Please, It's A Scary World

Fang Ming's urging did not explain too much.

All he knew was that when that red event team came over, they would be in danger.

Especially after experiencing the unintentional glance from the neighbor on the ninth floor just now, he didn't dare to use his life to test any dangerous things at will. There are too many strange existences in this world.

And judging from the meaning of the old man's words, this red event team is likely to be related to Crimson.

What Crimson is there, he knows very well.

At that time, he was only glanced at by the crimson projection in the world of desire to kill, and directly activated the system's self-defense mechanism, almost dying.

This kind of existence is countless times more terrifying than the neighbors on the ninth floor.

Inside the blood coffin, the taboo paper figurine could clearly hear the seriousness in Fang Ming's tone, agreed, and quickly ordered the coffin-carrying paper figurine to carry the blood coffin and rush up to the bus.

Those paper men who opened the way, beat the gong, played the suona, cried for funerals, and scattered "eight five seven" coins broke into paper money on the spot, and the whole road was paved with white.

The boarding door of the No. 4 bus was wide open.

Fang Ming and Seventh Brother have already jumped off the blood coffin.

But even so, the blood coffin still couldn't go up through this small door.

The driver of the car was a middle-aged uncle with his entire face crushed.

Seeing this situation, he pressed a button in front of him expressionlessly.

"Kalala~"

The two rear doors of the bus opened.

Suddenly, a surge of Yin Qi rushed out of it, blowing the dust on the ground into the air.

Fang Ming patted the blood coffin: "Go to the back and get in the car!"

The coffin bearer immediately rushed to the back of the bus carrying the blood coffin.

This time it went much smoother, and several coffin bearers carried the blood coffin and got into the car.

At the front door, the driver looked at Fang Ming expressionlessly, as if asking "Can you get in the car?" He looked a little impatient.

Fang Ming nodded, let Seventh Brother go up first, and then looked back at the old man and the little boy on the station.

Said: "Thank you."

But the old man seemed to have not heard, and still said to the little boy self-consciously: "My dear grandson, you must not talk when you get on the bus, we must be good people, the bus is a public place, the best thing is to keep quiet, Otherwise, it will disturb others."

The little boy looked at Fang Ming with a smile: "But Grandpa, can others not talk?"

The old man curled his lips: "Whoever speaks will have his tongue pulled out. Those who don't follow the rules will be punished, and ah, in the future, you must not sit by yourself alone."

Little boy: "Oh, where do we get off after that?"

The old man: "The incense shop, next time we take the car to see your big brother, we will naturally buy more paper money for incense sticks. Hey, let's not talk about it, the car is about to start, let's sit for a while."

As he spoke, the old man walked back with his arms around the little boy, and sat down on the bench on the platform.

The little boy's dark eyes were fixed on Fang Ming the whole time.

Hearing what the old man said, the little boy took off the bloody little schoolbag from behind his back.

"Hula" a bloody kitten jumped out of the schoolbag.

"Mimi, don't run~" The little boy grabbed the kitten.

"Meow~" the kitten hissed, and a cloud of blood mist sprang up.

Fang Ming was a little stunned, but the next moment, a bloody kitten slowly emerged from the blood pool on the ground, looking just like the kitten just now.

The little boy bent down to pick up the kitten, and gave Fang Ming a weird smile.

His mouth moved slightly.

No sound came out.

But Fang Ming understood: "big brother, is it fun?"

"Boom boom boom~"

At this time, the bus roared.

Seeing that it was about to start, Fang Ming hurriedly stepped forward.

"Crack" the front door closed directly.

The bus starts to move forward.

From the front window, Fang Ming could still see the little boy smiling at him.

And the old man who rolled his eyes had already closed his eyes.

As the bus drifted away, the figure of the old man became smaller and smaller in Fang Ming's eyes.

Even the darkness near the platform seems to have become silent.

Fang Ming came back to his senses, turned around and walked into the bus.

There are not many people in the car.

The blood coffin was parked quietly in the aisle, and the paper figurines she planted had already turned into paper money all over the floor.

Seventh Brother was sitting in the back row, waving at him.

In addition to the driver, there were three other people in the car.

A man with a scar on his face, looking extremely fierce.

A pregnant woman, and a pale young man.

When the three of them saw Fang Ming coming up, they just raised their heads and looked elsewhere.

There was an eerie silence in the entire carriage.

"Be quiet on the bus and obey the rules of the bus.

"If you don't follow the rules, your tongue will be pulled out."

"Don't pass the stop, get off at the candle shop..."

Fang Ming thought of the old man's words, and his heart froze slightly.

It seems that this bus is not that simple, but I just don't know where the weirdness is.

At least not to make a sound is definitely right.

Fang Ming took a deep breath and started walking towards Brother Qi.

Sitting down next to Seventh Brother, Seventh Brother wanted to ask about the situation with a puzzled face.

Seeing this, Fang Ming quickly stretched out his hand to stop it.

And covered his mouth and shook his head at Seventh Brother, motioning him not to speak.

Although Seventh Brother didn't understand it for the time being, he no longer acted rashly.

Because I can also feel the weird atmosphere on the bus.

Seeing this, the three people in the car all showed disdainful expressions.

"Accordingly, the taboo paper figurine should have walked this road several times, and there have been no problems at all before. Why did I run into the wedding party after I came out?"

"This is not right, and this wedding party is related to Crimson."

"Crimson...knowing that I came out, the only thing related to Crimson is the desire to kill.

"It's not a trick she did secretly this time, is it?"

"What the hell is this bitch woman trying to do?"

"It seems that when I go back this time, I must find a way to make her calm down.

While Fang Ming was thinking, the bus had already traveled a certain distance.

A festive sound of blowing and beating is getting closer.

Fang Ming looked out of the window, and sure enough, he saw a long procession of welcoming the bride from far to near.

Straight 5.6 walked towards the bus.

There are at least three or four hundred people in the team.

Some people beat the gong, some played the suona, and some continued to sprinkle blood-red petals into the air.

What a lively scene.

Everyone is dressed in festive red attire, with a big crimson flower on their chest.

Everyone was drawn together by a long red yarn, with a uniform and stiff smile on their faces.

It's as if everyone is a body without any thoughts.

It looks weird.

In the middle of the team was a crimson sedan chair as tall as a two-story building.

There were thirty people carrying the sedan chair alone.

In the sedan chair, there was a faint sound of singing opera.

"The new love is better than the old love, because the wife is no longer a bird in the same forest"

"Cut the red candle short on the night of the bridal chamber, and lie drunk on the big red bed~"

"Ah~ red apricot outside the wall, red apricot outside the wall~ I am different from that newcomer~".