Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 139

A middle-aged man stands in the fog.

Although tall, but extremely thin.

He held one end of the chain, and the other end seemed to extend endlessly. After connecting all the ghosts, it led to the deeper depths of the fog.

"Cough cough cough-"

Coughing heavily, the middle-aged man looked suspiciously at the bus not far away, and murmured: "When did this supernatural bus change to a living person as the driver? It's still a young boy."

He didn't deliberately restrain his voice.

So the sound came into the compartment clearly.

The passengers in the carriage listened to the middle-aged man's words, or they were thinking, or guarded, or had nothing to do with themselves.

The trio is concerned about this person, whether it is the ghost master sent by Wuzhuo to hunt them down, while the butcher sitting not far from the door is thinking about other things. He doesn't care.

Unless it was like the ghost willow tree he met earlier, he had to fight together to get out of the predicament. Butcher was unwilling to waste his supernatural power on insignificant things, which was his style all along.

"Ye, Brother Ye."

Looking at the middle-aged man holding dozens of "corpses", Luo Qian beside him swallowed unconsciously, and said nervously, "The people behind this man... are all ghosts, right?"

"If it's not surprising, it should be both."

Lin Fan also looked at the passengers under the car with strange eyes. If he guessed correctly, this was another "old acquaintance".

The doors open as usual.

In front of him was a dark carriage, but the middle-aged man was not in a hurry to get on the train, but took out a cigarette from his dirty clothes pocket and put it in his mouth.

He fumbled in his pockets, trying to find the match he carried with him to light the cigarette, but he couldn't find it. He noticed the young man coming from the driver's seat, and asked casually, "Young man, is there any fire?"

Unexpectedly, the young man refused directly: "Sorry, smoking is not allowed in our carriages. If you must smoke, you can take our blue and white bus next time."

"Wait, wait, what do you mean? Smoking is not allowed in the car now?" the middle-aged man asked confused.

"Yes," Lin Fan looked at him apologetically, shook his head and said, "Now the Lingyi bus has been bought by our company, so new regulations have been set up. I'm sorry for delaying your trip. We are going to close."

"Don't, don't!"

Seeing that the car door was really about to close, the middle-aged man became anxious immediately. He stretched out his withered arm to block the door, scratched his ear and said, "You mean, this bus is confiscated now, so I just don't smoke. If I don't get on the bus today , but there will be a big mess."

While talking.

He shook the iron chain in his hand, piercing through the iron chains of all the ghosts behind him, with a kind of suppression from the superior, he suppressed those recovering spirits again, and all fell into peace.

If it was really a method of the ghost messenger, then this person should be the predecessor of the ghost messenger who didn't run away... Noticing this method of suppressing the ghost, Lin Fan's eyes narrowed, and his original guess became more certain in his heart.

Even if this middle-aged man is not a ghost, it has a lot to do with the ghosts that appear in the real timeline.

"Follow our regulations, then you can definitely get on the bus. I don't know which stop you plan to get off at?" Lin Fan continued to play the role of the bus driver, intending to test this person out more.

"Well, I usually get off at Sishui Village, which is about two or three stops later." The middle-aged man touched his chin and replied.

"Okay, the fare is three ghost dollars."

"What? You still have to charge money?"

The middle-aged man widened his eyes.

Lin Fan took it for granted: "It must be charged. We usually have a cost to maintain and repair the bus. We didn't charge the fare before because they didn't manage it at all. But it's different now. As a driver, I naturally have to bear the operating costs.”

Anyway, a string of bullshit.

Hearing this bunch of inexplicable things, the middle-aged man didn't understand, and he was in a fog, but he understood one thing, that is, he can no longer prostitute ghost buses for nothing in the future.

When the good days come to an end, the bad days follow. A trip costs three ghost money, and a round trip every day is...

A whole six dollars!

Counting this account, the middle-aged man couldn't help but gasp, but he forgot where he was, and a rotten smell suddenly poured into his nostrils.

"Hey, brother driver."

The middle-aged man shouted, "How about this, I don't have any money with me this time, can I give it to you next time? We don't know about the bus, right? What if these dirty things are not sent back today? , that would be a big deal.”

"What will happen?" Lin Fan asked suspiciously.

"Hey, you may not know that there is a bloody coffin in Sishui Village, and there is a terrible thing in it," the middle-aged man poured out his bitterness, "There must be so many ghosts, and they must be restrained all the time." Only the blood coffin can make the things inside a little quieter."

blood coffin...

Isn't that the coffin where ghosts lie?

Lin Fan recalled the plot in the original book.

He suddenly remembered that in Huanggang Village, it was precisely because of the existence of such a coffin that seemed to be covered with blood that the subsequent plot of the story was triggered. At the same time, this coffin was also a place for ghosts to hide.

Some details can be matched. It seems that it is really a ghost. As for the village of Surabaya, I seem to have heard it from somewhere... Lin Fan searched for memories in his mind, with a thoughtful expression on his surface, a little embarrassed.

"OK then."

He acted as if he had finally made up his mind, and repeatedly urged, "Since the incident happened suddenly, then this time I owe you a lot, and I will make up the fare when I take the next bus. Don't forget."

"Of course, of course."

The middle-aged man smiled.

After getting the information he wanted, Lin Fan stopped blocking the car door and returned to his seat, while the ghost messenger walked into the car with an iron chain, and there was a "cracking" sound behind him.

Following one after another, the ghosts walked into the carriage.

The atmosphere in the carriage became bit by bit chilly, and the numbers on the blackboard set up next to the driver's seat were also increasing.

Finally stuck at "12".

This means that apart from the ghost "conductor" hat girl who originally existed in the carriage, the ghost messenger brought out a total of eleven ghosts in this messy graveyard!
Obviously not long ago there was an empty carriage.

There was a lot of "lively" in an instant.

But obviously this kind of "lively" atmosphere is not acceptable to everyone. The three of Yuan Ping sitting in the back row of the carriage straightened their bodies, and there were one after another pale-faced passengers sitting beside them, not even daring to breathe too much. obvious,

The cold breath slapped on them like a tidal wave. Despite the suppression of the supernatural bus, this chilling feeling didn't decrease, on the contrary, it became more serious.

After entering the carriage, the middle-aged man seemed to relax instantly, knowing that there was a bus responsible for suppressing the ghosts, so he could relax a bit.

The seat he chose was also very strange. He went straight to find the nearest seat and sat next to the woman in the hat. Eye rest for a moment.

(End of this chapter)