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There are many legends in Chengnan City.

The most popular sentence is "The Dragon King in the north of the city, and the impermanence in the west of the city."

Speaking of the West, there has always been a very mysterious definition in human culture. Some people say that there is a yellow spring in the West, which can lead to the underworld; some people say that there is a Lingshan in the West, which can see Buddha; and in the south city, there is a place with extremely floods of Yin City (a place that specializes in idle business).

I heard from the old man here that it is rumored that the west of the south city of the city is the first place where the two Yin Clans, Hei and White, passed by after they arrived in the world.

There are many people who do business in idle business, such as shrouds! Wreaths! Nether paper and money! Urn! And so on...

As for the north.

The legend of the Dragon King River is the simplest. There is a Dragon King sealed at the bottom of the river. From time to time, I would unhappily recycle a few people to visit the bottom of the river.

Compared with this.

The No. 39 bus is not that conspicuous.

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As usual.

Bus No. 39 is driving back and forth on the route it should take and the route it should not take.

Looking for those guests waiting to get into his car.

No matter where he goes, its terminal is always the Black Forest.

This has not changed for many years.

today.

He stopped in front of a city village in the East District that was about to be demolished.

The one who got on the bus was an elderly man who looked like he was in his eighties or nineties.

Look at the dressing, and holding a broom and other tools in my hand, I was obviously a sanitation worker.

"Where are you old?"

"Chuhua University, Chunhua Street!"

After the old man replied to the driver Lao Wang, he sat down not far behind him.

In order to get off the car, he sat closer to the rear door.

Anyway, he is the only one in the car.

No, it seems that there is a black cat entrenched in the rear seat.

A cat occupies the entire row of seats and is lazily lying there. When a person gets in the car, it just glances at it disdainfully and continues to sleep.

The car drove forward.

The bored driver Lao Wang began to talkatively.

Talk about heaven and earth.

Finally, he talked about a difficult case he heard recently that the police are investigating.

"That sewer monster! I have heard of it since I was a child. I didn't expect that after so many years, this monster is still alive. I don't know how many children the beast will kill this time!"

The driver Lao Wang cursed:

"Why didn't you come out? You're going to kill this turtle boy!"

At first, the old man did not take the blame.

Just when the driver Lao Wang said he started to feel bored.

"Then does this monster have a name?" the old man asked, "Any powerful monster should have a name."

"Yes!" The driver Lao Wang recalled carefully: "What does it seem to be called? Panniwis, like his mother penicining, sounds like a medicine name."

The old man sighed: "It's a pity that it's a poison!"

The driver Lao Wang asked in confusion: "Poison? What's the explanation?"

The old man explained:

"Its horror comes from people's fear of it, like poison..."

Lao Wang understood the first half of the sentence, but what about the second half?

At this time, the car had arrived at the station.

"I have arrived!"

The old man slowly stood up and prepared to get off the car.

The driver Lao Wang saw Chuhua University not far away and kindly reminded the old man:

"Chuhua University! I heard that it has not been peaceful here recently! I heard that the sewer monster started to make a fuss from here!"

The old man said helplessly:

"Yes! It's not smooth! The road is not easy to sweep."

Before getting off the bus, the old man politely said: "I'm sorry for you."

"You're welcome, it's my honor to serve you."

The driver Lao Wang said something like this seems to be a normal sentence, but when it came to the old man's ears.

The old man was stunned.

He seemed to hear something else.

He looked at the driver's driver Lao Zhao's gaze from behind, and he said sincerely and respectfully:

"Thanks you!"

"Things are all done!"

The old man said lightly: "It's time to go!"

Bus No. 39 was not in a hurry to leave.

It stopped there for a long time.

The driver Lao Wang watched the figure who was walking away gradually with a big broom.

The eyes were complicated.

He didn't know what to say.

Just stared at the old man silently.

This old man who should have been remembered by Blue Star.

What is his name?

"Damn it!"

The driver Lao Wang patted his head:

"I should ask him the old man's name? At least he should be recorded..."

He came to his senses and remembered the black cat in the car.

"Where are you? Last time you went to the vicinity of Chuhua University..."

Looking back, the black cat in the rear seat was gone.

It seems that I have already gotten off the bus.

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The broken entrance to Chunhua Street.

"Did you send it from that gentleman?"

"I don't want to come."

"What instructions does that sir have?"

"He asked me to hand this over to you!"

The old man looked at the black cat.

The black cat stretched out his claws and spread them out, and a brown pill was placed in the palm of his palm:

“He said this was a dying gift for you.”

The old man took the pill from the black cat.

I was silent for a long time.

The black cat looked at the old man silent, not knowing what to say.

"I just said that the old bastard is not a good thing. You are living well, so what is the last gift you give me! Isn't this cursing you to die?"
To be continued...