Walking along the road and crossing the intersection, Song Cuihua walked to the road on the left.
She remembered clearly that this was the road we drove the jeep on, but it would be impossible to waste so much time and still want to catch up with us, just relying on these two legs.
She had to take the car.
Song Cuihua came to the platform to wait for the bus, and then took out a bank card and a dozen hundred-yuan bills from her pocket.
Then he took out another mirror.
She held the mirror and looked at that delicate and pretty face, and she fell in love with it more and more.
"I really like this body and this face."
Song Cuihua said excitedly: "Now that I am so beautiful, I will definitely be able to charm my man."
When talking about the latter part, Song Cuihua giggled.
At this time, on the opposite road, an old woman came this way.
The old woman was white-haired, hunched over, and leaning on a cane. When she was crossing the road, she fell to the ground as soon as she reached the middle of the road.
"Ouch……"
The old woman screamed in pain, her arms were scratched and some blood flowed out.
The crutch in his hand was thrown more than a meter away.
The old woman lay on the ground, unable to get up for a while.
When Song Cuihua saw this scene, the image of the enthusiastic father and daughter rescuing her from the car and bandaging her wounds appeared in her mind.
She has been a devil for decades and her heart is cold.
She didn't hesitate at this moment, and immediately ran to the middle of the road and came to the old woman's side.
Just as he was about to lift the old woman up, he was stopped by a passerby who was passing by, "That girl, you are meddling in your own business. If you help her, you might lose everything."
"Why?"
Song Cuihua was stunned, with a confused look on her face.
"Why else, aren't you afraid that she will blackmail you?"
A passerby said: "These days, it is really difficult to be a good person without a lot of money."
"Girl, don't be afraid."
The old woman lay on the ground and said, "Help me, help me up. Don't worry, my old woman won't blackmail you."
"Um?"
Song Cuihua nodded and immediately helped the old woman lying on the ground up.
As for whether she would be blackmailed, she really hadn't thought about it.
Making international jokes.
She is an evil ghost, so she is afraid of being blackmailed by others?
I'm afraid no one would dare to blackmail me.
Moreover, it is impossible for this old woman to do such a thing with such kind intentions.
After helping the old man up, Song Cuihua ran over and picked up the crutch. The old woman thanked her and said, "Thank you, miss. Good people will be rewarded."
"You're welcome."
Song Cuihua asked: "Grandma, are you going to take the train at the opposite platform?"
"correct."
"Then I'll help you over."
The two of them crossed the road and soon arrived at the platform.
Not long after, a green bus came and stopped at the platform.
It's shuttle bus No. 17.
Song Cuihua glanced at it and was about to get in the car immediately.
result.
The clothes were grabbed by a wrinkled palm.
Song Cuihua looked back and saw the old woman holding her clothes.
"Old man, why are you dragging my clothes?"
Song Cuihua frowned and said, "I have something urgent and I have to get in the car and drive quickly."
"Girl, you can't take bus No. 17."
The old woman said with a vicissitude of tone: "My old woman is old and has reached the end of her life. Some things can be seen. You can't sit on the No. 17 bus."
The old woman told the truth.
Bus No. 17 is so sinister that it is actually a ghost bus, and the people inside the ghost bus are all lonely ghosts.
but.
What the old woman didn't know was.
The man who helped her cross the road was actually an evil ghost, and a very fierce one at that.
"It doesn't matter!"
Song Cuihua smiled and said: "Old man, thank you for reminding me."
"Do you want to get in the car?"
The driver of the No. 17 bus stuck his head out and shouted at the top of his lungs: "This is the last bus of the No. 17 bus. If you miss it, you won't get a ride."
"coming!"
Song Cuihua responded and immediately ran to the No. 17 bus.
"Girl can't sit still."
The old woman stood up and shouted anxiously, "Come back quickly, why don't you listen to my advice?"
Song Cuihua ran into the car, turned around and smiled at the old woman.
When their eyes met, the old woman's face turned pale, and her hunched body trembled uncontrollably.
The No. 17 shuttle bus sped away.
The old woman watched silently. She was shocked and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that this is the first time in my old woman's life that a kind person helped me cross the road."
"Where are you going, girl?"
After Song Cuihua got on the bus, the driver of the No. 17 bus asked with a smile.
Song Cuihua glanced at the driver and found that the guy's face was pale, his eyes were vacant, and the clothes he was wearing were still stained with water.
"It turned out to be a drowned ghost, and it only drowned for half a year."
Song Cuihua murmured in her heart, with a look of contempt in her eyes, and then said: "Don't ask me where I'm going, just keep driving along this road."
"Okay!"
The smile on the ghost driver's face became even brighter.
Then Song Cuihua turned around, glanced at the passengers on the No. 17 bus, and found that the passengers sitting there were all drowned ghosts.
Men, women, old and young.
They sat upright, their pale faces were cold and devoid of any emotion, their empty and cold eyes were staring ahead, all focused on Song Cuihua.
The atmosphere in the bus was so gloomy and depressing that you could hear a needle drop.
When Song Cuihua looked at these drowned ghosts, she raised her lips and smiled, not taking them seriously at all.
But then, she suddenly turned her head and looked at the seat at the back.
I saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a little girl of six or seven years old sitting in the back row.
And they were just like the father and daughter who saved her before.
But Song Cuihua didn't expect that she would bump into the father and daughter in this ghost car.
The father and daughter were in terrible condition.
His face was expressionless, his eyes were dull, and he had been controlled by the group of drowned ghosts.
The yang energy in his body is also rapidly draining away.
If the delay continues, the father and daughter will be killed alive.
"They, father and daughter, are my benefactors, Song Cuihua."
Staring at the drowned ghosts around her, Song Cuihua's eyes flashed coldly, and she became furious and shouted: "Are you looking for death?"
"Tsk tsk..."
The drowned ghosts in the car suddenly started to smile ferociously.
Obviously he didn't take Song Cuihua seriously.
"How dare a group of ants challenge my aunt's majesty?"
Song Cuihua was furious.
In an instant, a surging Yin Qi surged out from his body along with overwhelming power.
She is full of killing intent, dressed in white, and her waterfall-like hair is dancing wildly behind her.
At this moment, it is like the ghost king banishing the dust.
Although Song Cuihua now only has a remnant soul left, but an evil ghost entrenched in forbidden areas such as Devil Ridge, is this group of drowned ghosts able to contend?
time.
The drowned ghosts in the shuttle were so scared that they fell to the ground.
Including the ghost driver behind the wheel.
They were all so frightened that they didn't even dare to breathe.
"You deserve to die!"
As this sentence fell, Song Cuihua opened her mouth and sucked all the drowned ghosts in the shuttle into her mouth and ate them in one bite.
She only had a remnant of her soul left, and eating these drowned ghosts would just replenish her energy.
Only the ghost driver who was driving is still alive.
Song Cuihua left the life of the ghost driver because she still had to drive for herself.
but.
When the ghost driver saw Song Cuihua, he opened his mouth and ate all the ghosts in the car. At this moment, he was so frightened that he almost lost his soul and almost urinated.
"Sit back in your seat."
Song Cuihua glared at the ghost driver and said, "Stop that scary look of yours. If you scare my two benefactors, my aunt will eat you in one bite."
The ghost driver didn't dare to delay, rolled around and sat back in the driver's seat, and at the same time changed back to a normal person.
Song Cuihua walked up to the father and daughter, carried them out of the shuttle bus, and then placed them on the grass beside the road.
Song Cuihua turned around and got on the No. 17 bus and left immediately.
A moment passed.
The father and daughter were lying on the side of the road, and the husband regained consciousness.
"where is this place?"
The little girl looked around with confusion on her face, "Dad, aren't we taking the car home? Why are we lying on the grass by the roadside?"
