After listening to my question, the old man's eyes suddenly focused on me, and he immediately nodded affirmatively. Although I didn't like this uncle at first, after a general understanding of his identity, he was indeed very similar to those sellers in the market. But today's uncle is a little less coppery than those sellers.

"I see that you kid is also a person in the Dao, so I won't hide it from you. To tell you the truth, I used to be a seller at the Shrine, but for some reason, my business failed one after another, and after I lost all my belongings, I had no choice but to come here as a security guard. The old man smiled bitterly, and then took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it.

At the moment when the green smoke filled, the old man seemed to see his past, but what I found in the green smoke was a particularly bizarre thing. Although the tobacco is red, it faintly reveals a pale blue color in the red, and with the lighting of the cigarette, the temperature in the room has dropped a lot.

If I'm not wrong, the cigarette that the old man is smoking at the moment should also be wrapped in ice tobacco. It's just that the space near the black wife was relatively large when she was smoking, and the cold meaning was not as obvious as it was at the moment.

"Uncle, isn't this cigarette you smoking also ice tobacco?" To test my suspicions, I boldly pointed to the burning cigarette in the old man's hand and asked softly.

As for the uncle, he was originally very calm, but after hearing my words, he was stunned, and immediately stared at me in surprise for a long time, before he asked suspiciously: "You are a little kid who has just entered the Tao, how can you still know about ice and tobacco?" ”

"I'll tell you the truth, I just found out, but it is said that the ice spirit tobacco is extremely rare, and the configuration method is quite difficult, I don't know where you bought this ice spirit tobacco?" Today, I still don't really know who this person is. And according to his explanation, I can understand that he used to be a seller of the Sacrifice Workshop, but he only came here after losing all his belongings.

And the old woman who sold me something was once called the black wife in that area. Then the uncle's business failure may have a certain relationship with the black wife. Therefore, for the sake of insurance, I still need to be careful now, lest I say the wrong thing and anger this old fellow, and it will be difficult for me to get out.

"Oh? Do you know a lot about it? I don't know if your friend smoked this ice tobacco? As if sensing a loophole in my words, the old man asked eagerly, and judging by his expression at the moment, he seemed to be able to roughly guess the answer from my mouth.

"This is smoked by my master and his old man, he regards tobacco as his life, and this ice tobacco is his favorite kind of tobacco." In order to avoid the black wife, I specially moved out my master, hoping to be deceived in the past.

Sure enough, after hearing my words again, the old man's expression obviously became a lot disappointed, but he still did not give up, and continued to ask: "Who is your master?" ”

"My master, named Puppet Lei, is a Sacrifice Dao Heavenly Master." As soon as my words fell, the old man's expression immediately became nervous, and he quickly came to my side, staring at me tightly with a pair of eyes that had long lost their light.

Obviously, my master is the spiritual path among the Heavenly Masters of the Sacrifice Dao, not only is he strong, but even his name is very loud. Come to think of it, there shouldn't be a few people in the entire sacrificial world who don't know my master.

"Your master is one of the three remaining spiritual Daoists in the entire sacrificial Dao world today, I didn't expect, I didn't expect that this guy of him would even start accepting apprentices now." With a wry smile, the old man took a few steps back, and then his legs became weak, and he sat on the bed with his buttocks, looking desperate, really judging from the previous arrogance.

The small security room became a lot quieter at the moment when the old man sat down, if it weren't for the fact that I could still breathe the air mixed with green smoke, I am afraid that I would have thought that I was in a vacuum environment at this moment.

After a long silence, the old man got up and came to a wooden cabinet that looked extremely old, took out a light blue brocade box from it, and after putting it into my hands, he explained in his slightly hoarse voice: "This is a whole box of ice tobacco, you can take it back and honor him." If he asks where the tobacco comes from, you just have to pretend you don't know. ”

After that, the old man came to the door, slowly opened the door of the security room, and said to me softly: "You go, after going out from here, go two streets ahead, and you should still see the last train." ”

When I saw that the old man was going to let me go, then I really couldn't ask for it. Hurriedly took the cigarette on the table and walked briskly out of the security room. But the moment I passed by the uncle, I saw the frustration on the uncle's face. And this frustration was definitely evoked after I said my master's name.

It can be seen that my master and this old man are definitely old acquaintances, but I haven't heard him mention it.

Following the old man's instructions, I came to a bus stop two blocks away, only to see that there was indeed a bus parked on the side of the road, although this bus did not look as big as I usually sit, but the style was quite chic.

I didn't hesitate to get on the bus, but I found that there was only one middle-aged woman on the bus at the moment, besides me. And when she saw me, her face was suddenly surprised.

Beckoning to me, the middle-aged woman whispered, "Young man, come here." ”

Yiyan came to her side, and I looked at her with some puzzlement. This person is strange, living like a soul that has just been detached from the body, or maybe it is because I have seen too many strange things in a day today, which makes my spirit tense. So, after seeing her face, my body trembled involuntarily.

"Young man, seeing that you are not too old to be young, you dare to take this bus!" The middle-aged woman's words seemed to be mixed with an endless chill at the moment, so that after listening to it, I could clearly feel the hairs on my body stand up.

I did see a lot of stories about the last ghost car on the Internet, but those happened around Qingming Festival, and now it's August, so it stands to reason that there shouldn't be many such things. But before I got on the bus, I did see that the shape and decoration of this shuttle bus are fundamentally different from ordinary buses.

Could it be that I am really so "lucky" today, and I really got on the last ghost train?

After some panicked analysis, a layer of sweat appeared on my forehead, even though I was a priest with a Taoist technique. However, my courage now is still not as big as my master's, and when I encounter things, I will always panic and cannot treat them calmly. I know this very well myself, but I can't change it for a while.

"Auntie, are you saying that this car is not clean?" My whole body became weird, as if I was looking forward to the negative words from the mouth of the middle-aged woman. But after blurting out my words, the middle-aged woman didn't speak again, just stared ahead with a pair of blank eyes.

Following the middle-aged woman's gaze, I saw that there was a white skeleton on the driver's seat of the bus at this moment, and the driver I saw just now is now gone. Instinctively glancing at the watch on my wrist, I saw that it was midnight, and it was no wonder that I was experiencing such a strange thing.

Without further thought, I hurriedly rushed to the door of the bus, and pulled the door of the bus with great effort, but no matter how hard I tried, the door of the bus did not move, and in desperation, I had to smash the emergency switch with the key ring on my waist, and took out the mortar hammer from it, and slammed the glass on the door with the force of the hammer.

In the midst of the beating, I suddenly saw that the bus had come to the bridge across the river, and the front of the bus was now crashing towards the guardrail of the bridge not far away, and if I didn't leave the bus again, I was afraid that I would become a soul wandering in this world tonight.

Thinking of this, the back of my neck couldn't help but tighten, and the swing of the hammer in my hand was even more intense. However, my luck was not bad, just when the car crashed through the guardrail of the bridge and was about to fall, the door glass in front of me was also successfully shattered by me, and I also took advantage of this gap to jump out of the door.

The moment the soles of my feet touched the surface of the bridge, the roar of buses touching the water could be heard from below the bridge. After a few moments, a strong smell of gasoline floated up the air and into my nostrils.

The moment I smelled the gasoline, I suddenly realized that I had seen on TV the scene of a bus crashing into the water and suddenly exploding. I couldn't help but panic, and hurriedly got up from the ground and ran quickly towards the road.

However, after running for a long time, the sound of the explosion I expected did not appear, and my eyes instinctively looked towards the water not far away, only to see that the bus had sunk into the water and disappeared without a trace.

I think that those explosions on TV should be to cater to the needs of the scene, so the special effects are deliberately created. In reality, such a "spectacle" as an explosion in the water does not happen.

But even so, the next day, the city newspaper still reported the bus crash. However, to my surprise, there were no casualties on the bus. It's like I was alone on the bus yesterday.

Could it be that yesterday's bus appeared to harm me?

Thinking of this, I can't help but think of the old man who guards the cemetery, this last train, but he pointed it out to me, if someone wants to harm me, then he must be the first suspect.

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