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Chapter 17: Happy bar, dead

Looking at the crowded crowds of people getting on the bus, I shook my arms impatiently. "What are you doing? Why are you still trying to stop? If you don't go up and grab the seat, we have to stand to Hunan."

Lao Jin gave me a blank look and said, "Sometimes I really don't understand. Just based on your IQ, how could Ma Shiba have a grandson who is so unsatisfactory."

I blinked, not understanding what he meant for a moment.

Lao Jin sighed and said, "When we went into the culvert to hide from the rain, how many people were in the car?"

I thought about it and replied with uncertainty: "There was originally a full car, but later I got off the car, and there should be more than a dozen."

Lao Jin nodded, then pointed to the shuttle bus and said, "Look at it now."

I looked in the direction of his finger and saw that the car was full of people, but there were still many people queuing up to get on the car.

I grabbed my head, and I couldn't figure out why so many people were added for no reason.

Suddenly, I thought of the bus that had just fallen into the mountain stream and the passengers who disappeared for no reason. Could it be that the extra people were on the bus?

I looked at Diao Laojin, but he nodded as if he understood what I was asking. "They are here to find a scapegoat!"

I swallowed with difficulty and asked, "So what should we do? Should we remind others?"

Lao Jin said it was useless. Even if we stop this time, there will be a next time soon. If they don’t find the scapegoat, they will never give up.

As I was talking, the bus had started slowly, and I felt a little reluctant. I was afraid that none of the people in this car would survive.

Lao Jin said that these are all fixed numbers. They have this disaster, because they have too much grudges in their previous life. Not to mention that we can't help them at all. Even if they really help this time, they can't escape the next time.

I didn't know if Lao Jin said this to comfort me, but I nodded.

At this time, we are in the place where we are not in front of the village or the shops, and it is at least dozens of miles away from the next town. I thought I would sleep in the barren mountains tonight, but I didn't expect another bus to drive over.

The sky was completely dark at this time, and the lights in the car were a little dim. When I saw that there was no one in the car, I was almost frozen. I hurriedly stopped the car and pulled Diao Laojin up. But the car did not get warmer, but it became a little colder. When I saw that the glass on the bus was broken.

"I said, Master, the glass is broken, why don't you ask for repairs?"

I walked in and greeted the driver, but I didn't expect that the driver had no reply at all. I thought this guy was so calm that he was too lazy to touch his cold butt.

But Diao Laojin suddenly laughed.

I said why are you laughing at? Could it be that you still like this broken car?

Lao Jin shook his head and said, "I laughed at myself for being too stupid. Be careful all the way. I didn't expect that I was just about to kick, but I still overturned the boat."

As he spoke, he winked at me without leaving any trace.

Following his gaze, I was really shocked, because even the drivers on the bus were only two and a half people.

Why do you say two and a half? Because the driver was only half of his body, as if something was split from the middle of his forehead. The fracture was extremely flat, but there was no trace of blood.

I swallowed hard, looked up at the signboard in front of the seat, and saw two clear numbers on it - 29.

Isn’t the bus No. 29 that just fell off the cliff?

After seeing it clearly, my first reaction was to jump off the car, but the door was already locked, and the vehicle was driving very fast. Even if I could jump down, I would have to be smashed to pieces.

Thinking of this, I slowly moved to Diao Laojin's side, lowered my voice and whispered: "Don't smile foolishly, I'd better think of a solution!"

But Lao Jin said that at this point, he had no good idea.

At first I thought that the passengers on this bus turned into unjust souls, and it would be fine when they found the scapegoat. Who would have thought that this bus would have problems? Who could blame this? If you want to blame me, I can only blame it for being too careless. Now even Diao Laojin has said this, and it seems that he can only accept his fate.

But soon I realized something was wrong, because Lao Jin said this with a smile, and knew that he would die soon, so who could laugh?

Moreover, he did not hide his voice, obviously he was fearless.

I felt a lot relieved to figure this out. After all, I have seen Lao Jin’s ability with my own eyes, not to mention that if he had no skills, my grandfather would not ask him to take care of me.

As soon as my heart was settled, Lao Jin had already left the seat and walked directly to the passenger seat. He lit a cigarette and took a sip and placed it on the dashboard in front of the driver. Then he patted his palm gently.

The Qingyan was originally straight upward, but when he clapped his hands, he actually floated towards the driver's nostrils.

The "half driver" seemed to be very enjoying it. He took a deep breath and the speed slowed down a lot.

Lao Jin said a few more words, then took out a stack of underworld coins from his arms and stuffed them into the driver's arms. The driver nodded and then stopped the car.

What does having money mean to make ghosts push? Today I have seen it with my own eyes, but I can’t help but wonder why Lao Jin carries ghost coins with him?

As soon as the car stopped, I immediately jumped down. It was not until now that I could see clearly that the bus was just a kind of paper-made car that was burned for dead people.

After it left, I plucked up the courage and said, "What are you talking about? Isn't it a piece of cake to deal with it with your ability?"

Lao Jin shook his head again, "If it's just an ordinary little ghost, it's simple, but it's obviously not. The Yin and Yang realms are clearly distinct, and you can't get on the bus at midnight, otherwise the next stop will be the underworld. It's already a fortune to let us go if it can sell my personal favors. Otherwise, we will have to accept our fate."

I was a little scared when I said this. It seemed that we had met a very difficult guy just now. Fortunately, Diao Lao Jin was there, so I really couldn't imagine it.

We both continued walking along the winding mountain road.

Before we walked far, a motel appeared in front of us, just sitting alone at the foot of the mountain, with several strange-looking cars parked in front of the door. We learned from our mistakes and learned from each other. We both stopped at the same time and looked at them carefully.

After a while, I swallowed my saliva and asked, "Is there something weird here?"

Lao Jin looked around and said, "It's too far from the hotel, I can't see it clearly, but there is a heavy yang energy there, unlike anything dirty. As for whether it's weird, it's time to live there before you know." As he said that, he strode over.

"This... isn't this taking risks with my own life?" I couldn't help but retreat a little, but I followed suit.

Fortunately, I was too careful. It was normal from the procedures to check-in. The waiter was also very friendly. Nothing happened. However, a red Maybach parked at the entrance of the hotel was divided into eye-catching.

The hotel has only two floors, so I chose a room next to the window on the second floor. Because there was only a single room, Diao Laojin had to live next to me.

As soon as I settled my things, there was a sound of blowing and beating outside. I didn't care too much about falling head-on on the bed, and I fell asleep quickly.

I was confused and a woman's whimper came from my ears. I suddenly thought of Ma Fangfang, jumped up from the bed, walked around the room, but didn't see a ghost, but the crying continued. Only then did I realize that the crying was coming from outside the window.

When I opened the window, I saw a group of mourning people passing by in front of the hotel. They walked and cried, and behind the group, a coffin was followed by a coffin, carried by sixteen people.

Seeing this scene, my brows frowned instantly. Burial in the middle of the night is a taboo, and strange things often happen. Even if I don’t cheat the corpse, it will harm my descendants.

I was about to make a reminder, but after thinking about it, I still held back. After all, it was someone else's business and I couldn't interrupt it. Moreover, I was just a passing by, and even if something happened, it had nothing to do with me.

That being said, I always felt a little sad when I knew someone had made a taboo but didn't remind me. I hesitated for a while and went downstairs.

There were many people gathered at the entrance of the hotel, obviously they were all watching the fun. It was raining outside, the ground was muddy, and the coffin was extremely heavy, so they walked very slowly, making a creaking sound as they walked.

I soon discovered that the creaking sound was made by the joy bar, and it seemed that it could break at any time.

At this time, Lao Jin also heard the movement and walked out of the room. I told him the sound just now. Lao Jin picked up two benches without saying a word and rushed over and placed them under the coffin. I also stopped the group of people.

Seeing our young and old disturbing the funeral procession, the crowd suddenly became in an uproar. Soon a middle-aged man rushed to me and scolded, "Are you fucking crazy?"

Judging from his appearance, it seemed that he might rush up and punch me at any time. Before I could speak, Lao Jin had already come over and whispered: "Xi Bar, it's so unlucky, so let them rest for a while, and it's midnight..."

Before Lao Jin finished speaking, the man was already a little impatient and cursed, "What kind of world is it? I'm still here to deceive the public. Get out of here. If you don't leave, believe it or not, I'll let you die first?"

Due to our delay, those who carried the coffin could no longer support it, so they put the coffin on the stool prepared by Lao Jin in advance.

Although these people are all strong young men, they are like eggplants made by frost, and they are breathing heavily.

The middle-aged man looked back and then started to curse. "Look at your cow, it's so hard to carry a coffin, is it that heavy?"

Lao Jin and I looked at each other and couldn't help but shake our heads. It was most taboo to bury at night during the funeral, and we couldn't say dying loudly. Other words are usually replaced by old, fat, or lost.
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