"Is it that simple?"

"Will there be any other side effects?"

Ning Qiushui confirmed with Zhao Er again.

The latter shook his head.

"Probably gone."

"I'll find a way to give you news, but the risk is always there, you know, I can die at any time inside, and if I die, it's impossible for you to come back."

"When you go in, I'll open the door for you, and when you go out...... I'm the only one who can open the door for you. ”

"You can't get on that bus, you know?"

"The last time was very dangerous, and considering that you may have been ignorant and fearless at that time, now, I must explain to you all the dangers that may occur in advance."

After Ning Qiushui listened, he also fell into thought.

It's not that he doesn't want to save Zhao Er.

It's just too much risk.

"Don't have a psychological burden, we already don't owe each other."

Ning Qiushui rubbed his eyebrows:

"It's okay, those who can work harder."

"When are you going to enter the door?"

Zhao Er replied:

"If you're ready, you can do it tomorrow, remember to come early, no more than twelve o'clock at noon."

Ning Qiushui nodded:

"Okay, then I'll come to you early tomorrow."

Saying goodbye to Zhao Er, Ning Qiushui took a taxi and returned to his residence, in the evening, he cooked himself a bowl of noodles to eat as usual, and then made a phone call with Bai Xiaoxiao, and learned that she decided to cultivate Hong Yu as her "shadow", Ning Qiushui also told her that she was going to help Zhao Er pass through a door, and he might not be able to contact him in the past two days.

After communicating with each other, Ning Qiushui remembered Liu Chengfeng again, after handing over the bronze leaves he got to him last time, Ning Qiushui had never been at ease, and always felt that when he was in Qiyuan, Guanyin's expression was a little crazy, and his smile was somewhat mixed with some eagerness and madness.

The phone was connected, Liu Chengfeng was still the same, with a big grin, and he was delicious.

The two chatted briefly, Ning Qiushui saw that Liu Chengfeng was fine, hung up the phone and rested early, and waited until the next morning, he bought breakfast and went to Zhao Er's ward, because he had been to this place many times, so the administrators and some surveillance personnel here had long been accustomed to Ning Qiushui's visit, and the road was almost unimpeded.

"Are you ready, the time is coming."

Zhao Er smiled at Ning Qiushui.

It's not the first time they've walked through the door, and they're already familiar with the process.

As the room changed, Zhao Er dragged Ning Qiushui to the Blood Gate together!

Squeak –

Zhao Er pushed hard, and the pale arm pushed the red door open, and then, after the two fell through the door, they lost consciousness at the same time......

…

When he woke up again, Ning Qiushui had already appeared on a slightly old bus.

There were quite a few people in this car, Ning Qiushui glanced at it, there were 24 people in total, including 25 drivers.

The bus was thirty-three seats and was not full.

Bang!

The car jerked violently, like a tire pressing against a bulge, which made the passengers in the car completely sober!

There was a commotion in the car, and the sober crowd began to look at each other, as if looking for their teammates, Ning Qiushui sat in the back seat, he stood up and looked, some passengers had begun to change places.

Ning Qiushui remembered these people.

The people who will take the initiative to change places at this time must be tricksters looking for their companions.

Soon, in this way, Ning Qiushui identified the eight strangers on the bus.

Of course, under normal circumstances, it is impossible for only eight tricksters to enter the eighth blood gate.

There are also some who have not changed positions, and are probably sitting together.

"Where is this......"

In the crowd, an elderly woman pulled the back of the front with both hands, poked her head out and asked the driver in front.

Maybe it was because the old woman's voice was too quiet, or the roar of the cars around her was too loud for the driver to hear, so he unscrewed the water cup and took a sip of tea.

"Master, where is this?"

Ning Qiushui shouted helped, and then he sat down in the empty seat by the window next to him and looked outside.

A piece of burnt yellow.

They were in an endless wilderness where there was almost nothing but windblown sand and sharp gravel, not even a single weed or dead tree.

The driver spat out a piece of tea out the window and said:

"On Mirage Road."

"It should be almost there, and I guess there's still an hour to go...... Hey, fuck me, what's going on up front, this can also jam traffic? ”

He cursed impatiently and slammed his horn a few more times.

Dee –

Dee –

The shrill horn was so loud that the people in the bus couldn't help but frown.

At this time, everyone leaned out one after another, and their expressions were indescribably strange.

It seems like this is the first time they've encountered this situation.

After entering the Blood Gate, he did not immediately appear at his destination, but ...... On the road.

Moreover, this mirage road looks like there are still a lot of vehicles, two lanes, quite wide, about the limit of three cars with no problem, or one-way, it stands to reason that it should not be blocked.

Ning Qiushui frowned slightly, poked his head out of the car, and looked behind him.

There are also vehicles in the back, but there don't seem to be many left.

About a dozen.

The road is endless, at least a few hundred meters behind you, and you can't see a car coming again.

It's a weird thing.

There is so much traffic in front of you, but you can't see a car in the back?

"Master, where are we going?"

Some passengers asked the driver, and when they heard it, they were a trickster and did not know about the current situation.

The driver poked his head out and looked outside, as if he wanted to know what was going on in front of him, and replied casually:

"Sanhai Town, aren't you going to Sanhai Town?"

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?"

"A one-way street can also get stuck in traffic?"

pS: There are at least two more.

Don't write about the school, write about the road.