Chapter 366 Bus in the Republic of China
The path is winding and rugged, the surrounding trees are swaying in the darkness, and the owl at night is staring at the wind and grass in the forest with its gloomy eyes.
If there is a mouse running through the forest, I believe the owl will be happy to spread its wings and kill it.
“This broken place is really weird.” Lin Qian sighed inwardly as he looked at the dark and lifeless supernatural place.
Walking on the path, Lin Qian looked at the surging darkness ahead. He took out an old notebook from his pocket, opened it and took a look at it. After making sure that there was no problem with the way he was walking, Lin Qian put the notebook back.
"It's almost there. I'm looking forward to what the buses of this era will look like. They shouldn't be modern. After all, there is no such thing in this era."
Lin Qian glanced at Renren's figure In the woods, I didn't pay too much attention to the ghosts. It was normal for ghosts to appear in supernatural places, so there was no need to make too much of a fuss.
The dim paths, the enchanting woods, and the haunting chirping of birds all herald something ominous.
At the end of the path, a dim light appeared. Lin Qian squinted his eyes. Although the light was dim, it was still dazzling when it hit other people's eyes.
"What the hell? Even my eyes were irritated." Just when Lin Qian was wondering what kind of light it was, a strong wind pressure hit from the front, followed by an unparalleled Juli.
Stab! Bang!
A violent and harsh sound of braking and impact sounded.
“Damn, the devil is blocking the car!”
“Damn, this is such a bad luck.”
“What nonsense, get out of the car quickly, the car is about to stall. ”
The dim lights began to go out, and a few curses sounded.
In the darkness not far away, Lin Qian shook his head and stood up from the ground with some dizziness. He looked at the bus in front of him. The bus in front of him was very old. I mean old here. , not referring to its appearance that looks old, but referring to the bus style.
The tires of the bus standing in front of Lin Qian are a bit big, the glass on the window is dark yellow, and the style is a single-sided push-pull type.
The word "car" is written in red paint on the outer shell of the bus. The driver can be seen at a glance from the front of the bus. The shape of the front of the bus is very unique.
The buses from the 1930s of the Republic of China look really old.
Lin Qian patted the dust on his clothes and looked at the bus up and down. At first glance, the sense of age was really strong, giving people the illusion that he had returned to that era.
Uh...it seems like he is in this era now.
At this moment, the bus has stalled and the carriage is shrouded in darkness, but even so, Lin Qian can still see the driver in the driving seat.
The empty and lifeless expression showed that it was a fierce ghost.
“It’s quite scary that a ghost is actually the bus driver in this era.” Lin Qian stared at the ghost driver and touched his chin, with a strange look in his eyes.
He suddenly had the urge to eat this ghost, but he just didn't know if eating this fierce ghost would stop the bus from driving.
Just when Lin Qian was thinking about eating the ghost and the bus was still unable to move, a voice suddenly came from the roadside of the bus: "I'm going to stand up immediately after being hit by a bus. , This thing is so fierce!”
“Damn it, it’s really fierce.”
"What should we do now? Wait, that thing is coming this way!"
"Huh?! It's coming! Then just sit and knit, hide in the woods, and wait for the bus. Come back after re-igniting the fire, otherwise, with our strength, can we survive it?”
"It makes sense!"
Lin Qian listened to the footsteps in the darkness and the sound of leaves being pushed aside. The corner of his mouth twitched. Looking at the figure disappearing in the darkness, Lin Qian thought for a while. Didn't chase them.
He doesn't have much time to trouble these people, he has to finish his own thing.
Coming to the side of the bus, which is the direction of the door, the door is also very old. It is the style of folding door. In modern times, some buses in mountainous areas still use this kind of door.
Lin Qian is no stranger to this.
The car door is closed now, and the darkness inside is very thick. Looking from the outside, the ominousness still rushes straight into his heart.
The buses of this era are much scarier than modern buses. Lin Qian looked at the seats in the carriage. There were almost forty seats, which was a lot more than modern buses.
"Have the ghosts of modern buses been dismantled?" Lin Qian looked at those seats with some confusion.
Based on the comparison of seats and terror levels of buses in the two eras, it is obvious that the buses in the Republic of China period were stronger.
“It’s such a confusing and awkward era.” Lin Qian muttered in his heart.
In the dark world, winding roads, gloomy woods, and a bus parked on the side of the road, this scene is as weird as possible.
Ignoring the vague glances from the woods, Lin Qian mentally calculated the time for the bus to restart. When the engine roared, Lin Qian's timer ended.
"Two minutes, one minute less than a modern bus. It's really a different bus." Lin Qian's expression moved slightly as he listened to the sound of the engine that was as steady as the phlegm in the old man's throat. .
The dim lights came on, and the lights in the bus began to recover one by one. The door suddenly opened, and a coldness rushed out from the car.
The lights inside the carriage were even dimmer than the lights outside. Lin Qian did not hesitate and stepped directly onto this bus with a very contemporary look.
Entering the carriage, Lin Qian saw clearly this time that there were a total of forty-nine seats in the carriage, including the driver's seat, a total of fifty.
The Tianyan is fifty, the Dayan is forty-nine, and people get one of them. This has a really good meaning.
Lin Qian glanced at the driver. The ghost driver, with a numb expression and empty eyes, was sitting quietly in the driver's seat, motionless. It seemed that it had no intention of collecting Lin Qian's fare.
Lin Qian didn't pay much attention to the driver and found a seat to sit down. There was no sign on the bus, but there was a passenger counter.
It is a counter made of yellow paper. The number on it at the moment is three. The number three is written on the yellow paper with blood-red paint.
The paint soaked into the yellow paper, leaving winding and twisted traces on it.
"Are the three ghosts in the car?" Lin Qian looked at the driver and then at the empty seats, and felt a little clearer.
He is a fierce ghost, the bus driver is another, and there is another one hidden in the bus itself. This one is probably the one in modern buses.
Looking at the counter, Lin Qian felt the urge to take it away again. Something that could record the real-time number of ghosts was really eye-catching.
The seats on this bus are not very comfortable to sit on. I don’t know what they are made of, and they feel a bit harsh on your butt when you sit on them.
The engine was still roaring, and the sound of spitting up phlegm in the throat sounded really uncomfortable. Lin Qian pushed up his glasses, and through the light yellow glass, he could see three men in Republican costumes quickly Run this way.
The sound insulation effect in the carriage was not good, so Lin Qian could easily hear the conversation of the three people while they were running.
“What the fuck, there’s actually a hanged ghost in the woods. It’s so suspenseful, what the fuck, I almost didn’t get hanged in there.”
“Shut up first. , you damn thing, you actually ran out alone when something happened, I Didn't the three of us agree to form an alliance? Why are you trying to trick me?"
Looking at the two people running in front, the middle-aged man at the end had a dark face: "伱Can you wait for me? Why are you running so fast?”
"Nonsense, why don't you run so fast and get killed by that thing behind you?" A person looked back. In the darkness behind him, a ghost with an old hemp rope around his neck was walking in the direction of the bus. Come.
Seeing this scene, the man ran away faster.
Lin Qian looked at the fierce ghost from the car window. It looked very blurry. He could only see a figure clearly, but his specific appearance was not clear.
“The Hanged Ghost, the name is correct.”
Looking at the old hemp rope being dragged, the blood stains on it were obvious, and then looking at the one running at the front A circle of purple bruises can be seen on the person's neck.
It seems that he was really attacked. This person's luck is worse than the other two.
“I’m so sorry, I’m finally here.”
The first person to run onto the bus was holding on to a seat, breathing heavily, looking like he had been robbed. The look of the rest of my life.
"You guys on horseback, don't block my way."
The next person ran up and pushed away the panting person in front of him. Without hesitation, I found a seat and sat down.
Then came the person who ran at the end. He ran onto the bus, swallowed, and did not look at the person who was pushed away. He also found a seat and sat down.
"What a fool, these two unreasonable guys." The man muttered, but after he glanced behind him, he quickly found a seat and sat down.
He touched his neck and still felt a little scared.
The door of the bus closed slowly, and the evil ghost got on the bus before the door was completely closed.
Wow.
The sound of turning pages of paper sounded. Lin Qian looked up at the counter. The three before had turned into four, which was almost the same as before. There were blood-red traces on the twisted numbers.
As the door closed and the bus started to move, Lin Qian looked at the scenery outside the window that was starting to retreat, and her eyes became deep.
The hanged man who got on the bus found a seat nearby and sat down. The light in the car became darker again, and as the bus started, a line slowly appeared on the windshield in front of the bus. Red writing.
Next stop: Ghost Garden
The handwriting was hideous and twisted, and a faint smell of blood filled the carriage. Lin Qian's expression moved slightly. This bus seemed to have more functions.
"It's really interesting. How about a ghost tour?" Lin Qian looked at the darkness in front of the bus and became interested in this era. (End of this chapter)