Uncle catching ghosts

People's carnival came from the carriage, singing and laughing one after another, and several people passed by Jiangman Road. Hearing the noise, he hurriedly shouted for help, hoping to attract their attention, but they only went to the window to watch He looked at it, then shook his head and left.

Jiang Manlu was ruthlessly abandoned by them. For a moment, he regretted that he really shouldn't meddle in other people's business, and now everyone doesn't believe him.After they left, he became desperate again. His body was soaked by the cold mist, and he felt that his arms had been completely paralyzed, as if he had been separated from his body.

The train finally crossed the bridge and entered the tunnel. Noisy voices rang in his ears, and it was pitch black in front of him. He couldn't tell whether the world he was in was reality or illusion, so he closed his eyes immediately.When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were brightened, surrounded by flowers of various colors, fragrant and fragrant, he was really a little addicted to this scene.

The conductor and the other two conductors never came to see him again, maybe they thought he was dead, only bones were left after being pecked by goshawks.

"I won't let you succeed, I still want to see how you die." Jiang Manlu thought to himself, his physical strength is gradually recovering, and he will be able to escape in a short time.

He really hated these three people, and he was also puzzled by the numbness of others. Where did the simplicity and kindness go?Why are they so cold and heartless.

The train got into the dense forest again, and it was airtight and airtight. Jiang Manlu felt his chest was extremely heavy, as if he was being pressed by something huge, and he couldn't breathe.He listened attentively, and found that the carnival had stopped, and what was left was a deathly silence. Usually, this kind of silence is frightening, and it is often a sign before death.

"Could it be that they're here?" Jiang Manlu couldn't help feeling worried, but after thinking about it, he smiled and said, "They don't care about my life, so why should I worry about them? The most urgent thing is to recover my strength and escape from this place." A place of right and wrong."

The coldest thing in the world is not ice, but people's hearts. They can ignore death, and they can even treat life like nothing. In a sense, they are more cruel than executioners.

But as a human being, you can't rely on others, you have to face life and death. Whether your choices are meaningful or not, only you can know.

Even though Jiang Manlu didn't want to die, he suddenly figured it out the moment before.What he owes is not the world, but himself.

While he was thinking, he suddenly heard a scream, pulling him away from his thoughts. He knew that disaster was about to strike again. He moved his body and his legs could move. He was overjoyed and said in his heart: "Old man!" God will never let me die, I must live on."

In the dark carriage, with a gust of cold wind passing by, two icy scimitars ended people's fear. They opened their eyes wide, and before they had time to think, bright red liquid sprayed from their necks like a fountain, death In the last second, they had no pain.

Two black figures shuttled through the crowd like lightning. They waved the weapons in their hands, raised and lowered their knives, as swiftly as if chopping melons and vegetables. In an instant, more than a dozen human bodies fell to the ground.Then, there was a commotion in the carriage, cries, panic, and trampling came to Jiangman Road like a tide.

He had turned over from the window and climbed onto the roof of the car, and the iron chain in his hand was also broken. He dropped his arm, and the joy of returning to freedom appeared on his face.

"Since you all don't believe me, you have to blame yourself for this fate." He proudly walked forward on the roof of the car, preparing to find a lower place to escape.

But after walking less than two feet, he stopped again, the screams in the carriage still hit his ears, and the despair they had before dying appeared in his mind.Some people started to jump out of the window and rolled into the nearby grass like a ball. Some were unlucky, but after jumping out, they hit their heads on the stone, kicked their feet, and died.

"Alas!" Jiang Manlu sighed, "Although you have abandoned me, I cannot abandon you. I still have justice and kindness in my heart."

Thinking of this, he shook his figure, jumped in from the window, then took out the universe bag, and rushed forward.There was already a river of blood in the carriage, and there were corpses lying all over the ground. He hurriedly checked to see if there were any people who could be revived, but all of them were dead.

"He's so ruthless that he won't leave a single life alive?"

He didn't dare to stay any longer, and ran forward with the Qiankun bag in his hand. After about four or five carriages, he gradually saw a living person, who was forced together by two ghosts, and walked backwards. Raise the knife and clear the obstacles in front of you.

Not allowing him to hesitate any longer, he quickly took out two talismans and patted them on the two ghosts, but they were more cunning than he imagined, before the talismans flew to them, they turned into two black shadows escaped through the window.

Seeing that a savior had arrived, everyone was overjoyed, kneeling on the ground and shouting for help.

"You must not crowd and stampede, or there will be more casualties." Jiang Manlu told them, taking off the burden from his body and throwing it into their hands, "Take out the talisman inside and seal the windows. As long as we are united, It can deal with these two ghosts."

Everyone was in a hurry, took out the magic talisman from the bag and began to paste it on the window according to Jiang Manlu's instructions.Jiang Manlu shook his figure and jumped out of the window again. He jumped on the roof of the car and searched for the figures of the two evil spirits, but there was nothing but a group of crows galloping past. He became vigilant.

The train roared and passed through the fog, Jiang Manlu couldn't help being startled secretly, thinking: "Oops, the enemy is clear and we are dark."

He walked cautiously, not even daring to blink his eyes. The air was filled with a rotten smell that made people sick. Flocks of bats and crows passed by him. Hungry.

Suddenly, two throwing knives flew from his front and back, the air pressure twisted, his ears twisted suddenly, and then jumped up for about ten feet.With a bang, the two throwing knives collided, splashing a few feet of sparks, he fell down, took the flying knife from the ground, and shot in the direction of flying.With a low groan, he found that the two shadows were hit by the flying knives and turned into nothing.

The laughter of a man and a woman came from the air, and then, two crows swooped down and went straight to his eyes. With lightning speed, he grabbed their necks and threw them to the ground, smashing them out. Two pools of blood, the crow rolled his eyes, struggled a few times and fell off the roof.

"Use whatever means you can," he roared.