Plunged into the pitch-black No. 9 carriage, the crowd suddenly stirred with fear. Some people screamed, some people hugged their heads and cried, and some even shouted for help in panic.

For a time, the various emotions of the crowd were fully displayed. The last time the lights went out, someone died inexplicably.

The rest of the passengers will be afraid that they will also follow in the footsteps. At this time, Zhang Fan did not notice that the purser and the attendants came to comfort the passengers, and even the horn on the top of the No. 9 carriage did not make a sound.

It's as if you're turning a blind eye to everything that's going on here. There was just a gradual coldness of the air and a growing rancid smell.

I don't know how long it took, the imaginary supernatural attack on him didn't happen, and Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the original dark No. 9 carriage, the lights turned on again, the temperature rose rapidly, and even the pungent rancid smell receded like a tide and the lights lit up, Zhang Fan was not afraid to attract the attention of the surrounding passengers, and did not take the coffin nail back into the system backpack, but stuffed the bronze coffin nail into the right cuff, as long as there was any wind and grass, Zhang Fan would take out the coffin nail in an instant.

"And sure enough, it happened!" The white-haired old woman, who had been closing her eyes tightly, suddenly opened her eyes and looked ahead, her expression showing bitter melancholy.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Fan stood up from his seat, looked into the distance, and found that this time it didn't seem to be a dead person, which made him feel a little surprised.

Could it be that the number of killings of that powerful ghost is random? Or is it not that the killing is done after the lights are out?

Hearing the old woman's voice, Zhang Fan set his eyes on her. It seemed that she knew something secret about what was happening in front of her.

"I'll tell you a story!" Zhang Fan sat down again, and the white-haired old woman sighed mysteriously.

"Mother-in-law, say it!" Zhang Fan took out a box of cigarettes from the system backpack again, handed it to the white-haired old woman, and said with a smile.

"It's a long story.......," the white-haired old woman took the cigarette handed by Zhang Fan, and was not polite, she accepted it directly, then took out one, put it in her mouth, and looked out of the window shrouded in darkness.

Also when the white-haired old woman was about to tell the story, the chubby little boy who was originally naughty and mischievous also became honest and sat in his seat, tilting his head, as if listening.

"Five years ago, most trains didn't go on this track, but on another one in the mountains!"

"Five years ago, in the middle of the night when the wind was raging and the rain was pouring down, there was a train called Anxiang, on another mountain track, there was an accident, it hit the mountain, resulting in the car crash, many people died, it is said that the car accident, the entire train was burned by the fire, and many passengers did not escape."

"Because the scene of the accident is located more than 20 meters from the ground halfway up the mountain, the rescue process is very difficult, I heard that when people found the bodies of these dead passengers on the train, many of their bodies have been charred together, and they can't be separated at all!"

"But the relevant departments, in order to reduce the responsibility as much as possible, chose to conceal the specific number of casualties, and only found dozens of corpses and handed over the errand, and the rest of the corpses were buried on the spot...... Nothing. ”

"The buried bodies were discarded like garbage, and they couldn't even be named...... Their relatives are still waiting at home for their news....."

"After all, there was a car accident, and in the next few years, that track was abandoned, completely deserted, and no one was allowed to approach, and those passengers who died silently eventually became terrible ghosts because of the heavy resentment in their hearts, and they all became terrible ghosts, and they have been hovering near that track for a long time!"

"As soon as someone approaches, the ghosts of these passengers will appear, drag the souls of those living people into the abyss, and become substitute ghosts who suffer for them......" The story of the white-haired old woman came to an abrupt end at this point, and there was an indescribable sadness on her face.

Her sadness, Zhang Fan clearly felt. Could it be that this old woman is the relatives of those terrible ghosts, or their friends?

It's not right, the car accident happened on another track, not their track, and logically speaking, there shouldn't be a situation where ghosts hurt people.

Or maybe the one who killed the passengers in the No. 9 car was a ghost disguised as a living person.

However, as of now, Zhang Fan has not found out where those ghosts disguised as living people are.

"Hee-hee!" After the old woman's story was told, a voice full of ridicule suddenly sounded, Zhang Fan followed the sound and found that it was a little fat boy covering his mouth and snickering.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. The white-haired old woman told a ghost story, this bear child is not only not afraid, but also snickering here, could it be that he is a living person disguised as a ghost?

Perhaps, he may be a terrible ghost, only in this way can he play tricks on others unscrupulously. Thinking of this, Zhang Fan instantly woke up.

"Don't be afraid, young man, my story is actually not scary! Since there are dead passengers, you might want to go outside and find the purser and ask her to come over and take a look! The white-haired old woman exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at Zhang Fan with a smile and said.

"Going outside to find the purser?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment when he heard this. The old woman's words reminded him that in a while, he would soon arrive at Station 8, and perhaps he could take this opportunity to walk out smoothly and go to Car 8.

"Young man, your cigarette tastes good, anyway...... Thank you, mother-in-law! The white-haired old woman thanked Zhang Fan, and the smile on her face looked very kind, which made it easy for people to have a good impression.

"Hmm...... Okay, I'll check it out! Zhang Fan nodded thoughtfully, got up from his seat, and was about to raise his feet and walk to the aisle.

But just as he was about to take a step, a memory suddenly appeared in his mind, which made him stunned in place and did not make any moves.

Because he seems to remember that the purser just now told the people in car 9 through the horn to stay in their seats honestly and not move around at will.

This sentence seems to be ordinary and ordinary, as if it is for the sake of passengers, but if you look closely, you will find that it is a warning.

Previously, the system had a warning that those who disobeyed the purser's will would seem to be thrown off the train, and then the passengers who were kicked off the train would die.

This sentence was said very quickly by the system at that time, and if Zhang Fan hadn't paid attention to it, he might have subconsciously ignored it.

Now that I think about it, it seems like it really is. The story told to him by this white-haired old woman was very vague and outlined, a little confusing, as if the purpose of this was to get Zhang Fan out of his seat and go to the corridor.

This white-haired old woman must also have a problem, she is very likely to be the same as the little fat boy mother and son, she is also a terrible ghost.