Please, This is a Scary World

　　After all, the welcoming team is getting closer.

　　It is estimated that there is another half-minute distance, and it is necessary to meet the bus.

　　Fang Ming glanced at the seventh brother next to him, and he was already stunned by this time.

　　He finally knew why Fang Ming had to let them in the car.

　　If they continue to move forward, they will meet this happy event team, and there will definitely be no good results.

　　Thinking of what the old man said, and Fang Ming's decisiveness.

　　He couldn't help but cast his gaze on Fang Ming's face, showing a hint of admiration.

　　Fang Ming nodded at him, smiled slightly, and signaled that he was at ease.

　　Then he looked at the blood coffin placed in the aisle.

　　The blood coffin stopped there quietly, and there was no movement.

　　It seems that Taboo Paper Figure prefers this sense of silence rather than speaking.

　　The bus was moving at a constant speed.

　　Fang Ming couldn't help holding his breath as he watched the welcoming team continue to enlarge in his eyes.

　　"Should... be alright."

　　ten meters.

　　five meters.

　　three meters.

　　Suddenly, the welcoming team stopped abruptly.

　　With a swing of the red silk sticking out from the sedan chair, dozens of red-clothed men who were walking in front were flung in front of the bus with a swish.

　　"not good!"

　　Fang Ming's pupils shrank for a while, and his heart suddenly lifted.

　　The existence in the sedan chair seems to be not ready to let the bus go.

　　But the bus driver still drove the car forward as if he didn't see the man in red in front.

　　"Pass!"

　　"Everything!"

　　The people in red who stopped in front of the bus were all knocked out.

　　But these red-clothed people were all like porcelain dolls. When they were knocked out, they exploded into a cloud of blood mist in the air. The blood mist was so thick that it directly stuck to the car window.

　　Dozens of people in red exploded in a row, and the entire bus was covered in blood mist.

　　From the outside, it has become a bloody moving cuboid.

　　However, the bus still did not stop.

　　The driver still stepped on the accelerator leisurely, fiddled with the steering wheel, and drove forward steadily.

　　The other passengers in the car didn't seem to care about the situation outside at all, and were still doing their own thing.

　　The scarred man took out a small knife from his arms and began to sharpen his nails.

　　The pregnant woman kept rubbing her stomach, as if to soothe the fetus.

　　The pale-faced young man slumped backward and lay on the chair as if he had no bones.

　　Fang Ming noticed the strange behavior of everyone, and the tension in his heart relaxed slightly.

　　"It seems that these two buses are not so simple."

　　"Otherwise, the old man on the platform wouldn't let me get on the train."

　　"Obviously he knew what was special about this bus, even if it was stopped, it would go no further."

　　"It seems that we will pass safely, just get off at the incense candle shop later."

　　"The taboo paper man should know the way."

　　Fang Ming gradually felt relieved.

　　Outside the window, the blood mist wrapped around the bus began to squeak.

　　It seems to corrode the whole car.

　　But no matter how the blood and water changed, it did not cause any harm to the bus.

　　"what?"

　　There was a voice from outside as if a question resounded in the soul.

　　Obviously, the strangeness of the bus made the existence of the huge sedan chair a little unexpected.

　　Fang Ming could feel a terrifying gaze falling on the bus from the sedan chair.

　　This look seems to see through everything about the bus.

　　After a while, when the bus traveled a distance of fifty or sixty meters, the terrifying eyes slowly moved away.

　　The voice of singing came from behind.

　　"The colorful butterflies outside the window are in pairs, and I have no one to accompany me in my boudoir."

　　"I saw the passing carriage, but I couldn't stop it."

　　"That's all, I'm going to find my sweetheart~"

　　"My lover, wait for me to find Ni~"

　　The welcoming team started to lift the sedan chair again, and the blood mist originally wrapped around the bus also receded.

　　It slipped from the car and formed blood puddles on the ground.

　　The next moment, dozens of red-clothed men emerged from the blood pit, still with weird smiles on their faces, and then joined the welcoming team.

　　Blowing and beating, the hundreds of meters long welcoming team headed east.

　　When the singing and beating were no longer heard, Fang Ming sat up from his seat and looked at the rear window of the car.

　　The welcoming team was no longer in sight.

　　"It was indeed the right thing to get in the car."

　　"When I go back, I would like to thank the old man and the little boy."

　　"But why do I always feel that the little boy smiles a little maliciously?"

　　"Is there any other danger in the car?"

　　Thinking of this, Fang Ming suddenly froze.

　　"It seems that we didn't even pay for the ride!"

　　"This... how much should I pay?"

　　"Paper money? Coins?"

　　"I can't speak yet, I can't ask questions."

　　"It's sloppy, I'll say why I always feel something is wrong."

　　Fang Ming suddenly became vigilant.

　　Moreover, he also thought of a serious problem.

　　That is, this bus obviously has no broadcasting function.

　　So which stop is the candle shop?

　　And, under normal circumstances, it is impossible for a site to be a candle shop.

　　It should be a certain site, there will be a candle shop.

　　So, which site is that site?

　　"I knew it wasn't that simple."

　　"The old man should have some purpose in drinking the little boy, not just to help me."

　　"Is there any information in what they said that I didn't decipher?"

　　While Fang Ming was thinking hard, the bus suddenly paused and the speed slowly slowed down.

　　Only heard a "squeak~~" brake sound, the bus stopped.

　　Fang Ming looked outside subconsciously, and saw "Conscience Supermarket" written on the stop sign outside.

　　The bus door opens.

　　A fat man came up in front.

　　Fang Ming's eyes immediately fell on the fat man.

　　He wants to see what this fat man will pay for.

　　The next moment, he saw a scene that made his eyes widen.

　　I saw that the fat man directly "clicked" and bit off his fingers, then laughed awkwardly, and threw it into the automatic coin box. .

Chapter 169

　　"Finger?"

　　"Why are you throwing your finger?"

　　Fang Ming frowned slightly.

　　The fat man walked in slowly from the door.

　　When he saw the blood coffin in the aisle, he was obviously a little surprised.

　　But the surprise was only fleeting.