me and the weird fraternity

However, she did not take Mi Yue back, but still hung Mi Yue on her forearm, facing the bus from a distance.

It seems to say, if you dare to shoot, I will shoot you.

The female driver in red on the bus obviously didn't have the guts to wait until Lin Fan walked near the front door of the car, but she didn't start the car.

"Boom~!"

The old car door slammed heavily on the door frame, and the front door opened smoothly.

Lin Fan came to the door and looked inside.

In the driver's seat, the female driver in red looked at them cautiously with a timid expression on her face, with an aggrieved look on her face.

In other words, she was mainly staring at Pan Xiaoqin.

Lin Fan couldn't help laughing to himself.

It's not like this ghost can't be revived after being killed by Pan Xiaoqin. Is he afraid of this? !

Or, was death too painful, causing her fear? !

He didn't think that the female driver in red was a strange body. After slightly nodding to Pan Xiaoqin, he took the lead and got on the bus.

After walking to the car, he couldn't help laughing.

In the carriage, the passengers who were originally scattered around were all curled up at the rear of the carriage, filling up the seats in the back half of the carriage.

These passengers, wearing ancient clothes from the last century, were either dark gray or dark brown, without any bright colors.

The expressions on their faces were very strange. They obviously tilted their heads, pretending to look out, but with a pair of squinting eyes, they secretly aimed at the living people who came up.

Especially when they saw Pan Xiaoqin, several passengers obviously showed the same fearful expression as the female driver in red.

In comparison, when they looked at Lin Fan, there was a trace of deep longing hidden under their eyes, as if his body was the flesh of a Tang monk, wishing to swallow him alive.

Even, Lin Fan keenly heard the sound of someone swallowing saliva.

When his eyes met, these passengers pretended to avoid them inadvertently, and did not look at him, with a guilty conscience.

"Didn't you see anyone at the station?"

At this time, Huang Mao got into the car out of breath, and immediately scolded the female driver in red.

But soon, he found that the female driver in red was a bit pretty, and immediately swallowed the follow-up swear words.

"Beauty, you are going too far. We take the bus, and you pass by the bus stop without stopping. If you look like this, I will sue you~!"

There was a trace of frivolity on his face, and he subconsciously wanted to send the bright red in his hand.

"Xiaofang?"

At this time, the man in black who got into the car before Huang Mao had already looked around the back of the car, but he didn't find the person he was thinking about day and night.

Hearing this voice, Huang Mao suddenly woke up. Realizing that there was Pan Xiaoqin in the car, he quickly took back the rose in his hand.

"Cough cough!"

He coughed, took off the Gucci wallet under his armpit, took out a red ticket, and said loudly:

"Tickets, enough, for the three of us!"

As he spoke, he pointed to Lin Fan and Pan Xiaoqin in front of him.

Originally, because of Huangmao's frivolous tone, the red-clothed female driver's eyes were a bit vicious, but she immediately put away her fierce eyes, lowered her head, and nodded lightly.

"Goddess, I bought the train tickets for you!"

Huang Mao didn't look at the female driver in red at all, his attention was completely on Pan Xiaoqin, and while talking, he put the red notes into the cash box.

"Bang!" The car door closed, the female driver in red quickly stepped on the accelerator, and the ghost bus started up again, heading for the next stop.

Pan Xiaoqin looked at the yellow hair on the car door, her red lips twitched, and said softly: "I wish you good luck!"

Chapter 73

Lin Fan counted the passengers at the back of the carriage, and there were exactly 13 passengers, matching the data.

Looking at these treacherous passengers, he was a little puzzled.

Are the passengers on this hearse those who died 33 years ago, or ghosts that were recreated strangely?

With this question in mind, he came to the back row of the carriage, stood next to a passenger with a crooked mouth, looked down at him, and stared intently.

The passenger with the crooked mouth was a little flustered, pretending not to see Lin Fan, tilting his head, looking out the window, but with a pair of eyes, sneaking a sneaky glance at him from the corner of his eye.

"hello!"

Lin Fan took the initiative to say hello.

The passenger with the crooked mouth turned around, with a smile that was uglier than crying: "Hello!"

Getting a response made Lin Fan a little dazed. He just looked at these passengers with expressive expressions, as if they had thoughts, and asked casually, but who knew they were really willing to communicate.

He became interested and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Dragon King!" The crooked passenger had cold sweat streaming down his forehead, and wiped it with his hand.

Crooked mouth dragon king? !

Lin Fan froze for a moment, a little dazed, these weird things, can he still understand the meaning of humans on Earth?

He then asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go to my mother-in-law's house... Propose!" The Crooked Mouth Dragon King became even more nervous, and his legs began to shake.

Pan Xiaoqin came to Lin Fan's side, which aggravated its fear.

Obviously, compared with Lin Fan, Pan Xiaoqin is a big devil in its eyes.

"Goddess, what are you doing?"

Huang Mao came up unconsciously, holding a bouquet of roses in his hand.

Suddenly, a strong smell of cheap perfume spread over the surface.

"How much perfume do you wear?"

Pan Xiaoqin frowned, raised the bow and arrow in her hand, pointed at Huang Mao, and said with disgust: "Stay away from me, go and sit in front."