Chapter 250 Leaving Baiyang Village
The rickshaw driver stood motionless, waiting for Wen Zhong to hand him the ticket in his hand. The bell on the handlebar kept shaking as if to urge Wen Zhong to hurry up. Pay your ticket and get on the bus.
“Are you a human or a ghost?” Wen Zhong stared at the rickshaw driver in front of him with burning eyes. No matter how he looked at him, he looked like a mummy that had been dead for a long time.
However, the other party's behavior was not much different from that of a living person, and was different from all the ghosts he had encountered so far.
Silence.
The rickshaw driver had no intention of speaking, and the two were just in a stalemate. Even though the bell on the handlebar was shaking and crackling, Wen Zhong had no intention of getting on the bus.
"Boss Wen, what are you waiting for? Get in the car and leave this hellish place."
Suddenly, Dai Zhibin's voice came from the front.
He saw that there had been no movement on Wen Zhong's side for a long time. Out of curiosity, he leaned out and looked this way. Unexpectedly, Wen Zhong hadn't gotten into the car yet and was in a stalemate with the driver.
Wen Zhong glanced at Dai Zhibin when he heard this.
He had already gotten into the car, and the rickshaw driver in front of him had already held the handle of the car in his hand again, leaning forward slightly, as if he was ready to set off at any time.
"Did you give the ticket?" Wen Zhong did not shy away from the two rickshaw drivers and asked directly: "What is there in the car? Is there anything unusual about it?"
Dai Zhibin replied He said: "I have given him my ticket and everything on the bus is normal. There is nothing on it.”
“Is that so?”
Wen Zhong thought for a while and handed the ticket to the rickshaw who kept holding out his hand stiffly. Husband, if this stalemate continues, I'm afraid he won't be able to leave here.
The moment he handed the ticket to the other party, Wen Zhong held the coachman's hand, and a cold touch came. Then Wen Zhong felt as if his hand no longer belonged to him, and he quickly pulled his hand back.
The coachman did not check the ticket carefully after taking it. He directly stuffed the ticket into his mouth. The whole process was very fast. He only saw the mouth under the watch full of misshapen teeth.
Teeth are layered on top of each other, and the whole mouth is crowded with teeth. It is a bit like the rotten teeth in the mouth of a thinking ghost. I don’t know what the relationship between this coachman and the thinking ghost is.
Then, the driver's body bent slightly, as if to make room for Wen Zhong to make it easier for him to get on the bus.
"This ghost doesn't look like a living person. It's very scary. Forget it, let's not cause any more trouble at this juncture." Wen Zhong thought this way and stepped onto the rickshaw in front of him.
After he got in the car, everything was back to normal.
Soon, the bell hanging on the handlebar returned to its normal shaking frequency, and the rickshaw began to move forward slowly under the pull of the driver.
“Ding bell, ding bell——”
The sound of the bell shaking was clear and sweet, dispersing the surrounding black smoke. The hood of the rickshaw slowly fell, covering Wen Zhong’s entire body. Once inside, everything around became quiet.
Wen Zhong raised his eyebrows, a wound opened between his eyebrows, and a bloodshot eyeball popped out. He tried to observe the situation outside through the car cover.
But there were only intermittent images printed in Guitong's sight, as if he was watching an old closed-circuit TV. The images inside had serious frame drops, and it was impossible to see the specific situation clearly.
Seeing this, several more wounds opened on Wen Zhong's face, and strange bloodshot eyes popped out one after another.
This time, the picture he saw was much more complete.
Although it was still dark outside the car, behind him, in the direction leaving Baiyang Village, there were weak and dim lights.
For some reason, Wen Zhong always felt that there were two people standing at the entrance of Baiyang Village, and two vague human silhouettes were watching them from a distance.
When Wen Zhong saw this, two more ghost pupils appeared on his face. At this moment, his vision was clearer than ever before. Through the black fog, he finally saw clearly the two figures standing at the entrance of the village.
The two people were Su Yue and Song Xin, and they seemed to have noticed that Wen Zhong was peeping. They stiffly raised an arm and shook it towards him mechanically, as if waving goodbye to him. .
Seeing this strange scene, Wen Zhong couldn't help but sweat broke out on his forehead, because he clearly saw a strange and slightly stiff smile appear on the corners of the two people's mouths at the same time.
“Damn it, what’s wrong with these two people to do this to me? Come to think of it, what time is it in Baiyang Village now? How come they two appeared at the same time.”
Wen Zhong cursed quietly and withdrew his gaze.
Although he had promised Su Changguang to bring a message to Su Yue, it did not mean that he would stay in Baiyang Village and look for her. The village was getting weirder and weirder. Even if he was not careful now, he might capsize in the gutter. .
If nothing else, let’s just talk about the vampire in the cemetery who is suspected to be the vampire with a big knife left behind after Su Changguang’s ghost regained consciousness. Even Wen Zhong now is not completely sure of restraining it.
There is also the fierce ghost that keeps time going back in Baiyang Village. I am afraid that the opponent's terror level will not be lower than that of the vampire.
There are still many secrets in Baiyang Village. He will have to wait until he becomes stronger in the future to explore them slowly.
"There is also Wang Muyou. I don't know if he is really dead, or Su Changguang is trying to trick me. Forget it, let's wait until later. In the final analysis, he is still not strong enough." Wen Zhong sighed. After taking a breath, he looked around again.
The speed of the rickshaw was getting faster and faster, and the black smoke shrouding the surroundings seemed to have become lighter. Only then did he see clearly that he was on a winding road.
There are a few shabby tile-roofed houses scattered beside the highway. They are covered with cobwebs and dust. It looks like no one has lived in them for a long time.
Suddenly, a shabby tiled house at the front of the highway suddenly lit up with a dim light, and then a broken wooden door was pushed open from the inside.
The people in the room seemed to have heard something, so they came out to investigate.
Wen Zhong wanted to see the figure clearly, but the rickshaw ran past quickly, leaving Wen Zhong no room to watch.
Then black smoke filled the surroundings again, wrapping the rickshaw again. This time, not only the dilapidated tile-roofed houses, but also the highway disappeared, and Guitong's vision turned into darkness again.
“This black smoke is somewhat similar to a ghost land, and the shabby tile-roofed houses and this road look like another supernatural place. Is it possible that every time the scenery outside this rickshaw appears, it will be the same place? A supernatural place?"
Thinking about it, Wen Zhong couldn't help but feel a little creepy. (End of this chapter)