I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, I didn't know where to put my hands, I didn't know when to start, and cold sweat broke out in my palms.

It was also like a small drum in my heart that kept "knocking", which made me irritable.

Finally, at a certain moment, my eyes were slightly fixed and I made up my mind.

I quietly moved my hand behind my back and made a gesture to my sisters who were ready to do anything, and then my body began to tense up and enter a state of high alert.

Seems to be aware of my intentions. The shyness on the ghost lady's face and the tenderness in her eyes began to fade away, replaced by a cold murderous intent.

Feeling the change in his mother's mood, the baby in the ghost lady's arms also opened its closed eyes.

In an instant, the purple stars shot out of his purple eyes were extremely bright, and they seemed to be a little stronger than the light in his mother's eyes, and I was shocked to see it.

At the critical moment when the battle was about to break out, the car suddenly and slowly stopped.

This was followed by a group of passengers, men and women, old and young, but all of them were ghosts.

When they got on the bus and saw us people, they didn't feel the slightest bit of unease, fear, or murderous intent. There was just peace and quiet.

The car stopped abruptly again, leaving the people in the car confused and confused.

The drunken man drank the last sip of the bottle, slammed the bottle to the ground and shattered it. Standing up scolding, he walked towards the ghost driver step by step.

His sudden move immediately attracted the attention of the whole car and ghosts.

I saw him staggering to the ghost driver, grabbing his collar and saying angrily.

"Do you have a hole in your brain, stop and go along the way, believe it or not, Lao Tzu ......"

Speaking of this, his voice suddenly stopped, as if someone had choked his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

Then he staggered backwards with a frightened face, took a few steps back, and sat on the ground in fright.

Looking closely, I noticed that the ghost driver had taken off his sunglasses at some point, revealing the scarlet ghost eyes.

At this time, he looked at the drunken man who was so frightened that he was a little out of his soul and said: "Ghost ghost car, people and ghosts don't violate the river water, don't you understand this rule?"

When I heard the words ghost car, my heart shook.

I remember when I was a child, there was a very popular saying in the village for a while: ghost ghost car, shuttling yin and yang, riding people to cross ghosts, and the two worlds are peaceful.

It is said that this is a rule made by some masters of the monastic world and the Netherworld a few decades ago. The main purpose is to temper those ghosts who want to be reincarnated, but because their own grievances are too heavy, they can't find the way to reincarnation.

I just don't know when those thrill-seeking men and women began to fall in love with this legendary mysterious and terrifying ghost car.

In order to reduce the conflict between humans and ghosts, there was an unwritten rule later, which is what the ghost driver said before: ghosts and ghost cars, people and ghosts are divided, and they complement each other.

Thinking of this, I looked at the devil who was still eyeing me, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I know they won't attack me on this ghostly car, unless they want to face the hunt of the entire Yin and Yang Realms.

The ghost driver is not a ghost, he is a ghost from the underworld. However, this guy doesn't seem to have the arrogance of those ghosts in the legend, just simply reprimanded the big man a few words and returned to his post.

When the big man saw the ghost driver leaving, he ran back to his seat as if he had been pardoned.

"Let's smoke a cigarette and suppress the shock!"

The middle-aged fat man lit a cigarette and handed it to the big man with a smile.

After taking the cigarette, the big man took two puffs hard, and only after spitting out a few smoke rings did he say thank you with palpitations.

The fat man smiled, lit a cigarette for himself, took a puff with enjoyment, and said: "There are only two kinds of people who dare to get on this ghost car, one is capable or experienced, and the other is someone who is looking for death like you and Huang Mao." ”

"You ......"

The big man was very angry, but with the lessons of the previous experience, he no longer dared to act recklessly.

"Watch your smoke." The fat man said.

The big man looked down at the cigarette that only had one cigarette butt left after two puffs, threw it out of the window in disgust, and said, "I saw that you were wearing a dog-like person, but I didn't expect to smoke such a cigarette." ”

I've been paying attention to the two of them, to be precise, all the people and ghosts in the car are paying attention to the two of them.

When everyone heard Dahan's words, they all shook their heads helplessly.

I couldn't help but sigh: "I don't even know the ghost food, ignorance is really the greatest natural enemy of man!" ”

"Yes! You humans are so small, how can you be as noble as our ghost race. Why don't you let my daughter eat your own body, and then fly with me!"

The ghost lady's little hand was unconsciously held in my big hand, and began to persuade me to abandon people and follow ghosts.

I was so frightened that my hands trembled, and even the sweat fell from my sweat.

I just don't understand, what does this ghost lady like about me, why does she have to rely on me?

"She's supposed to be coveting your physique." Lingji's voice suddenly remembered in my heart.

This girl has been in touch with me completely since that time in the bamboo forest. If I don't put a lock on my mind, then she can spy on my thoughts anytime and anywhere.

I should have been very repulsed by this situation. I don't know why, but my heart has always been open, and I've never been on guard against Lingji, as if everything was taken for granted.

I don't understand why I think this way, but I can clearly feel that it is not because Lingji is my house ghost, but because of another kind of familiarity that I have not seen for a long time.

These thoughts flashed through my mind, and I threw them out of the clouds.

Physique, physique, physique!

I kept repeating the two words in my heart, and the more I read it, the more frightened I became, and the more I read it, the more I felt bad luck.

I was born with an extreme yin body, and such a physique can be said to be a genius of cultivation, but at the same time, I am also a Tang monk in the eyes of ghost cultivators.

Although devouring my blood and sucking my soul essence can't prolong life, it can improve cultivation, and it is definitely a great supplement for ghost cultivation!

In the past, I was blessed by Xue'er and my master, and the first 20 years were free of illness and disaster, and the wind and rain were smooth.

But now, with the two of them gone, the residual strength in my body is fading little by little, and I can no longer protect me.

Those ghost cultivators who were far stronger than me began to notice that I was unusual.