The train is about to arrive at the station and stop.
This stop is called "Black Coffin Mountain".
This is a place whose very name evokes an ominous feeling, prompting endless speculation and gradually sending chills down one's spine.
The passengers on the ghost train were already uneasy because of the old man's words, and now that they had arrived in such a haunted place, they were terrified.
"No way, how did the train end up in a place like this? Are we going to encounter ghosts?" the girl in the front row said fearfully.
"That shouldn't be the case. This route has been running continuously recently, more than twenty times already. There's no reason for something to happen to us right away, right?" The bespectacled man frowned and looked out the car window.
"I have no idea."
Yang Meng shook his head and said:
"I've heard that many paranormal events happen very suddenly. Perhaps one second you're walking on a bustling street, and the next second you're suddenly surrounded by deathly silence, and everyone has disappeared."
"And when you're running in a panic, you suddenly find yourself back in the real world, but a car is already speeding towards you."
"Some strange traffic accidents happen this way."
"What everyone saw was that the victim ran into the road like a madman and was then hit and killed. So most people thought it was just a case of him trying to stage an accident but failing."
Yang Meng spoke in a very low voice, so that only Jiang Qiao, who was sharp-eared and sharp-eyed, and a few of his friends could hear him.
So what do we do now?
A boy asked.
There were three men and three women in their group.
Among the boys, apart from the boy with glasses and Yang Meng, the remaining boy looked unremarkable. Through their conversation, Jiang Qiao learned that his name was Yang Liang and that he was a distant relative of Yang Meng.
This person is not very old, about eighteen or nineteen years old.
He always consults the others when he speaks or does things, and seems to lack his own opinions.
But Jiang Qiao saw a glint of shrewdness in his eyes several times.
Clearly, this guy is not as simple as he appears; he's a typical precocious child with a wicked streak.
"I don't know either, let's wait until we get to the station."
"This place is beyond our previous experience, so we can only take it one step at a time."
"If I really have to talk about a plan, there's probably only one."
"Adapt to changing circumstances."
Yang Meng gave a wry smile.
He's just an ordinary person, what good could he possibly do?
...
Waaah—!
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Boom!
With the sound of the whistle, the train began to slow down, slowly gliding towards a roadside platform ahead.
"We've arrived at the station."
Jiang Qiao looked out the car window at the platform and his expression turned serious.
This is a deserted station that has been abandoned for who knows how long, with weeds and moss growing on the stone pavement.
A few dilapidated brick and tile houses and a wooden waiting room are all that it has. Stylistically, it resembles architecture from the 1960s and 70s.
It is filled with a sense of decay and vicissitude.
However, in this deserted train station, there were two telephone poles with streetlights hanging on them, emitting a dim yellow light.
"This is unscientific, but very supernatural," Jiang Qiao thought to himself.
He wasn't the only one observing the eerie train station outside; the other passengers on the train were also staring intently at the scene outside, feeling inexplicably tense.
Such a place must be extremely dangerous, right?
The group, already uneasy because of the uncle's words, were now even more terrified and had no idea what to do.
"Damn it!!"
Just then, the irritable middle-aged man who had spoken earlier started shouting again.
He pointed to a spot outside the window and said anxiously:
"It looks like something's coming!"
The passengers, who were constantly watching their surroundings, immediately looked in the direction the man indicated when they heard his words.
Suddenly, they discovered a figure in the brick house behind the platform!
"How come there are people here?" someone asked in confusion.
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"What the hell are you doing? Are you brain-damaged? You must be a vengeful ghost. Damn it, we're doomed!" a passenger next to him cursed in terror.
These words immediately caused a commotion on the bus.
"What to do, what to do!"
"I don't want to die!"
"Does anyone know how to deal with the vengeful ghost? Hurry! I don't believe you dare to leave the city without any solutions!" a middle-aged woman shouted anxiously.
"How are we supposed to deal with this? We're just ordinary people fleeing from disaster, what way do we have to deal with vengeful ghosts?" The passenger who had been cursing earlier spoke up again.
"You can't even handle ghosts, how dare you leave the city? Who gave you the courage?" the middle-aged woman mocked.
"Damn it, you can't even catch ghosts, so how dare you leave the city?" the cursing passenger immediately retorted.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman immediately flew into a rage.
What's your attitude?
"You're a grown man, how dare you compare yourself to a woman like me? Aren't you ashamed?"
Is this what you men consider responsible?
The woman jumped to her feet and berated the passenger, yelling:
"There are six girls on the bus right now. Instead of thinking about how to protect us, you men have time to argue with me."
"Are you even a man?"
"They're really going to do it!"
The passenger who had been swearing also became angry and shouted:
"Who said I'm a man?"
"Although my body is male, my psychological identity is female! Not only that, I am also a vegetarian animal rights activist with cross-dressing and pica!"
"Not only that, I also..."
Next, the man uttered a series of words, stacking dozens of buffs on himself.
Finally, a smile curled at the corner of his mouth:
"What, are you trying to discriminate against me?"
The middle-aged woman stared in disbelief, pointing at the man for a long time, unable to speak. Finally, she stammered:
"Anyway, you're a man..."
"I'm a woman!"
Jiang Qiao, sitting in the back row, stared in disbelief at the interaction between the two, and couldn't help but think to himself: I never thought that such a wonderful showdown could be seen on a small ghost train.
With you two brilliant minds, how can we worry about the entire human population in this train carriage not being wiped out?
After all, the strange figure had already walked over here, and its attention was focused on the two people who were still arguing.
As is widely known.
A vengeful ghost either doesn't kill people.
Once they start killing, they'll keep killing until they've cleared out the surrounding area.
"Shut up!"
Just then, the hot-tempered man suddenly shouted angrily:
"If you dare to argue again, I'll throw you both off!"
The middle-aged woman instinctively turned to retort, "It's none of your business..."
However, when she saw the cold glint in the man's eyes, she immediately swallowed the rest of her words.
The male passenger who had been arguing with her also shut up.
"I don't care if you're men or women. If you don't understand the situation, I'll turn you into dead men."
The middle-aged man said with an icy expression.
With a "thud".
He pulled a double-barreled shotgun from his backpack, its dark muzzle pointing at the woman.
"If I can't deal with vengeful ghosts, I can at least deal with you!"
In an instant.
The middle-aged woman's face turned pale, her legs went weak, and she plopped down on the chair.
A faint, musky smell emanated from beneath her.
I was so scared I peed myself!
The carriage was completely silent; everyone stared at the man, their faces showing fear.
"This man is carrying a gun!"
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