The vicious female supporting role is reborn to create everyone equally

Min Shu has collected quite a few similar decorations.

In this world of horror resurrection, weird things are the only tool to save your life.

However, there is a limit to the number of strange objects that humans can carry with them.

There is a ghost sealed in the ghost object, but the ghost is not dead. Different ghosts repel or influence each other, and the only one who will die is the owner of the ghost object.

As far as we know from the previous life, the maximum number of strange objects a human can carry on their person is five.

And they can only be: one weapon, two accessories, one rare item, one piece of clothing or a pair of shoes.

The strange object can be an old radio, an umbrella, or even a car...

In short, anything that does not fall into the categories of weapons, accessories, clothes or shoes is a rare item.

Now Min Shu plans to make this little ghost into one of the accessories.

She took the head out of the ball, but did not do anything immediately. Instead, she held a head in each hand and said to the two little tricksters, one with open eyes and the other with closed eyes, "Just now we were playing the hide-and-seek game. You didn't find the ball I hid, but I took it out myself, so I won. Now I want to make the winner's demands."

The little ghost opened his eyes and looked at her grimly.

The head in the football still had its eyes closed, but the smile at the corner of its mouth slowly drooped.

Min Shu didn't care whether they were happy or not. She took out her ring and said to the blind-eyed Xiaogui: "My request is that you use your power for my own benefit."

The ring hit Xiaogui's head with his eyes closed.

Its eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened, revealing a pair of completely white eyes. Its vision was unfocused, but the malice and hatred in its eyes were as real as substance.

Even the air around suddenly became more than ten degrees colder, and the roof lights of the green train began to flicker.

Min Shu remained unmoved and held Xiao Gui's head tightly against the ring until a burst of Yin energy flowed into his body, and when he closed his eyes, Xiao Gui's head disappeared.

Halfway done, Minshu was in a good mood and looked at the other struggling head.

At the same time, she kicked the headless little body that had opened its arms and wanted to hug her several meters away.

Min Shu turned the gem over and pasted the head on it.

The little ghost screamed and wanted to bite her.

However, the only way this head can kill someone for now is to hold the head. Without the body, it cannot do that at all, and it can only be helpless and furious.

The ceiling lights of the green train flickered, and Xiao Gui's screams continued for a while, and finally stopped when the ceiling lights went out completely.

It’s not just because Min Shu succeeded in making the strange weapon.

It was also because the "passenger" who had not gotten on the bus finally appeared at this moment.

It was pitch black inside the train, but there was some light outside.

The street lights in the village in the distance were dimly lit, lying in a corner of the darkness, like a crawling monster, making the passengers on the train tremble.

What is even more nerve-wracking is the faint sound of howling wind coming from the darkness.

This is a plain, so it is not strange to have wind. However, everyone on the train is now in a state of paranoia, and they are naturally scared when they hear the sound of the wind that sounds like crying.

More importantly, the wind blew a few pieces of paper money into the carriage.

Someone couldn't help sobbing and asked, "What, what is that?"

No one answered him.

Those who are still alive now have all experienced the weirdness in the first carriage. Although no one has figured out the pattern of those weird killings yet, and no one has thought of looking for the pattern, any normal person knows that it is safer to keep silent than to speak at this moment.

The man who couldn't help but speak just now probably thought of this as well. A few sobs could be faintly heard before, but now they are completely inaudible.

As the wind became stronger and stronger, more and more paper money was blown in.

It was not until the entire train was blown away by the wind and the ground was covered with paper money that a group of "people" with their heads lowered, stiff postures, white clothes and straw hats, carrying a coffin, quietly stepped on the paper money and got on the train.

Even if you are walking on the street and suddenly come across a coffin-carrying team, you will feel a little scared or think it is unlucky.

Not to mention the current situation.

Min Shu heard several gasps that could not be suppressed.

She had never taken this subway in her previous life, so naturally she didn't know what she would encounter at each stop or what to do.

So at this moment, she followed the three elements of survival from her previous life: don't look, don't touch, and don't move.

There are certain conditions for committing strange murders. If you remain absolutely silent and motionless, your chances of survival are definitely greater than if you make a noise.

I have to say that those who survived the previous stop, although not necessarily smart, were at least quite sharp.

As all the "people" carrying the coffin got on the train, the coffin was carried to the aisle and the train door slammed shut.

The village gradually receded into the distance, but it became even colder inside the car.

Min Shu still sat quietly with his eyes lowered, completely unaffected by the cold and darkness.

But not everyone has such determination.

Especially those who don’t know what happened and suddenly experienced life and death, thinking that they had escaped, but ended up falling into desperate situation again.

"I've had enough! What the hell is going on! Even if I've been fooled, you don't have to keep hitting me! I have strong yang energy! I'm still a virgin! Do you think I'm afraid of you! Come on!"

A yellow-haired man jumped up from a stool diagonally in front of Min Shu. Although his expression at the moment could not be seen clearly, it could be heard from his angry yet trembling tone that he was actually very scared.

The carriage was still quiet. Not only did no survivor speak, but the "person" carrying the coffin did not move either.

Maybe it gave the yellow-haired man some courage, he jumped onto the sofa, grabbed the collar of the man in front of him and pulled him up, threatening: "I'm going to the front, you either make way or I'll step on your head!"

The man was angry but dared not say anything. He kept his mouth shut and his face turned red as he asked him to be carried. He stood up and leaned against the window to try to let him pass.

However, as soon as he moved, the "people" carrying the coffin who had been motionless since getting on the train turned their heads at the same time and looked at the person who gave up his seat.

The person who gave up his seat hesitated and subconsciously wanted to run away.

However, before he could move, the lid of the black wooden coffin suddenly opened, and he seemed to be suddenly sucked in by something. He let out a scream of fear, and then there was no movement.

But it didn't last long, as blood suddenly began to ooze out from the edge of the coffin.

The blood slid down the coffin board, and some of it flowed onto the "people" who were carrying the coffin, but they seemed unaware and continued to stand there quietly.

Until the blood flowed to the ground, causing the paper money on the ground to float up and spread to places that the paper money had not been scattered before.

The "people" carrying the coffin seemed to have suddenly received an order, and they stepped on the blood, swaying and moving forward in a certain direction.

Min Shu observed with his peripheral vision and gradually discovered that the footsteps of these "people" carrying the coffins floated, their heels did not touch the ground, and with every step they took, the blood on their shoes would seep upwards.

She thought of something, her pupils suddenly shrank, and as she quickly looked away, she also understood why most of the people on this subway train had no survivors in the previous life.

Not only were the paper people carrying the coffin, but they also ran into the White Evil.

Combining the two, one starts at the fierce and strange level, and will grow as one kills people.

There are so many people in this car, and each one of them is the nutrient that fuels its growth. Maybe before it reaches the next stop, most of the people in the car will be dead.

After all, it was on the subway before, but now it’s a train.