Jiang Qiao thought the girls were quite brave.
After all, in my past life, I could encounter screaming women even while watching a horror movie.
It's quite impressive that these girls could remain quiet and observe the ghost's movements.
At least for ordinary people, this mental fortitude deserves praise!
The strangulator had already reached the steps.
For some reason, it stopped at the door and didn't come in.
Instead, he reached out and searched his body for something.
This scene left everyone in the carriage stunned, wondering what was going on.
The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction and called out to everyone in the carriage:
"See that?"
"If I hadn't thrown two people out, this vengeful ghost would have come in immediately."
Clearly, he thought his methods had worked.
However, Jiang Qiao clearly did not agree with the uncle's self-promotion.
He frowned, muttering to himself uncertainly:
"Is this vengeful ghost... looking for a train ticket?"
"So, only humans evade fares?"
...
at this time.
The vengeful ghost hadn't even entered the carriage yet, but a chilling wind carrying a strong stench of decay had already rushed in from the doorway.
This made everyone instinctively cover their noses.
It's already this disgusting before I even got inside.
If they get in, what will happen?
Jiang Qiao recalled the beggars in the train carriage earlier.
It also reeked of a foul odor.
Compared to the ghostly bigwigs in the VIP carriages, these wild guys are not only mentally challenged and cerebral palsy, but also have no regard for personal hygiene.
Absolutely disgusting!
"I already bought VIP tickets, do you expect me to stay with a pile of shit?"
"Perhaps I should throw it further away?"
Jiang Qiao's eyes flickered a few times.
However, when he saw the prisoners in their uniforms gradually becoming clearer in the distance, he suppressed his impulse.
"Let's wait and see."
"The real danger lies in the monsters behind."
Just as Jiang Qiao was observing the situation outside, the uncle who had driven everyone to the back suddenly pointed a gun at him.
"Young man, give up your seat and sit in the front."
The middle-aged man said with a forced smile.
"Um?"
Jiang Qiao raised his head and was slightly taken back.
Is this person talking to me?
I'm talking to you, get up!
The man's face turned cold, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.
He had been watching Jiangqiao for a long time.
While everyone else was panicking, some people remained calm and even seemed completely unconcerned about what was happening inside the carriage.
This made the uncle very unhappy!
He knew that at least half of the passengers in this carriage were either rich or powerful.
But so what?
You're kidding me!
Did you think we were still in Lincheng?
Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he'd still teach you a lesson!
When he worked as a real estate agent, he dealt with many wealthy people.
He believed he had provided dedicated service to every client.
Every day, they have to spend a lot of energy choosing and viewing houses, running around doing everything for others, and even calling those younger than themselves "brother"!
But not only did these people not buy anything after looking at it, they even went so far as to mess with him!
"These bastards, they're all so rich, yet they still like to haggle over every penny."
"I was just making a little profit, and you actually reported me?"
"If it weren't for you bastards, how could I have lost my job?"
The more the man thought about it, the angrier he became, and a surge of resentment welled up inside him.
"You ruined me and made me lose my income. The loan sharks also pressured me, coming to ask me for money every few days."
"I just need one more sum of money to turn things around!"
"You extinguished all my hope, you ruined my life."
Seemingly triggered by some painful memories, the man's expression began to become increasingly ferocious.
He muttered through gritted teeth:
"You should all be sleeping and thankful that the supernatural has resurfaced and the world is in chaos. Otherwise, if you keep pushing me, I'll have no choice but to take my own life!"
He gripped the shotgun tighter.
Suddenly, an angry shout rang out:
"Get to the front and make room for me!"
After saying that, he thrust the gun forward and pressed it directly against Jiang Qiao's forehead.
It looks like they could open fire at any moment!
This scene didn't frighten Jiang Qiao, but it greatly surprised several young people in the front row.
The bespectacled man stood up cautiously and said with a forced smile:
"Brother, we're all in the same boat. Let's talk this out. Don't get agitated. Swords and spears have no eyes..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
The older man smashed it with the butt of his rifle.
Fuck your boat!
Caught off guard, the bespectacled man was hit squarely on the bridge of his nose.
Suddenly, he felt a stinging sensation in his nose, followed by a numbness, and then a spurt of blood.
"What's it to you!"
"So nosy..."
The uncle suddenly revealed a malicious smile.
"You lot, get out of here too!"
After saying that, he pointed his gun at the young men and women, his finger on the trigger, as if ready to kill them at any moment.
Upon hearing this...
The girls who were frantically trying to stop the bespectacled man's bleeding immediately gasped in shock, their faces turning deathly pale.
Although all the passengers are now concentrated in the seats at the back of the carriage.
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But there will always be someone in the front row of the crowd.
Such locations are most likely to be attacked by vengeful ghosts!
"Isn't it inappropriate for us to go to the front?"
Suddenly, the tall Yang Meng stood up and said in a deep voice.
The middle-aged man, who was watching the desperate expressions on the faces of several girls, suddenly paused, seemingly not expecting anyone to dare to contradict him.
He was immediately enraged.
The hunting rifle that was originally pointed at Jiang Qiao was immediately pointed at Yang Meng's head.
Do you want to die?
He gritted his teeth and spoke slowly and deliberately, his expression somewhat distorted.
"Of course I don't want to die, but there has to be some reason to everything. My friend was talking nonsense, so he deserved to be beaten."
"But we didn't provoke you."
Yang Meng stared into the uncle's eyes and said in a calm tone.
"You didn't provoke me?"
The man paused for a moment, then took a few steps forward with a half-smile, and pressed the gun directly against Yang Meng's forehead.
"I don't like you, so get out of here."
What can you do about it?
The vengeful ghost was about to board the vehicle, and he was in danger of dying at any moment, which drove the uncle insane.
Yang Meng frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said:
"How about I give you the money?"
"I brought a lot of money with me. If you want it, I can give it all to you."
Yang Meng pointed to the bag placed next to him.
"money?"
The man paused for a moment, then revealed a greedy look.
"Open it and let me see!"
He gave the command.
Yang Liang, who was sitting next to Yang Meng, immediately picked up the backpack, seemingly preparing to open it.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Jiang Qiao noticed that Yang Meng's hand, hanging by his side, made a subtle gesture to Yang Liang behind him.
Upon seeing the gesture, Yang Liang quietly lowered his head.
Jiang Qiao noticed that he began to quickly adjust his leg position, and that he had somehow already grasped a sharp pencil in his hand.
That's interesting.
"These two guys...are trying to steal my gun?"
Jiang Qiao's eyes lit up.
Only then did he notice that Yang Meng and Yang Liang both had thick calluses on the base of their thumbs and the joints at the base of their fingers.
"They practiced martial arts, and they also practiced with cold weapons such as swords."
Jiang Qiao understood.
It's obvious.
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It's obvious.
Yang Meng's words, from beginning to end, were all meant to lure the older man closer.
"Indeed, rather than waiting to die, it's better to take a gamble."
"Very courageous."
Jiang Qiao thought to himself with admiration.
If you are pushed to the front, you will likely face the first wave of vengeful ghosts, greatly increasing your risk of death.
Even if he doesn't die, who knows what other trouble this uncle might cause later.
Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well fight!
At least in the current situation, living people are easier to deal with than vengeful ghosts.
Just then.
Sudden.
A passenger sitting by the window let out a gasp.
What is that?
At the same time.
Yang Meng suddenly shouted, "Attack!"
After saying that, he instantly stretched out his left hand, grabbed the gun barrel that was pressed against his head, and raised it towards the ceiling.
Meanwhile, the fingers of his right hand reached under the trigger, trying to jam it so that it could not be pulled.
at the same time.
Yang Liang, who had been standing behind him, suddenly lunged forward, aimed his pencil at the uncle's right wrist, and plunged it in hard!
The two men had a clear objective: to disable the man's right hand, the one that fired the gun!
pity.
The idea was good, and the teamwork was excellent.
However, due to the seat, the angle was slightly incorrect, and it was not completely successful.
You dare!
The middle-aged man was both shocked and furious. He instinctively pulled the trigger, and only then did the pencil pierce his flesh.
Bang--!
"ah!"
The gunshot and the man's scream rang out almost simultaneously.
Damn it!
Yang Meng's expression changed drastically upon hearing the gunshot.
Instinctively, it rolled forward, trying to escape its location.
Because the bullets could very well ricochet inside the train car!
The thought of it being a shotgun, with its scattering of bullets like a shower of flowers... sent chills down Yang Meng's spine.
However, just as he darted forward, a faint voice came from behind him.
"Alright, the vengeful ghost is getting on the bus."
"The farce is over."
Upon hearing the sound, Yang Meng instinctively turned around and glanced back.
Immediately, his eyes narrowed, as if he had seen the most unbelievable thing, and an extremely shocked expression appeared in his eyes.
"How is this possible..."
In his field of vision, the young man who had been sitting calmly in the back row had stood up.
His left hand was raised high and placed flat on the front of the still-smoking shotgun, with one finger inserted into the muzzle.
"you--"
Yang Meng stared wide-eyed at Jiang Qiao's hand and the shotgun that had already exploded.
Then he noticed that Jiang Qiao was holding something in his other hand.
Judging from its appearance, it looks like fragments of a gun barrel and bullet shrapnel.
"You're great, very brave. Your friend with glasses is also very nice."
Jiang Qiao smiled and said in a kind tone.
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