes again.

In the darkness, he saw a hazy man in white, who seemed to be holding - a gun?

Not a gun from an ancient cold weapon, but a gun from a modern weapon.

"Master, why do monks still use guns?"

K heard the aunt named Li Shufen ask.

"Who said a family can't use a gun? The donor is fascinated. ”

Tang Luo took it for granted.

The so-called wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the Buddha left it in his heart.

At a level like him, he will not be confined to form and external objects.

How convenient and how to come.

That driver, as a corpse chaser, does have some good means.

But it is also a person, and a person who is shot in the head will also die.

"Let's go, this is the terminal." Tang Luo stood up and said.

He took them to the terminal station to assist in completing the task, and provided Tang Luo with some meritorious power.

If you can meet such a "good Samaritan" on every mission.

How nice that would be.

Recalling the last time Jack the Ripper, what stinky fish and rotten shrimp, you know that the yin is in the corner.

I, Tang Xuanzang, am most annoyed by this kind of old yin comparison.

Stepping out of the car, the rain that had been falling from the beginning of the mission had stopped, and a bright crescent moon could be seen hanging high in the sky.

The moon stars are scarce.

Tang Luo looked around.

A large open space beneath their feet was not concrete, but a "gravel field" with a lot of gravel.

The sound of footsteps on it is clearly audible.

There was no wind, no frogs, no insects.

In the open space, in addition to the bus that Tang Luo and the others got off, there were two other buses of the same kind parked.

The direction of the front of the car is facing the rather exaggerated opening and closing doors.

There is no cut-out in the middle, but it is completely closed.

It feels like the gate of some castle.

Next to the main gate, there is a small room similar to a communication room and a guard room.

There was no light inside, and the door was closed.

It is surrounded by a concrete wall more than two meters high, on which shards of glass are faintly visible.

Behind the car, it was empty, and there were no buildings.

This is the terminal of Fengmen Village.

The whole is rectangular in shape, the size of a football field.

As a terminal in a small mountain village with only three buses, this area is undoubtedly too large.

The iron gate is naturally open, and you can see the fields on the other side of the road.

A little farther away, there are mountains.

On both sides, you can see a three-story building on one side.

On the other side is the same mountain.