Affected by the green mist, the bus, pieced together by vengeful ghosts, revealed its true form.
In this state, there is a strange wooden door at the rear of the carriage.
Behind the wooden door lies a strange abyss!
Jiang Qiao still can't understand why buses would connect to such places, and where the stone path suspended above the abyss leads.
But regardless, one thing is certain: that abyss must be extremely dangerous!
"Open this wooden door, and then use the ceramic bowl to completely transform this bus into a place of terror!"
Jiang Qiao, with a cold face, reached out and grabbed the handle of the wooden door.
The wooden door was very old, damp and moldy to the touch, and covered with cracks and signs of insect infestation. A cold draft kept blowing in through those cracks.
The roar of the bus engine had now disappeared.
It was less like driving and more like gliding by inertia. And Jiang Qiao's sense of danger grew stronger and stronger as the bus glided along.
"The moment it stops is the moment danger strikes."
Jiangqiao waited quietly.
Time passed second by second.
The bus slowed down more and more, and finally came to a stop after gliding for a while.
At the same time.
A terrifying wave, like a giant tidal wave, surged in from all directions.
Huge cracks began to appear on the bus floor, and twisted hands, like piercing through white paper, tore open the floor of the bus, as if something was trying to climb up!
"These people…"
Jiang Qiao's gaze sharpened. These twisted, ghostly hands were actually holding black guillotines!
We can't wait any longer!
Upon seeing this, he no longer hesitated, grabbed the doorknob with his left hand, and pushed it hard!
"Creak!"
A tooth-grinding sound rang out.
The door wasn't heavy; it seemed to have closed gently, and wasn't even locked.
So Jiangqiao easily pushed it away.
A flash of black light appeared, followed by a violent gust of cold wind, causing Jiang Qiao to squint and take a step back.
"horrible!"
Although he had seen it once before, Jiang Qiao still couldn't help but tremble when he faced this abyss again.
Behind the door was a thick, ink-like darkness.
It is spacious, vast, and profound. Although it is impossible to see what is hidden in the darkness, one can clearly feel its emptiness.
This kind of "emptiness" is like looking at the starry sky and facing the boundless universe, a sense of awe arises in the heart!
However, above this vast abyss, there is a suspended stone path that stretches all the way!
"This stone path looks somewhat like the path in the shady forest."
Jiang Qiao's eyes flickered slightly.
He noticed that some characters seemed to be carved on the bluestone pieces.
Unfortunately, due to weathering, the writing is no longer legible. Judging from its arrangement, it resembles a tombstone.
"What secrets may be hidden on the other side of this abyss?"
"And what lies beneath this abyss..."
He glanced at the insurmountable chasm just a step away and suddenly felt an urge to jump.
The impulse was so strong that he actually lifted his foot slightly.
Damn it!
Jiang Qiao's expression changed, and he immediately took a few steps back.
"This is fucking weird."
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Just then, a noise came from the carriage behind us.
Jiang Qiao turned around and saw that the twisted arms had slowly climbed up, and their owner was finally revealed to Jiang Qiao.
These "people" looked burly and robust. They wore loose-fitting red shirts and black cloth trousers, with a red belt tied around their waists.
Their hands looked like they had been twisted several times, forming a braided shape, which looked extremely ferocious!
"The executioner?"
Looking at the rusty, still-dripping blood-stained broadswords in their hands, Jiang Qiao recalled an ancient profession.
The executioner's knife, the coroner's eyes, the craftsmanship of paper dolls, and the needle and thread of the cobbler.
These are all professions that specialize in making money through shady means.
Among them, executioners are the most likely to be haunted by resentment because of their heavy karma of killing.
When one is young and full of vigor and vitality, and possesses a fierce aura, one can still remain unharmed.
However, when they grow old and frail, or when their luck declines, they may encounter unexpected disasters if they are not careful!
Therefore, there are many rules for executioners.
For example, there is a rule of thumb: "Kill ninety-nine people, then you have to stop."
If the number exceeds ninety-nine, the family line will surely end!
For example, in the world before he transmigrated, Jiang Qiao knew that the last executioner of the zombie dynasty was named Deng Haishan, and that two or three hundred heads fell from his hands.
His final fate was to remain unmarried and childless for the rest of his life!
...
"If a person dies a violent death in his prime, he will inevitably harbor great resentment."
"But what if this middle-aged man who met a violent end was an executioner who had killed over a hundred people and whose life was filled with murderous intent?"
Jiang Qiao stared intently at the strange figures, his temples throbbing.
Sudden.
The executioner standing at the very front raised his broadsword without warning and suddenly slashed at Jiang Qiao in mid-air!
"Pfft!"
Jiang Qiao felt an overwhelming sense of danger approaching.
He instinctively tried to dodge, but suddenly realized that he couldn't move!
Not only that.
The scene before him suddenly changed, and he found himself on a high platform!
at this time.
He was bound by iron chains and kneeling on the ground, with an iron plaque stuck in his back bearing a scarlet character for "slay"!
"Holy crap?"
Jiang Qiao was completely bewildered and instinctively tried to summon supernatural powers to fight back.
But the next second, he was shocked to find that all his abilities had disappeared!
"What's going on?"
He was shocked and wanted to speak.
As a result, he found himself unable to speak again!
He was experiencing sleep paralysis; only his eyeballs could move!
"Damn it!"
Jiang Qiao immediately struggled to move.
But at that moment, he heard a loud voice:
It's noon!
"Execute them!"
Then he saw the group of executioners from the previous carriage come up to him one by one.
"Fuck your mother!" Cambridge's expression completely changed!
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