The cry passed through the gap in the bus window and drifted out of the bus, and the zombies wandering on the side of the road received the sense, and they involuntarily raised their feet and moved their bodies towards the bus driving into the distance.

"Doesn't it matter?"

Zhao Qingsong plucked out his ears that were so noisy, and said to Meng Ling, who was in the co-pilot with his eyes closed, that this woman could still sit calmly in such a noisy environment, Zhao Qingsong was amazed and waited for Meng Ling's outburst.

Others may not know, but he knows the true nature of this woman.

Three.

Two.

One.

Meng Ling, who was still with her eyes closed, opened her eyes suddenly, she left her seat with a calm face, walked to the back of the carriage, looked at the group of children who were still crying, she yelled: "Be quiet!" ”

Everyone was taken aback, and a group of people's eyes looked at Meng Ling standing in front of them, and some were so frightened that they even began to hiccup uncontrollably, but they had to forcibly hold back in the face of Meng Ling's stunning gaze.

"Children, I know it's sad to lose your parents, but crying won't solve anything, and it won't save your parents, and now we should be stronger when we leave our parents, right? You're already mature little adults, be strong! ”

Oh yo?!

Zhao Qingsong, who was in the driver's seat, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Meng Ling, who was standing with his back to him, through the rearview mirror in the car, his eyes were full of surprise.

This passage is not at all like what Meng Ling's woman would say.

Miraculously, just because of Meng Ling's words, all the people stopped crying unbridledly, wiped their tears, slowly restrained the continuous hiccups, calmed their moods, and sat down obediently.

Silence returned to the carriage.

I don't know if they don't want to cry anymore, or if they don't dare to cry.

Meng Ling watched the performance of this group of children with satisfaction, her gaze moved to Tang Ling and Zhang Chunying, and she squinted her eyes with deep meaning.

She knew exactly where the source of the sudden burst of crying of the children who had been silent all this time came from.

Meng Ling turned around and sat down in her seat, staring at Zhao Qingsong's magical eyes looking at her, she roared in a deep voice, "Hurry up!" ”

And Tang Ling, who was aroused with goosebumps in Meng Ling's eyes before leaving, felt an inexplicable chill down his spine at this moment.

She rubbed the hairs on her arms, and on a hot July day, she only felt a chill at the moment.

Physiological tears were frightened and showed signs of popping up again, Tang Ling sniffed, trying her best to hold back the sourness between her noses, and Zhang Chunying on the side felt a little strange when she looked at her.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Chunying grabbed Tang Ling's hand and asked.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Tang Ling shook her head and smiled at her friendly, Zhang Chunying saw that Tang Ling really had nothing to do, and tentatively shrank into her arms, asking for the heat source on her body to comfort her uneasy and turbulent heart.

Facing the undisguised dependence that Zhang Chunying, who had just met today, exuded from her so quickly, Tang Ling couldn't help but pat the other party's back to reassure, feeling that the other party's breathing buried in her arms gradually became stable and regular, and her body that had been tossing for so long finally relaxed, and began to emerge a trace of sleepiness, and a wave of sleepiness followed, Tang Ling yawned and slowly closed her eyes.

The children in the car fell asleep one by one, the smoke of the incense lit at the front of the car was ethereal, and the faint light of the fire burned slowly.

The speed of the bus continued to increase, even beyond the speed of a normal bus, and it rampaged through the city roads, running over the bodies lying on its back, blood splattering everywhere, and the wipers indifferently scrubbing the filth that kept splashing on the windshield, covering up all traces.

The children who are swimming in the beautiful dreams cannot hear the screams and wails echoing outside the car.

“…… No, woo woo, I'm afraid! ”

In the hazy consciousness, the faint cry of pleading continued to increase the volume in Tang Ling's ears, until the terrible screams and the howl of the monster completely pulled Tang Ling's consciousness back.

The fierce wind was unscrupulously rushing in the carriage, Tang Ling opened his eyes, and in his hair-curled sight, Meng Ling was standing in front of the carriage door, grabbing a little boy who couldn't stop crying in his hand, and indifferently pushed him out of the driving car.

Before he could even react, the child was swallowed up by the night, Tang Ling hurriedly leaned on the window next to him and looked, the little boy rolled on the ground several times, he didn't move, he curled up on the ground in pain.

"Nope! No! I'm scared! Woooooo ”

Without giving people a chance to react, Meng Ling walked straight to the next child, let her cry and make trouble, decisively stretched out his hand to grab her shoulder, lifted her up easily, and dragged her to the car door.

The child's screams hit Tang Ling's eardrums, stimulating the rising fear in her heart, Tang Ling shrank in her seat, only to find that the carriage full of children had been more than half empty.

The illusion of security that I thought was torn apart at this moment, once again showing the horror of the end times wrapped under the shell of hypocrisy.

"Woo woo no! Tang Ling, don't! I'm scared! ”

Tang Ling, who was still observing the surroundings of the carriage, was suddenly grabbed by Zhang Chunying's arm, and she saw that Meng Ling was already standing in front of Zhang Chunying, and was about to take her away.

"Don't! I'm scared! Tang Ling! ”

Zhang Chunying grabbed Tang Ling's arm tightly with both hands, and the increasing force deformed the flesh on Tang Ling's arm, Tang Ling was in pain and frowned, but still stretched out her other hand to help Zhang Chunying escape from Meng Ling's restraints.

"Let it go."

Meng Ling looked coldly at Zhang Chunying's crying and fussing at this time, there was no trace of distress and pity in her eyes, seeing that Zhang Chunying didn't let go of grabbing Tang Ling's hand for a long time, Meng Ling gradually lost her temper, she directly reached out and pinched the flesh on Zhang Chunying's hand, and her white and tender skin instantly turned red.

"Ahh

Zhang Chunying was so painful that she was dragged away from the seat by Meng Ling before she could scream, her feet couldn't stand on the ground, her legs were dragged and moved, Zhang Chunying burst into tears, she looked at Tang Ling in despair, and howled bitterly.

"Tang Ling! Tang Ling! I'm scared! Woooooo Ahhh ”

The voice gradually weakened, and finally disappeared into the strong wind, Tang Ling sat on the chair, watching the friend she had just met disappear from her sight, and the red marks on her arms were still faintly painful.

There was a shadow in front of her, Tang Ling raised her head in a daze, obviously she hadn't reacted yet, Meng Ling looked at her sluggish appearance, hooked the corners of her mouth, and said softly: "You're the only one left." ”