It's noon.

The sun outside was fierce.

Rao is dark-skinned driver felt a little unbearable, Ning Qiushui tried to move his muscles and bones, and he found that his body had been replaced by a very weak office worker.

The strength is not great, weaker than ordinary people, but this is not the key, the key problem is that his muscles and bones have become stiff because of long-term work, the degree of ligament stretch is extremely poor, and the muscle instinct is almost non-existent, in this case, even if Ning Qiushui has rich combat experience, he will not be much stronger than ordinary people in the process of frontal fighting.

"Is it so weak......"

Ning Qiushui muttered to himself.

Is Bloodgate restricting his power in disguise?

Dee –

Dee –

Just as Ning Qiushui was thinking, the driver began to press the horn frantically again, and it seemed that the people around him were also irritable at this time, and they also honked the horn wildly.

For a while, the noisy and piercing horn sound came and went, like one after another extremely penetrating needles, through the glass, directly into everyone's eardrums, and pierced the deepest part of the brain.

An indescribable irritability crept into everyone's hearts.

"Fuck it, fuck it, close the window!"

A bald-headed, fat man with a scar on his head yelled at the passengers in the car.

He had a fierce face, and when he started his temper, all the flesh on his face was piled up, and it looked terrifying.

Several people around the seat seemed to be a little jealous of him, showing a look of vigilance.

After all, ghost weapons can prevent ghosts, but they can't prevent people.

Some of the passengers by the window couldn't stand the momentum of the fat man, so they still consciously closed the window.

Part of the reason, of course, is that they themselves find the horns of the cars outside to be too noisy.

The driver also frightened the fat man, stopped honking the horn, and lit a cigarette in an irritable mood.

As soon as the windows were closed, the smoke was a little, and the car was immediately filled with acrid smoke.

I didn't think it was anything if I liked the smell, but many of the passengers on the bus didn't like to smoke and soon coughed.

"Master, can you stop smoking, it's too pungent...... Ahem......"

A female passenger at the front of the seat spoke to the driver, the driver glanced at her, this woman is really good-looking, red lips and white teeth, slender posture, ordinary men will be relatively polite when they see this kind of good-looking woman, but the driver obviously does not eat this, and replied impatiently:

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

"Can't stand the smell of smoke?"

"Hypocrisy!"

The woman who was scolded by the driver frowned, and although she was very unhappy in her heart, she tried her best to endure it.

At this time, the old woman sitting in the two rows in front of Ning Qiushui sat down next to her and opened the closed window.

The sound of the horn, which was finally shut out, didn't have to continue to beat the glass of the car window, and squeezed in directly.

The fat man endured it for two seconds.

Just two seconds.

"Old woman, are you fucking sick?"

"It's so noisy outside, why don't you open your mother's window?"

The fat man scolded fiercely, and his eyes were also fierce.

Although this murderous aura was silent, it was more palpitating than the sound of the whistle spilling outside.

The atmosphere that was originally relaxed, at this time, suddenly became tense again.

The people in the bus didn't know what the fat man was about, and they didn't dare to provoke it easily.

This scene really made Ning Qiushui feel a little ridiculous, he thought, even if that fat man was a powerful ghost, maybe he wouldn't let the tricksters worry so much.

But he's not a ghost, he's a man.

A man who looks like he has a lot of force.

The curly-haired old woman's face was terribly pale, and she coughed as she pointed her mouth and nose outside, breathing in the fresh air.

Although it was only a small gap, it annoyed the fat man, and he stood up and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the thick arm tattooed with a tiger, as if he wanted to teach the old woman a good lesson, and just when everyone was worried, the driver snuffed out the cigarette butt and said to the fat man:

"Okay, okay, no more smoking, no smoking."

"That...... The guy in the back, help the old man close the window! ”

Ning Qiushui saw that the driver glanced at him, and didn't say anything, and smiled at the fat man:

"The eldest brother is dissipated, the old man is unwell, maybe his lungs are a little uncomfortable, I will help her close the window."

In the past, he didn't bother to take care of this fat man, and if he really wanted to do it, three or five couldn't get close to him.

But not anymore.

Right now, his body can be described as weak, and if he really starts with the fat man, he can either find some sharp weapons to sneak attack and kill him with one blow, or ...... was beaten hard by the fat man and beaten half to death.

Neither of these was what Ning Qiushui wanted, he had to first determine which person was Zhao Er, so that he could do it to other NPCs with confidence.

whispered a few words in the old man's ear, and then Ning Qiushui closed the window.

There was still the smell of smoke in the bus, but it didn't take long for it to be filtered clean by everyone's lungs.

The old man's face was a little better.

Ning Qiushui sat back in his original position, and as the noise in his ears weakened a little, the irritability in everyone's hearts gradually subsided a little.

About half an hour passed, and the sound of the horn outside did not abate in the slightest, and the cars blocking the front showed no sign of advancing.

The road was already hot, and the sun overhead was like an oven, scorching everyone so hard that the windows of the cars were closed, and the heat made people sweat profusely.

They were irritable, and the originally dull bus was filled with the whispers of everyone.

The fat man's body, at this time, felt more hot than the people in the car.

He was sweating profusely, pulled the window, and the sound of horns outside made his scalp tingle, and he hurriedly closed it, and shouted at the driver in a holding voice:

"Driver, it's so hot, I don't know how to turn on the air conditioner!"

The driver sitting in the driver's seat also kept wiping the sweat on his neck with a towel, and his tone was helpless:

"Just bear with me, the air conditioning facilities of the bus have long been broken......"

"If I can open it, I still need to say it?"

When the fat man heard this, he cursed in a low voice, opened the window directly, poked his head out, and scolded at the group of cars in front of him:

"Ahead, why don't you stop here and eat?"

"Grass and mud horses, one-way lanes can also be blocked?"

"Got into a car accident?"

"If you have a car accident, can you get out of the way and go to the dispute? There are so many cars behind us, and we can't go?! ”

After he finished yelling, he hurriedly put his head back, closed the window, wiped the sweat from his face with his hands, and suddenly screamed:

"Grass, why does it hurt so much?"

The people in the car looked at the fat man and found that half of his face was already red.

It's the abnormal, sunburned red.

Some places...... Peeling has begun.

pS: There is one more shift, before 12 o'clock.