The young man with a shaved head seemed to have finished vomiting, and he pushed the lunch box away from the table with a look of disgust on his face. He felt that he had never eaten anything so unpleasant in his life.
After vomiting, the young man took his cup and drank a gulp of hot water. This time he felt his stomach felt much better. He opened the window and let the breeze outside clear the odor in the car.
Soon, the young man felt his stomach began to growl again. He had not eaten anything, but he had vomited it out just now, and now he was even more hungry.
At this moment, behind the young man, a hand suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. The young man was startled. When he turned around, he saw an elderly man sitting behind him, holding a steamed bun and passing it to him. .
"Young man, you can't just be hungry. I see you've vomited a lot again. It's very uncomfortable to have an empty stomach. Come on, have a steamed bun. It doesn't taste very good, but my daughter made it with her own hands."
"Oh! Thank you, thank you, uncle."
After taking the steamed bun, a smile suddenly appeared on the young man's face, but he was a little confused and muttered in his heart: "Strange, when did an old man sit behind me?"
"Ahem!"
Zhan Jingyi's eyes looked a little strange. He coughed twice, looked at the young man and said, "Brother, I see that you didn't eat properly just now and you vomited so much. It's better not to eat now and drink more hot water." .”
But the young man ignored Zhan Jingyi at all and curled his lips and said, "What's wrong? The lunch box you bought was so unpalatable that it made me vomit so much. I haven't found you yet. People are like iron rice and steel. I won't eat even one meal." I’m so hungry, I can’t stand it when I’m hungry.”
As he spoke, the young man lowered his head and glanced at the steamed bun in his hand. He saw that there was still some ash on the bun, so he didn't care. He blew it twice and stuffed it into his mouth.
After taking one bite, the young man couldn't help but frown. Not only did this steamed bun have no taste, but the texture was also very poor. It felt like chewing paper.
"Young man, don't be in a hurry. Eat slowly. I still have some left over here. My daughter gave me a lot."
Listening to the care in the old man's voice behind him, although the steamed bun in his mouth was really unpalatable, the young man was too embarrassed to spit it out again.
He nodded, closed his eyes, and swallowed the bun in his mouth with all his strength. The young man almost choked and couldn't breathe. He quickly drank a sip of water and drank it down, feeling much better.
…
At this moment, the light outside suddenly dimmed. Everyone looked up and looked out the window. It turned out that the train had entered a deep tunnel.
It seems that this tunnel is quite long, and this tunnel should be opened in the mountain. There is no light in the tunnel. Looking out from the window, it is surrounded by black holes, and you can't see your fingers.
At this moment, there were only a few tile lamps in the carriage, which barely illuminated the carriage, but the lights were dim, and there was always a feeling that something was lurking in the darkness.
But everyone in the carriage didn't pay much attention. After all, it was normal for a train to enter a tunnel, and there was nothing to make a fuss about. After all, this train had been traveling in the mountains for several days, and everyone was used to it.
The young man with a shaved head raised his head and glanced outside the carriage, and couldn't help but shrink his neck. He just felt that it was dark outside, which always looked weird.
Still looking out the window, he casually put the bun in his hand into his mouth. But just as he raised his hand, the young man was suddenly stunned and stared straight at the window.
No! To be precise, staring at my own reflection on the window glass.
In the eyes of the young man, he saw in the shadow that what he was holding in his hand was not a steamed bun, but a thick stack of white paper!
"Here, what's going on? This isn't a steamed bun?"
The young man looked at the steamed bun with a big bite on his hand, and then looked at the shadow on the glass.
Suddenly, the young man's breath was stagnant. He held the steamed bun in one hand and rubbed his eyes with the other hand. Then he leaned in front of the glass and stared at the glass carefully.
But he saw a bloody face outside the window, looking back at him coldly.
…
"hiss……"
Seeing this scene, instantly, a chill went down his throat and into his lungs, chilling his head to the soles of his feet.
"Ghost! There is a ghost!"
With a scream, the young man suddenly stood up from his seat. He was about to lift his feet and run away, but accidentally stepped on the vomit under his feet. He slipped and fell heavily to the ground.
"Ghost! There is a ghost here!"
While screaming, the young man suddenly felt that there was something quiet around him, and something was very wrong. He glanced around, and a drop of cold sweat fell down his forehead and down his cheek.
In his eyes, the originally relatively empty carriage became filled with various "people" at some point. The originally empty carriage actually felt a little crowded.
"Young man, are you okay? Why did you fall so well?"
Hearing the young man's scream, the old man who had just given him the steamed buns poked his head out of the back seat and asked with concern.
But the next moment, before the words could be finished, a harsh buzzing sound was heard.
Immediately afterwards, as if the train encountered something, it suddenly slowed down. The train suddenly changed from rapid motion to a stationary state, causing a pause in the carriage.
The old man lying in the back seat seemed to be unsteady due to inertia, and he raised his head forward. With this raise, the head actually rolled off his neck and landed squarely in the young man's arms.
Yes, it was such a coincidence. There is no such thing as a coincidence. This moment made the young man feel extremely horrified. Holding the old man's head in his hand, his whole body trembled as if he was shaking.
"Oh, I'm sorry, kid, please hand me my head."
…
"Zizi", "kaka"...
A series of noises were heard, and the moving train suddenly stopped.
The middle-aged man, who was eating roast chicken with a beer, felt the train suddenly start to slow down. As soon as he raised his head, his expression became unnatural.
Because, in his field of vision, the originally empty carriage was actually filled with various figures.
Old, young, male, female.
What frightened him the most was that opposite him there was a female ghost with a blue-grey face and bright blush. At this moment, she was staring at the middle-aged man with big eyes, which made the middle-aged man's scalp tingle. numb.
Is this a dream? Or is this a ghost cave?
Why did so many ghosts enter the carriage in an instant? The middle-aged man's face suddenly turned pale. He was about to scream when he suddenly felt as if someone pulled him.
At this time, he realized that Zhan Jingyi, who was sitting next door, had sat next to him at some point. It was Zhan Jingyi who had pulled him just now.
At this time, Zhan Jingyi was seen leaning on the chair, closing his eyes and concentrating, turning a blind eye to the female ghost sitting opposite him.
And he whispered: "Keep eating your food, don't worry about them, they are a bunch of wandering ghosts, there is no need to be afraid."
This sentence seemed to reassure the middle-aged man. After thinking about it again, it seemed that there was no point in worrying, so he held the roast chicken and started to eat again. He lowered his head and pretended that he could not see the female ghost opposite him.
I thought silently in my heart, out of sight, out of mind, let’s go quickly!
Zhan Jingyi stared at the female ghost opposite for a long time, and found that it was a little different from the previous mental monsters. Although the mental monsters he saw before were also born out of human mental bodies, they had all mutated and become inhuman monsters.
But these energy bodies in front of them have indeed maintained their human form and look exactly like humans. But the same thing between them is that they are both spiritual bodies composed of some energy. No matter how powerful they are, they cannot withstand his blow.
The reason why he didn't take action was firstly because he had just arrived and didn't know what was going on here; secondly, he was also curious as to why these things appeared. What changes will happen next is what he is curious about.
If it weren't for this, I could kill these monsters and monsters with one hand.
Thinking of this, Zhan Jingyi looked relieved, but even if Zhan Jingyi could be calm, the others couldn't be as calm as him.
The train stopped suddenly, and stopped in this dark tunnel, and suddenly there were a few people who didn't look like human beings around it, not to mention it was in such a scary environment.
This is like saying that you are walking on a dark road at night, and suddenly, a person pops up next to you. This person greets you with a smile and says: "Hey, brother, how to get to Meilingshan Cemetery?" "
I estimate that it would scare you half to death at that time and give anyone a hard time.
