The vicious female supporting role is reborn to create everyone equally

The funeral procession arrived at the first carriage again.

The train station announcement also sounded at the same time.

"Dear passengers, please pay attention. We have arrived at Wangxi Road. Passengers who wish to get off please hurry up..."

The voice announcing the station was no longer the gentle female voice as before, but instead had a bit of eeriness and a crazy smile.

Min Shu ignored it and looked at the funeral procession standing next to her.

The team has two more people.

There is still a man and a woman, but this time they are no longer playing virgin boys and girls, but filial sons and grandchildren.

The man in the front held a black and white photo in his hands, his face was pale and numb, and tears and blood were flowing from his eyes.

Min Shu didn't look at the person in the photo.

It’s not that I can’t look, but I deliberately avoid the sight.

In a world of horror resurrection, photos, especially portraits, often hide strange curses.

But just because she didn't look doesn't mean others didn't look. She heard someone behind her whispering and asking if they saw what the person in the photo looked like and how old he was.

She didn't hear the answer, but someone must have seen the question and deliberately lowered their voice so that others wouldn't hear.

Soon, the train stopped.

Min Shu saw that the man in red next to the kimono girl actually stood up.

Her expression changed slightly, and the girl in kimono was ready to fight.

However, the evil man in red simply floated up from the chair, directly above the crowd, and floated to the get-off location. After the train door opened, he got off directly.

In addition to the fierce ghost in red, more than half of the ghosts got off the car.

Some people were ecstatic about this, while others looked even more solemn.

Minshu is the latter.

She had previously thought that no one survived on this train because of the strange things in the first carriage.

Now it seems that there may be even greater horrors.

As if in response to Minshu's thoughts, the lights in the train carriage that had been off came on again.

But the light seemed to be suppressed by something, and it became darker as we went forward. When we reached the row where Minshu and the others were standing, it was still pitch black, without a trace of light.

But Minshu could still observe the situation behind with the help of the light in front.

People sitting in the back can also use this opportunity to observe the situation in front.

However, compared to the bright back row, the front row is pitch black. Compared to the previous time when it was completely dark, this transition from bright to dark makes it even harder to see.

Someone complained: "We should have known to sit in the front. Whatever we do here can be seen by others. If the person in front wants to attack us, we may not notice until the knife is on our heads."

"Shut up."

The complaints of young people are also the thoughts of most people in the back row.

Only those who can reach this carriage have their own abilities or are smart and lucky enough. No one would say such words in their heart.

His master scolded him.

He immediately stopped daring to speak.

But these words still made everyone more vigilant.

After all, in the eyes of some people, the conflict between humans and ghosts is not as dangerous as the conflict between humans.

Shi Wan also stood up along with Min Shu. The reason why she was able to join this team was because of her memory and observation skills. Naturally, it was impossible for her to just sit there and wait at this time.

She said to Minshu in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "There are six white people here, two women and four men. They are seated in seats 3 and 4 in the second row, seat 2 in the tenth row, and seat ..."

Min Shu calmly followed Shi Wan's voice to find the person who got the card in the previous life.

This person was the only one who survived in the previous life, but his country has never made his appearance public. Only a few basic information can be obtained from news reports:

About 30 years old, male, Egyptian.

Of these four men, only two met these three conditions.

One was a man in his thirties with a camera hanging around his neck and blue eyes full of panic.

One was a man in his thirties looking around, dressed like he had just stepped off a Hawaiian beach, with a cross around his neck.

Neither of these two looks like someone who can fight his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

However, one cannot judge a book by its cover. Min Shu did not linger on them for too long, but instead shifted his gaze to the group of people getting off the bus.

Yes, some people chose to get off at this stop.

At this moment, except for the front row of this carriage, the lights everywhere else are on. Although it doesn't look like a normal train station from the outside, looking into the distance, there is a wide street and dark houses.

Although these houses and streets had no lights, they looked more normal and modern than any previous stop. This made many people who were close to collapse feel that they saw hope and they rushed down without hesitation.

Of course, there are also people who have been hesitating and wandering.

Min Shu was looking at those people.

They must have some skills, otherwise they wouldn't be alive today.

But it was obvious that these people had different opinions. They were clearly on a scary train, with something strange ahead of them and no one knew whether it was safe outside, yet they could still stand at the door of the train and start arguing.

Not only Minshu was observing, most people in the first carriage were observing.

No one warned them of the danger.

After all, a new stop means a new crisis, and someone exploring the way at the door actually fulfills some people's wishes.

"Let's get off the bus! There are more monsters than people in here! If we stay here any longer, we will surely die! There is still a glimmer of hope if we get off the bus!"

"Is there hope for getting off the bus? Do you think there's hope outside? Are there any lights on in those houses?"

"Is it possible that no one died when the lights were on in this car?"

"I'm not going to get out anyway. It looks even darker outside than in this car! If you want to get out, do it by yourself!"

"If you don't leave Luoyang, I'm sure you won't leave either. Why are you so selfish?"

Through the quarreling conversation among these people at the car door, Min Shu roughly understood that these people were able to survive only because of a man named Luoyang.

This Luoyang was with the boy who didn't want to get off the bus, and the three people who wanted to get off were just temporary partners.

The three people who were temporarily traveling together didn't dare to stay in the car any longer, but they didn't dare to get off by themselves, so they hoped that Luoyang would go down with them.

The boy with Luoyang felt that it was safer in the car, so he was outnumbered by three and refused to get off the car.

Just as everyone was excitedly waiting for the man named Luoyang to make a decision, a suona sound penetrated the dead silence and darkness, and appeared in everyone's sight, bringing with it red joy and gloom, as well as a sedan chair.

At the same time, the funeral procession that had been waiting in the front row suddenly moved.

The white clothes on them had turned into red, but the moment the sedan chair appeared, the red paper clothes burned to ashes.

The flames, carrying ashes, floated above the strange coffin. The paper clothes of the coffin bearers, the boys and girls, and the filial sons and grandchildren all turned into white linen clothes.

As if opposing the joyful sounds of the suona, mournful music rang out from the funeral procession.

The "man" carrying the coffin turned around again and walked towards the car door with the strange coffin.

Seeing this, Min Shu's expression became more solemn than ever before.

More people looked desperate.

"We are doomed. This is a clash of red and white..."