Please come down when it gets dark

Chapter 186
'Yang Wenlin' continued:
"When transporting the goods into the carriages, none of our supervisors were used.

It was the owner of the goods who put the wooden boxes into the carriage one by one, and then those people fiddled in the carriage for a long time
I wanted to go over to have a look, but was stopped by people, who didn't let me get close.

No one escorted the car, and I, the driver, couldn't go up and take a look, so I was anxious at that time.
In the end, our director came over and gave me 300 yuan."

Hearing that 'Yang Wenlin' came back again, Zhuge Zhengqi immediately interrupted him and said:

"You said this part, tell me what is going on with the gods"

'Yang Wenlin' doesn't know the origin of the ugly Taoist priest in front of him, he is on the same level as King Yama, so he probably won't be a small person
At that moment, 'Yang Wenlin' smiled at Zhuge Zhengqi and said:

"I accepted the director's money, but I still didn't feel confident.

I thought it would be fine if I smuggled wild game and mountain goods, but if they transported white flour or something in my car, then I would be guilty of a serious crime.
While their people were tinkering in the car, I was free to join our director and the cargo owner.

At first they both turned me away, saying they had something to talk about.

Later, everything in the cargo compartment was almost done. The owner of the cargo got on the truck to check it himself, and our director did not come forward.

I sneaked behind the director, and heard him talking to himself--the gods are really hard to serve.
I don’t know if Immortal is a nickname, but our director really calls him that.”

At this time, the big train conductor took a pen and paper and said to the soul:

"Draw the owner of the cargo you mentioned, don't mess things up.

We'll find out what that cargo owner looks like.

If you find something different from what you drew, boy—the eighteen levels of hell let you experience each of them for ten or eight years.”

'Yang Wenlin' smiled bitterly, looked up at the big man and said:
"Master Guicha, it's not that I don't paint, it's that I really don't have the talent
If I could really write and draw, I wouldn’t learn to drive a train.”

While talking, 'Yang Wenlin' picked up a paintbrush and drew a head on the paper, adding nose and eyes to make it look like a hungry ghost.
The big conductor looked at 'Yang Wenlin' helplessly, then turned around with a smile on his face, and said to King Yama:
"Your Highness, among the ghosts in the four carriages, there is one who can draw.

I'll bring him here and let 'Yang Wenlin' dictate, that ghost will draw, you see."

"Ask me about this kind of thing."

King Yan Luo showed a helpless expression, and then continued:
"It's good for you to be the masters. In the car, you have the final say. I'm just a guest."

After a few polite words, the big man turned and left the carriage.

After a while, he came back with a short soul.

Throwing this somewhat bewildered soul beside 'Yang Wenlin', said:

"Give you a great grace, this dead ghost tells the appearance of a person, and you draw this person.

As long as the people you paint are inseparable, you will be spared a few layers of hell.”

This soul looks much clearer than Yang Wenlin who just died,

He looked about 40 years old, with sparse hair and black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Seeing such a good opportunity, Soul agreed again and again, then took the paintbrush handed over by 'Yang Wenlin', and said:
"Let's start now. Tell me about that person's appearance, whether there are moles, birthmarks, tattoos on his face or body.

Is his face round, oval, or square?
What are the characteristics of eyebrows?"

Looking at the serious look of this little soul, how can there be any shadow of other domineering ghosts?
I was curious about how such a soul got on this train, and when I was about to ask the big train conductor about the origin of this soul, I didn't expect Long Gun, who was watching the excitement, to speak first and said:
"How did this little thing get in here?

How did he die?I was drugged by my wife, and I accidentally fell into the heating well while walking.”

The conductor didn't want to offend the dragon species either. Seeing that King Yan Luo squinted his eyes and didn't intend to stop himself, he said in a low voice:
"Don't look at this kid's honesty, but he was not beaten by himself.
This thing is a serial killer, and he likes to kill little girls and boys.

More than a dozen were killed in five or six years, and were later caught by officials from Yangjian.

He has committed too many crimes, so he originally wanted to live in a single room.

But the local earthquake collapsed the single room, so he was locked up with other prisoners. There were prisoners in the big prison who couldn't see it.

While he was sleeping at night, the inmates beat him to death.

The big train conductor was telling about the past crimes of the little 'painter', but it seemed that this soul was not talking about himself.

Still stroke by stroke, according to the dictation of 'Yang Wenlin', a portrait of a character was drawn.

Seeing that the portrait was finished, the big conductor immediately sent the portrait to King Yama.

I don't know why, but ever since the little man's soul came in, I felt a little uncomfortable.

The heart seemed to be held, and there was a feeling of impending disaster.

When the big conductor told about this man's experience, I didn't interrupt, but just watched every move of him and the soul of 'Yang Wenlin' beside him.

When the portrait was finished and everyone's attention was on the portrait, my gaze was still focused on these two souls.

The moment the conductor took the portrait and walked towards King Yama, the little soul glanced at 'Yang Wenlin'.

Although 'Yang Wenlin' didn't express anything, and the little soul also looked away instantly, I still saw this scene clearly
No, the two of them have known each other for a long time!

Just when I was about to open my mouth to remind Yan Luowang, the portrait in the big conductor's hand suddenly bounced out of his hand.
Then the portrait flew towards Jia Lan's soul who was close at hand!

At this moment, I understood in an instant, what kind of nine-curved array, what kind of female ghost, all this is a game, just to let 'Yang Wenlin' get on the car, and then bring the short soul who got on the car ahead of time.

The two of them did not know what method they used to cast a demon on the paper, and they dealt with Jia Lan who seemed to have nothing to do with it.
Seeing that the portrait was about to fly onto Jia Lan's face, Yama, who was sitting beside him, sighed and said:

"Can you respect me, King Yama, and think that I am also dead?"

Just as he sighed, the portrait suddenly burst into flames.

After the portrait caught fire, the speed dropped instantly.
Jia Lan's soul just tilted her head, and easily avoided it.

Seeing that the spells he had practiced many times failed, the two souls jumped up from the ground, and when they were about to pounce on Jialan, Long Gun flew up and kicked the two souls away
(End of this chapter)