Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 443: Bad karma
Chapter 443 Karma-ridden
The calf was touched, I knew it was a signal from Master Wang, and there was a silent understanding between the two "murderers".
I can't expose Master Wang yet. Before the flight attendant could speak, I let go of my hands and returned to my obedient attitude.
The flight attendant had a black face, and just about to have a seizure, when he saw my appearance, it was as if he had punched the cotton with his fist. up.
"Can you be gentle, I won't run away." I followed the steward step by step to the next compartment. To be honest, I regret it now. I should have obtained more information from Mrs. Wen, at least I should also ask how long it will take to get to the next stop, so that I can be mentally prepared.
"It's a pity." I slowly looked back at Master Wang's bed. This old fox can really hold his breath, he doesn't move, and his disguise is perfect. If I didn't know in advance that he was under the white cloth, I'm afraid I He will not be doubted either.
The length of the October 26th carriage is several times that of other carriages. It may be because it is full of sleeper berths, but it may also be because this day is the Double Ninth Festival in the Yangjian. Thousands of ghosts and treasures are scrambling for it. Getting on the bus leads to.
"Can I ask you a question? Why is this car a sleeper, while the other cars are all seats? Are our fares different?" After contacting Master Wang, I was not in a hurry. It's up to man to plan and make things up to God, if there is another accident, I have no choice but to accept my fate.
"Where do you have so many questions?" The flight attendant treated me very badly.
"I'm just a normal psychology. Why do they have so much space, but we have to squeeze together in other compartments? Are our tickets different?" A large part of the reason I say this is for Delay time and give Master Wang a chance to do something. As for the difference in treatment, ghosts will care about it. If your life is gone, why do you care about those things?
"You're really right, the price you pay for getting on the bus is not the same." It may be because I don't have any ability to threaten her in the eyes of the flight attendant, so she lowered her vigilance towards me and replied casually: "Those of you who are sitting are just riding, and those of you lying down have already mortgaged everything in order to get on the train. They will become the goods on the train and be sent to a place that needs them."
"What's that place? Underworld?" I blurted out, but the flight attendant just smiled coldly and didn't answer directly.
"If you want to go so much, I can also send you there together." She looked at me seriously, staring at me until all the hairs on my body stood on end, only then did I realize that her tone was not joking.
"No, I prefer to sit." I waved my hands again and again, and soon the flight attendant and I left the October 26th car and entered the October 25th car.
In the middle, I used my judgment eye to secretly look back. Master Wang had already sat up on the bed, and he also felt a sense of crisis.
"Master Wang is aware of a weakness of the flight attendants. I know when to get off the bus. There is no chance for the two to join forces." Success, coincidentally the next stop is the Earth Temple, as long as the train stops, I can escape.
October 25th is also a sleeper car, the difference is that there is a faint smell in this car, and in the words of the flight attendant, it means that there is a dead air in this car.
I looked at the bed, and the white cloths were no longer spotless, and there were yellowish-brown marks on many cloths, like blood spots left after washing.
"Are you there yet?"
The flight attendant didn't answer, but grabbed my shoulders, walked through the No. 25 and No. 24 cars, and entered the No. 23 car.
Counting from the twenty-ninth car, this is exactly seven days a week.
Pushing open the door of the October 23rd carriage, the strong stench made my stomach churn. Even if I saw so many mutilated corpses in the Henshan Mental Hospital, I didn't have such a strong reaction.
"Where are you taking me?" The pungent smell challenges my sensory limits all the time.
"Shut up." The flight attendant looked highly nervous, and it was the first time I saw such an expression on her face.
"She is also afraid? But what is she afraid of?" Because of the change in the flight attendant's expression, I became more curious, and looked around, hoping to see something special.
It doesn't matter if you look at it, it really made me discover.
The environment in the October 23rd car was the worst among the seven cars. Smell, shapeless garbage, what surprised me even more was that there was something like minced meat stuffed in the cracks of the bed boards, solidified in it, which made my hair stand on end.
The number of passengers in this carriage is very small, most of the beds are empty, and only a few beds have "people" lying on them, but they have no human shape, and they look like they have been terribly tortured. Like torture, the loss of self-awareness is nothing compared to them.
Walking in the middle of the No. 23 car, a white cloth just slipped off the bed, revealing the "person" lying on it, let's call it "person" first, although it took me a lot of effort to identify it it.
This is an extremely mutilated body. All the important organs on his body have been lost. The nose and eyes are full of holes. It seems to have no internal organs.
I stopped in my tracks, with a bit of unbearable eyes, this "person" is like a fish thrown alive on the iron, swallowing something in the air with its mouth open, this kind of life and death The state of the moment made every nerve of mine tremble.
If I can't escape the train, will I become like it?
"Does it look good?" The flight attendant opened her mouth, she was happy to see my frightened expression: "There are very few people who can stay in this car for seven days."
After speaking, she gave me a malicious look, and pulled me away from that "person".
Seeing what happened to the passengers in the October 23rd carriage, I am even more puzzled about this mysterious train: "The train will pass through stations, most of which can only be boarded, and only a few You can get off at the station, and the passenger’s mental state has become more and more abnormal since the October 29th carriage, and there are many empty seats in the carriage..."
"According to the more popular Buddhist concepts in the world, those who do evil will go to hell, and those who do good will go to paradise, so some people get out of the car ahead of time, and some people can't even use up all the organs and blood of the body. Get off?"
"If it is said that the stop where everyone gets off the bus has already been determined, then every extra day they stay should pay a certain price. It may not be easy for them to survive until they get off the bus."
I have a faint realization in my mind that death is inescapable. Everyone will get on the train in the end, and everyone is destined to get off at a certain stop. As for when you can get off , When can we get rid of the shackles, it depends on the severity of the shackles and karma on the individual.
Some people have nothing to do, such as Mrs. Wen, who got on the train that day and got off after a few stops; The internal organs of the whole body have been dug out, the eyes, nose, mouth and ears, and only a skeleton and two skins are left in the thin body, but he still cannot get out of the car. His karma has not been paid off, so he must stay here until it is removed. Only by breaking the shackles on his body can he leave.
People can't help themselves in life, and things don't always go well after death. Thinking of this, I have a wry smile on my face. I want to say that although I haven't done anything harmful to nature, but in terms of merit alone, I first I was cheated by the underworld show, and then released the ghost mother. Now the Yintang is black, the clouds are covered, and the karma is entangled. If I really want to stay on the train, it may not be as simple as staying for seven days.
"You must get out of here!" Only now did I understand why Lu Xing hesitated to get on the bus at the stop in Shuangfo District. Considering the murders he committed, if his identity was leaked, It is estimated that it will take more than a dozen times to leave.
I followed the conductor across the October 23rd car, but she made no sign of stopping.