Tick! Tick!

The night was deep, and the waning moon was high.

In the empty street, there was the ticking sound of the soles of the feet touching the ground.

Chirping! Chirping!

The dim street lamps in the distance, like an electric shock, the lights are uncertain, one bright and one dim, giving this empty street a little weird.

It was like a strange path to the underworld, empty, silent, unpopular, full of weirdness and ominousness, which made the heart uneasy.

Xu Ying walked alone on the street, with a bus stop sign in front of him, and in the dim light, the surroundings were empty and unpopular.

The cold wind blew, making people shiver in their hearts and shivering.

Xu Ying walked alone on this cold, empty, and dead street, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

I always feel like there is a pair of eyes staring at me in a corner, which makes people's hearts hairy.

Suddenly......

A cold wind blew from the neck, as if a person was standing behind him, blowing cold air on his neck, which made people get goosebumps all over his body.

The further I went, the stronger the feeling became, as if the eyes in the darkness were getting closer and closer, staring at me, which made people feel uneasy and uncomfortable.

Xu Ying looked around, made sure there was no one, and quickly walked to the bus stop.

Suddenly......

He saw an old man sitting next to the bus stop in the dim light, smoking a dry cigarette.

Xu Ying was shocked and froze.

He had carefully observed just now, and there was no figure around, when did this old man appear?

Could it be that I am dazzled?

Didn't notice him?

Xu Ying was puzzled in his heart, after cultivating the Dragon Descending Divine Palm, his ears were deaf and his eyes were clear, and his ears could hear any slight sound within a hundred meters.

The eyes are like torches, and the night is like day.

I didn't see anyone moving just now, and I didn't hear any footsteps, indicating where this person was before.

Could it be that I was too nervous to notice him?

The faint light was a little yellow, and the old man sat on a stool at the bus stop, smoking a dry cigarette, as if waiting for the last train.

"Uncle alone?"

Xu Ying walked to the bus stop sign and leaned against the stop sign to ask.

Whoa, whoa!

"That's right."

The old man took two puffs of dry tobacco, spit out a smoke ring and asked:

"Aren't you afraid that the young man walks alone on this street?"

Xu Ying wondered, sat next to the old man and said, "Walking alone at night, what's so afraid of this?" ”

The old man didn't speak, and took two puffs of dry tobacco.

Behind the stop sign is a grassy clearing, with a small pond in the middle, from which the croaking of frogs can be heard.

There are also some wild insect calls, mixed in.

It adds a bit of weirdness to this silent night.

The old man smoked a few puffs of dry tobacco, seemed to be choked, coughed a few times, and said slowly:

"Haven't you heard about the dead man's bus stop?"

Dead Man's Bus Station?

Xu Yingleng froze, this is obviously the Hongtian bus station.

How could it be a dead man's bus stop?

Besides, that bus stop will be named after the dead man?

He felt a little incredible, could it be that this old man was crazy?

Xu Ying turned his head to look at the bus stop sign.

It reads - Dead Man's Bus Station.

For a while, Xu Ying was stunned, it was really a dead man's bus stop.

But he clearly remembered that this was the Hongtian bus station.

How did it become a dead man's bus stop?

Xu Ying asked, "Why is this called the Dead Man's Bus Station?" ”

The old man smiled.

"Dead man's bus stop, of course it's dead!"

"Ever died? How did I not know? ”

"You young people are busy all day long, and you haven't heard of normal. The old man had heard of it. ”

Xu Ying became interested: "Uncle, you can talk about it, anyway, the car hasn't come yet, let's listen to it and pass the time." ”

The old man took another puff of dry cigarettes, and said twice: "This is not a good thing, it is said to be related to ghosts, are you sure you want to listen to it?" ”

"Listen!"

Hearing this, Xu Ying was more interested and urged the old man to speak quickly.

"Okay, since you're not afraid, then I'll talk about it and kill time."

The old man took two puffs of dry tobacco, spit out a smoke ring, knocked out the cigarette butt, put away the cigarette stick, and told Xu Ying a story that happened at the Hongtian bus station a year ago.

According to the old man, the story took place a year ago on the seventh day of the seventh month.

It's also known as Halloween!

At the beginning of July, the seven ghost doors opened, and the ghosts came out!

A year ago, on Halloween's Day, at ten o'clock in the evening, an old man came to the Hongtian bus station, ready to wait for the bus.

It rained so hard that night that it was like the sky was crying, and the whole sky was gray, uncomfortable, and eerie.

Next to the bus stop, there was a fire, it was a pile of paper money, and the flames were burning.

The downpour did not affect the flames.

The old man was curious, took out his cigarette stick, walked to the pile of flames, lit the cigarette, and smoked it.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, blowing paper money all over the sky.

The red flames turned into a faint green light in an instant, like ghost fires fluttering around.

The entire Hongtian bus station instantly became gloomy, and the beating dark green flames seemed to be roaring and roaring one by one.

A strange aura pervades the surroundings, making people feel uneasy and frightened.

Even if an old man is dozens of years old, he was still startled when he saw this scene, his scalp was numb, and his body trembled.

Suddenly, a bus came from the rain at a high speed, because the heavy rain poured, the road was too slippery to brake, and crashed into the bus stop and flipped to the ground.

The old man couldn't dodge, and was pressed to the ground by the bus, crushed into a human skin, and died on the spot.

Even if it is a human skin, you can see the fear, consternation, fear, and uneasiness on the old man's face.

It was as if at the last moment of his life, he saw something more frightening and frightening than death.

Since then, the Hongtian bus station has been changed to the dead man's bus station.

After the story was told, the old man lit the dry tobacco again, and said, "Young man, do you know what the next sentence is when you listen to the ghost tell a story?" ”

Xu Ying was still immersed in that story, shook his head and said, "I don't know! ”

The old man smiled: "Lend you a breath of yang energy!" ”

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