Chapter Thirty-Three: The Haunting Head

"I was suspicious in the mall before, and it seems that this ghost has a somewhat different ability from the previous ghost. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info" Chen Fan said with a frown.

"It seems that this ghost can only hallucinate the people around us, but it seems to be useless to us." Li Jiacheng said.

"Maybe it's not, the ghost's magic ability may not be ineffective against us, but just deliberately not using it on us, or even deliberately trying to let us see it." Chen Fan reasoned.

"And what is his purpose?" Li Ka-shing asked.

"Two masters, don't care what the purpose is, I just know, if we don't take the car back, we will have to worry about those people over there." Zhang Hua interrupted.

"Zhang Hua is right, our top priority now is to go back first." Li Jiacheng also said.

So the few people walked to the side of the road again and began to stop the car, but the three of them looked at the taxi that stopped in front of them, but they didn't dare to get up, because a bloody human head was just placed on the back seat.

The driver saw that a few people stopped the car, but did not come up, just stared at the back seat, the driver is also a grumpy person, after glancing at the back seat, he scolded: "You are sick, you can't stop the car, why are you staring at my back seat?" ā€

Chen Fan still didn't give up, and after hesitating for a moment, he asked, "What do you have behind here?" ā€

"You guys took the wrong medicine, what's behind it? Do you sit in the car or not? Don't delay my business if you don't take the car. The driver said angrily.

"Let's not sit down, you can go." Chen Fan stared at the driver's face carefully for a while, and then said to him.

"It's sick." The driver was still scolding and scolding, and several people didn't have the time to pay attention to him, the three of them glanced at each other and continued to prepare to stop the car.

But what they saw in front of them made the three of them almost cry out, because there was a human head on every car on the street, and even several heads, some of which were rolling around on the roof, some in front of the windshield, and some of the hair was hanging on the wipers and swaying with the car.

But what's even more bizarre is that the pedestrians walking on the road don't seem to see it at all, and they are still doing their own things, this scene is like a hellish scene, and the three of them are all pale and sweaty on their foreheads.

"Military 惻惻惻惻惻惻 division, what's going on?" Zhang Hua stammered and asked.

"It seems that the purpose of this ghost is very simple, that is, he doesn't want us to go back, it seems that we have been using the rules to deal with the ghosts, and this time we will also be dealt with by the ghosts using the rules." Chen Fan said.

"Master Chen, can you stop talking about those who don't have it now, what should we do now? How do I feel like people around me don't look us right? Zhang Hua interrupted.

Chen Fan turned his head to look at the passers-by walking around, and also realized that something seemed to be wrong, because he didn't know why, the pedestrians around looked at the three people with obvious ill intentions, and even had a feeling of disgust, as if they would rush up and tear the three of them apart at any time in the next second.

Chen Fan suddenly thought of something, and shouted to Li Jiacheng on the side: "Take out the small drum." ā€

Li Jiacheng was puzzled at first, but he still obediently took it out and shook it vigorously, with the sound of the small drum, several people trembled like an electric shock, and the strange thing is that the pedestrians on the road also trembled with the sound of the drum.

Chen Fan roared excitedly: "Sure enough. ā€

Then the three of them looked at the vehicles on the road, only to see that the heads that could be seen everywhere on the vehicles before had disappeared, and the passers-by began to walk forward normally, and heard a few people muttering: "What about the boys who beat the old man on the street before?" Where did you go? ā€

Zhang Hua asked suspiciously, "What's going on?" ā€

Chen Fan said: "Let's get in the car first, hurry up and go back, I don't know what the next step is going to do, let's go back to the apartment first." ā€

Li Jiacheng also nodded in agreement, and the three of them stopped a taxi again, Zhang Hua directly took out several hundred yuan from his pocket, threw them to the driver, and said: "When you arrive at Jinghua Apartment at the intersection of four o'clock, don't care about the red light on the road, you have to get there as fast as you can, and the money is yours." ā€

"Wait, Zhang Hua, what did you say about the road in our apartment building?" Chen Fan asked.

"Four o'clock, what's wrong?" Zhang Hua replied.

"Not much, just casually asking." Chen Fan silently wrote down the name of the road.

The driver glanced at the money in Zhang Hua's hand and said to a few people: "Hurry up the car and get there as quickly as possible." All of a sudden, the car shot out like an arrow, and several people were not able to sit down, and with the start of the car, they hurriedly grabbed what they could grasp around them in an instant.

Chen Fan shouted loudly at Li Jiacheng: "Don't stop shaking the drum, don't stop." ā€

Although Li Jiacheng didn't sit down for a moment as the car started, he still heard what Chen Fan said, so as the car started, the drums kept sounding all the way.

The taxi driver also lived up to expectations, along the way was a variety of red lights, all kinds of rapid overtaking, all kinds of rapid corners, a big show of car skills, and the half-hour journey when it came was more than ten minutes to run.

As soon as the car stopped, several people rushed out of the taxi in an instant, and immediately vomited, and after vomiting for a while, Zhang Hua glanced back at the taxi, but still didn't leave.

Seeing that the apartment building was in front of him, Zhang Hua was also in the mood, and the vomit on his mouth was not wiped clean, so he jokingly said to the driver: "Master, you are too real, you can play the initial D with this skill, a living taxi god." ā€

The driver was counting the money on the seat, and when he heard Zhang Hua's words, he raised his head, and then took a pack of tissues from the side and threw it to Zhang Hua.

He replied with a smile: "What's this, haven't you heard anyone talk about it, every taxi driver is a natural racing driver, okay, you have also arrived, I withdrew, and I will remind you that the apartment building you said was identified as a dangerous building as early as a year ago, and no one has lived in it for a long time. After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Zhang Hua, what did you say to the driver? Give me a tissue. Li Jiacheng said to Zhang Hua.

Zhang Hua was stunned and motionless, as if he hadn't heard Li Jiacheng's words at all.

"Talking to your kid, how can it be like seeing a ghost, you kid won't be 惻惻惻惻惻惻惻 by ghosts" Li Jiacheng hurriedly took two steps back, and shook the small drum in his hand a few times at Zhang Hua, but saw that Zhang Hua didn't react.

Puzzled, he asked, "What's the matter with you kid?" It's okay, why are you standing there in a daze? ā€