Step Back! Master is Here!

"People like me?"

票 The ticket salesman laughed, but his smile was extremely resentful. "Do you know that little monk, people like me now want you to live, or die?"

"The poor monk thinks you want us to live."

Tang Luo said very confidently.

"Little monk, very clever," said the conductor.

Tang Luo pointed to Lin Ziang's body: "When he died, the anger of the fuck-corpse-donor didn't seem to be false. Of course, this anger was more like‘ loss ’, so he was angry.”

"I'm a corpse driver!"

The bus trembled, and the driver shouted, "Dead bald donkey!"

"The poor monk has hair."

Tang Luo said, "How can it be counted as a bald donkey?"

The origin of the term bald donkey In some places, monks travelling all over the country love to lead donkeys to fate.

There are a lot of monks who have tarnished the reputation of the monk, and they have been fooling around and begging for abduction, so when the local people saw these evil monks holding donkeys, they shouted far away: "Run away, bald heads are coming."

After a long time, the bald donkey became a derogatory name for the monk.

Tangluo has hair and no donkey. Naturally, he cannot be regarded as a bald donkey.

严格 Even when traveling westward, be stricter, it is called "bald dragon" at most.

"We want you to live." The conductor was kneeling on the seat in front, leaned over and said, "But you don't know, sometimes, it is more painful to live than to die."

而且 "Also, we want the living, we also want the corpses, don't take it for granted-"

"what!"

票 The conductor didn't say a word, and a sigh of anger after Shen Dantian interrupted her.

Auntie Shushufen has never left her broom, she successfully avoided obstacles.

Was across the perfect whistling, accompanied by the whistling air burst, and landed on the face of the conductor.

Is the kind of broom that specializes in sweeping the floor of the house.

Ravioli is not plastic, it is a piece of wood.

If you pull out your mane, it feels like a golf club.

票 The conductor screamed screamingly.

His body fell backwards and planted in the aisle.

Her covering her face with her right hand, blood kept flowing from her fingers.

I was obviously not hurt.

"Hey!"

With a single trick, Aunt Shufen whispered again.

The **** broom swept across, and 抡 like a baseball bat, toward the corpses of the three rows of stations.

"噗!"

"噗!"

"噗!"

The three beeps were almost connected like the sound of a watermelon cracking.

There were three corpses, all of which were headshot under the aunt of Aunt Shufen!

Wax head silver gun!

A sharp brake sounded and the car stopped abruptly.

The driver stood up and looked back in surprise.

what's the situation?

How could anyone dare to resist?

Do you not know how to write the word "dead" and "afraid"?

"Ahhh! Give me death!"

Without waiting for the driver to manipulate the corpse, the conductor had shouted sternly.

The young man and old lady sitting on the seat suddenly swelled up and rushed to Aunt Shufen with a "healthy" body that was totally unreasonable.

In a hurry, Aunt Shufen could only wave the broom in her hands.

The top of the broom hit the guy first.

The moment his body touched the broom, it suddenly dried up.

From a complete person to a piece of leather!

A living human skin!

However, this human skin did not lose its "motivation" because of dryness, and wrapped the broom directly.

For a moment, the broom became very important.

Auntie Shu Shufen couldn't hold it and let it fall.

The old lady's body also dried up and became a piece of skin covering Aunt Xiang Shufen.

Aunt Shufen at the half stop had no place to dodge.

Tatar skin is fast and can only watch that weird face occupying all eyes.

Sticky, cold feeling covers the entire face.

It is as if a snake was tangled in its face.

"Ah ah!"

Howling is even more screaming than just now.

Su Kankan's human skin suddenly turned into a real dead object, slipping from Aunt Shufen.

"Bell Bell Bell ..."

The crisp bell sounded in the scream.

The driver who originally thought he would come to help was already squatting there, and pressed the bell's hand against the conductor's face.

I have a twisted smile on her face.

As the conductor continued to struggle, the crisp bell echoed.

The dark breath rose from her head, the driver's hand.

Accompanying it is an almost suffocating stench.

Just smelled, the three of them lay directly on one side and vomited.

After a while, the bell stopped.

The driver let go of his hand, and the conductor's upper body slowly stood up, and then the lower body stared at him.

The cheeks were sunken down, and there were no pupils in both eyes, all white.

"I'm going to die anyway," the driver said with a smile, "it's better to use the waste."

He shakes the bell on his wrist.

The three headless bodies and the conductor's body moved in a row.

Open your hands and feet to divide the bus into two spaces.

别 "Don't mess with me any more, otherwise I'll mind bringing a few more corpses back." The driver's voice came from the other side.

He could see from the gap that he was back in position and started the car.

Due diligence, even if dead in the car, dead people outside the car, you have to drive to the terminal.

Tang Luo appreciates such free labor.

As for the others, almost vomiting bile.

The stink of the corpse did not spread, and the three were pale and scary, and continued to vomit.

I have no extra energy to continue doing things.

With the sound of vomiting, the car moved on.

I vomited and vomited, Aunt Shufen and Mi Ke suddenly felt less uncomfortable.

Even, just now, dizziness, the feeling of vomiting slowly disappeared, and strength returned to the body.

"never mind?"

The two raised their bodies in surprise, and saw that K was still lying there in agony.

On the other side is the monk Xuanyuan who distanced them.

I noticed the eyes of the two, and turned to smile and motioned.

"On ?!"

Auntie Shu Shufen almost exclaimed.

I fortunately hold back in time.

This is not a little monk, but a master!

Tang Luo pointed to the front, shook his head, and signaled that they should not speak up.

I thought for a while, and the two decided to still believe in the master who had given them light and calm down.

So, only K is left vomiting.

After a while, he retaliated and vomited, but couldn't support it, and almost passed out.

The disappearance of vomiting was probably within the driver's expectation.

He continued driving.

The car also entered Fengmen Village from a deserted mountain road.

I can see sparse houses on both sides of the road.

The tadpole is a bit old-fashioned, and looks like a monster with dancing teeth in the night.

Aunt Shufen and Mike shuddered.

I entered the village not long, and after a few turns, the car finally stopped.

Turn off the flame and the vibration disappears.

The driver's voice came from the head of the car: "The terminal has arrived ... I mean, you have reached the end of your life. Oh, I guess you can't hear it."

"I don't think you're kind of literary."

Tang Luo said.

"Ok?"

The driver realized that something was wrong.

的 The corpse poison he released was enough to make these people semi-abandoned.

I could not answer him with such a powerful and calm voice even if he was not in a coma.

Immediately shake the bell in his hand.

The driver manipulated the corpse covering his vision to let go. He wanted to see what was going on?

At the same time, a hint of oil green appeared in his eyes, allowing him to see things in the dark.

It seems that the strangely dressed white man with white hair is talking?

"boom!"

Crisp gunfire, did not wait for the driver to see what was going on.

There was a dark, unheaded corpse falling in front of his eyes and slamming into the compartment.

Stupid drunk corpses, I don't even know the power of firearms!

The corpses standing on the back of the chair lost control and fell down at the same time.

A few clicks made K, who was almost unconscious, open his eyes again.

In the dark, he saw a hazy white man who seemed to be holding a gun?

Puppets are not the guns of ancient cold weapons, but the guns of modern weapons.

"Master, monk 咋 still use a gun?"

K heard that aunt named Li Shufen asked like this.

"Who says the family can't use a gun? The donor is in love."

Tang Luo takes for granted.

The so-called wine and meat passed through the intestines, the Buddha stayed in his heart.

层次 A level like him is not limited to form and foreign objects.

How convenient is how to come.

司机 That driver, as a cadaver, does have some good methods.

But it is also an individual. A person is killed when he is shot with a headshot.

"Go, this is the end station." Tang Luo stood up and said.

I took them to the terminal and assisted with the task ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and provided Tang Luo with some merit.

If you can meet such "good people" every time.

that would be nice.

I remembered Jack the Ripper the last time, what stinky fish and shrimp, I knew it was in the corner.

Hit me, Tang Xuanzhang, the most annoying of this kind of old Yin.

I walked out of the car, and the rain that had been on since the beginning of the mission had stopped, and you could see a bright crescent moon hanging high in the sky.

The stars are rare every month.

Tang Luo looked around.

的 The large vacant land under their feet is not a concrete ground, but a "stone land" with a lot of gravel.

The sound of footsteps on it is clear and audible.

The tadpoles have no wind, no frogs, and worms.

On the open space, in addition to the buses that Tangluo got off, two other same buses were parked.

The direction of the car head was facing the rather exaggerated opening and closing door.

There is no hollow in the middle, but it is completely closed.

I feel like the gate of what castle.

Next to the gate, there is a small room similar to the transmission room and the janitor room.

There is no light inside, and the door is tightly closed.

The concrete wall, which is more than two meters high, is surrounded by shards of glass.

Behind the car, there was an empty area without any buildings.

This is the end of Fengmen Village.

It is rectangular in shape and has the size of a football field.

As the terminal of a small village in the mountains with only three buses, this area is undoubtedly too large.

The iron gate is naturally open, and you can see the fields on the opposite side of the road.

A little further away is the mountain.

On both sides, you can see a three-story building on one side.

The other side is the same mountain.