"I'm afraid these corpses are also poisoned by the blue butterfly Gu, so they will kill each other uncontrollably." Zhang Yujin pondered for a moment, and seeing Xiong Cheng's horrified and adoring eyes, he could only explain:

"It's easier to name it. I haven't seen a butterfly Gu worm planted on a corpse."

"People from Miao Village must have done it!" Old Wu said with a lot of resentment:

"What kind of Gu do you think the Miao people are raising? It should be a group of corpses fighting fiercely until there is only one left. Qing Die controls each other to light lighters and throw broken glass, but Qing Die's Taoism cannot be improved... Behind the scenes What is the person planning? Which blue butterfly has a more creative murder method for its host?"

Everyone in the room was at a loss.

"No, Old Wu, you didn't ask them what happened before they fell off the cliff?" Xiong Cheng looked at Old Wu: "When these corpses just died once, couldn't they still talk?"

"The longer these corpses get up and walk, the more human they become." Xu Wei explained for Old Wu.

Old Wu nodded: "The two walking corpses that Xiaozhu met should have been thrown out of the bus. They died early and got up early. The search and rescue team left before they got down. Their family is not in Xiangxi, so they walked all the way back. My mind has also recovered to a rough extent."

"But, when a person dies...ah no, after the corpse dies, there are always ghosts?" Xiong Cheng still had a hard time understanding: "Old Wu, you have stayed here for more than 20 days, and you haven't caught a few ghosts." Trial?"

Hearing this, Old Wu admitted with a wry smile: "Don't talk about being detained, I haven't even seen a ghost. It stands to reason that new ghosts will always linger next to the corpse for a few days, but I really haven't seen their souls."

Xiong Cheng: "Maybe he died twice, so he didn't miss his body, so he went back to the underworld first?"

Zhang Yujin said with certainty: "Not in the underworld."

Old Wu also looked at Zhang Yujin in surprise, and Xiong Cheng widened his eyes in shock, and blurted out:

"how do you know!"

Zhang Yujin changed into that secretive expression again, and after a moment of silence, he directly changed the topic: "Now this case can only be started from the Miao Village, to find the person who played the Gu."

Xiong Cheng didn't dare to ask any more questions. Since someone was playing tricks, he lost more than 30 souls.

Several people in the car were drowsy, only Zhang Yujin released the ghosts of the mother and child from the black box he carried with him, and set an example by working overtime for interrogation.

Zhu Ning had a good night's sleep before, but now she is in a state of insanity, and stares at the team leader's trial ghost with a pair of bright eyes.

Zhang Yujin's black box should be some kind of object for nourishing the soul. The two ghosts are thicker than before, and there is no danger of dissipating.

Although the mother and son were terribly domineering at home, when they realized that they had become ghosts, and the stern-faced Zhang Yujin put them in the box a few times, they were frightened and said everything.

The experience of the mother and son is nothing special. Although the place they traveled to is called the Miao Village Cultural Experience Village, it is actually not a formal scenic spot or an ancient town, but a small remote village, a pretense created to attract tourists.

"As soon as we arrived in that poor place, Haohao's father quit. He insisted that I was pawned by a tourist group to spend money, and then I scolded me and ran away." The middle-aged woman couldn't hide her tone at this time. Angry: "Why is he a father, he just left, but Haohao and I got on that unlucky bus in the end!"

The little pompom always felt a little uncomfortable when he heard this, but he couldn't remember what was wrong, so he shrank back into the seat with a soft "chirp".

The middle-aged female ghost heard the reputation and saw the pompom behind her at a glance. The submissive tone just now disappeared without a trace, her voice became sharper, and her eyes were poisonous:

"That monster killed me and my son, that's it!"

When the little pompom heard the ghost he had rescued mention him, he stretched out his short pompom paw and waved it friendly: "Chirp!"

The middle-aged female ghost was so angry: "It dares to be so arrogant..."

Zhang Yujin's tone was cold: "Zhu Ning is our elite executor. He rescued you from the state of walking corpses. If you shout again, I'm afraid you won't even have the chance to reincarnate."

After the middle-aged female ghost heard that the pompom was with the man in front of her, she no longer had the obedience she had before, and even hated the special agency:

"You are that kind of special department. How can you confirm that Haohao and I are dead? Do you have any evidence to prove it? Haohao and I managed to survive a catastrophe and climbed out of the ravine. We are alive and well, it must be That monster executor of yours killed us by mistake!"

After the little ghost heard it, he rolled into a ball on the ground again, and kicked Zhang Yujin's seat with his feet: "You go and kill that monster, go and kill that monster, woo woo woo... "

Looking at the scene in front of him, the little pompom felt even more strange in his heart. He looked around uneasily, hoping to see some clues.

Seeing that Zhang Yujin didn't speak, the middle-aged female ghost thought she had a reason, and her tone became more and more arrogant:

"Your official department has made such a big mistake, which killed our mother and son. How do you say how to deal with this matter, how to deal with it!"

The other three people were also awakened by the crying of the ghost mother and son, and Xiong Cheng clicked his tongue:

"My dear, what do they think the Special Investigation Office is, and they still want to extort money? What kind of money is extorted, paper money?"

The middle-aged female ghost's spitting stars made of Yin Qi flew around, and the youngest son, under her encouragement, kept rolling and kicking the chair.

Zhang Yujin ignored it, but looked at the bus driver: "Stop."

The bus driver didn't even look back: "Leader, it's not easy to park on the mountain road in the middle of the night."

The middle-aged female ghost sneered: "Even if you are an official of a special department, you are still a public servant. If you say stop, you can stop? Hey, you haven't done anything about me and my son..."

Without saying a word, Zhang Yujin took out a pistol from his leather jacket and pointed it at the back of the driver's head: Bang!

The middle-aged female ghost who was aggressive just a second ago stared at the gun in Zhang Yujin's hand in disbelief, as if she thought she was hallucinating.

Zhang Yujin didn't pause, and continued to stare at the bus driver's head with a stern expression:

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!boom……

Shot after shot went down.

The bullets of the special mediation department are special and are not driven by pistols. One magazine can hold 200 rounds of bullets...

The middle-aged female ghost went crazy with fright: "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The kid crawled under the seat and cried loudly: "Wow——"

At this time, Zhu Ning finally understood where the strange feeling came from. A group of people from the special mediation office came out of the funeral parlor in the middle of the night. How could there be cars outside?

And there are only four of them plus a pompom, how could they take a bus that is allowed to carry more than 40 people?All the memories about getting on the bus and describing the price and the description of the destination seem to be hazy and inaccurate, making Zhu Ning ignore the abnormality...

A few people came out of the funeral home in the middle of the night, the ghost mother and child appeared, and Zhu Ning, a plush toy-like pompom, the driver was not afraid at all...

And how did the crying little ghost, a disembodied ghost, rattle the car seat and shake it back and forth?

And in front, the driver, who was hit by dozens of bullets in the back of the head, still held the steering wheel and drove the bus forward steadily...

The little pompom tried to concentrate and looked around again... The more than 30 seats that were originally vacant were full of pale-faced "passengers" in hospital gowns.

The two people in the adjacent back seat were even more terrifying. They were shriveled like charred charcoal, and their human shapes could hardly be seen—these were the two people who were burnt to death in the hospital morgue!

The originally normal bus has also become gloomy, and the entire carriage is twisted in the black mist... This is clearly a ghost bus!

Xu Wei's reaction was very fast. When the first shot was fired, she quickly swam around the carriage with the red thread in her hand. It was these thin, blood-red threads like spider webs that could support the entire ghost car and delay the delay. The speed at which the carriage twists and collapses is reduced.

The reason why Zhang Yujin provoked the two ghosts, the mother and son, to yell and scold loudly, was probably to alert the colleagues in the carriage to warn of the approaching danger.

Xiong Cheng was startled by Zhang Yujin's action of shooting the driver with a gun at first, and then he reacted, waving his fists and pounced on the ghost passengers who were about to move around.

Xiong Cheng smeared a thick layer of Zhang Yujin's blood on his hands two days ago, and he has been reluctant to wash his hands, and now he can touch ghosts.But Old Wu, who only knows how to tell fortunes, is miserable, so he can only shrink back and try to get close to Xiong Cheng.

If you don't escape from the ghost car as soon as possible, everyone will be engulfed by the black air.

Not to be outdone, the little pompom turned to the scorched ghoul who slowly climbed up the chair behind him: "Huh—"

The blown air flow spread out and turned into extremely small vortices, which merged into the entire ghost car and became a part of the black mist car.

The little pompom was frightened, and opened its mouth wide, trying to suck away the black mist... But the pompom was full before, and the butterfly snack was like a three-layer cream cake. After eating it all, Now I can't even eat a trace of black air.

The two scorched ghouls who climbed up the back of the chair with a grinning grin were initially stunned by the mouth that suddenly opened to two meters, but finally found that the pompom closed its mouth unrequitedly, and then sneered , and rushed towards the bluffing little ball.

"Stay away from the little ball!!!" Xiong Cheng leaped forward, knocked down the two ghosts with seven or eight punches, and then held up the little pompom embarrassingly: "Oh no, it's not the little ball or the little bamboo, it's the little bamboo Comrade ha."

The little pompom was all wilted, frightened and wronged.

Who knows that loss of appetite can be fatal... I will no longer be greedy, and the next time I encounter something delicious, I will really only eat a little bit, woo woo woo!

Amidst the screams of the mother and the two ghosts, Zhang Yujin hit the bus driver with all the bullets from the magazine.However, the driver turned around slowly and stood up with a strange smile:

"If I hadn't learned some tricks from the master, I would have fallen into your hands, heh!"

"There is no causal line on him!" Xu Wei exclaimed in shock: "He didn't kill the passengers on purpose, how could this happen?"

The driver stared at the few people in the carriage gloomily, as if he was staring at his prey:

"So what if it wasn't intentional? I didn't know until after I died. What kind of karma and good deeds are all bullshit! I have been driving a car for 30 years, and the result? I lost my life on a slippery road in rainy days... The ghost of an accidental death , is equally delicious.”

The little pompom lowered her head in shame.

Why do I have the same dietary preferences as this badass...it's out of the question!

Everything around is delicious, but I can't eat it, woo woo woo.

Just as the driver sneered and walked into the car, Zhang Yujin suddenly clicked into a blood-soaked clip, and raised his gun like lightning to shoot at the driver!

This time, the driver wobbled when he got the first shot, and then was knocked back again and again by the thumping bullets.

It turned out that Zhang Yujin's previous 200 rounds of bullets were just to delay time by cutting his own wrist and bleeding another magazine!

After the blood-soaked magazine was emptied, the driver was no longer a ghost. It was even more miserable than the half-collapsed face in the funeral parlor. The whole ghost slid down like a broken skin.

everyone breathed a sigh of relief

But just when Xiong Cheng was about to applaud the team leader, the broken forehead of the driver's ghost suddenly split open, and a hand stretched out from inside, grabbed the ghost's skin and tore it fiercely, the whole ghost driver screamed and was torn into pieces The two halves were stripped off.

A "driver" who was exactly like him revealed his figure like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon.

Xu Wei's voice was filled with panic: "It's Di!"

Even Zhu Ning heard from his father that when a person dies, he turns into a ghost, and when a ghost dies, he turns into a ghost.

Di is a thing that is a hundred times more sinister than ghosts. It has not appeared in the world for a hundred years. I did not expect to meet one in this ghost car.

Wu Youjin's face turned pale in an instant: "It's over, it's over, this life is considered a friendship..."

Zhang Yujin shouted: "Shut up!"

Trembling, Wu Youjin stopped talking, and retracted his chair.

Zhang Yujin looked straight at the cockroach: "It was you who confused the driver and pretended to be him, replacing his soul identity, in order to escape the sanction of the underworld? The driver crashed the car by accident, but under your instigation, He has embarked on the evil path of eating ghosts and strengthening souls!"

A strange look appeared on Di's face, which seemed to be uncontrollable ecstasy. He didn't even pay attention to Zhang Yujin, and stared at the little pompom across the crowd:

"I didn't expect to have such a harvest. If you eat it, you will be worth tens of thousands of ghosts. At that time, even the ghosts of the underworld will have to be afraid of me, hahaha!"

Di, who was wearing the driver's face, laughed wildly and came to the poor little pompom, and grabbed the little guy.

The eyes of several people in the special mediation department were about to split open, and they flew to rescue them, but they were tightly entangled by the black yin energy.

Vicious ecstasy flashed in Di's eyes, he raised the little pompom, and slowly opened his mouth to the base of his ears.

Everyone went crazy: "No—"

The little pompom was almost scared to death, and wanted to take a bite of this nasty delicious thing, but he couldn't eat anything.

The whole face was cracked, only the mouth was left, and he stuffed the little pompom into the fangs.

The little pompom whimpered and opened its two-meter mouth symbolically, trying to defeat the opponent in terms of momentum!

But because I was too full...

Little Pompom: "Hic~"

A hiccup released a panicked little butterfly scurrying about.

Little Pompom: "Hic~"

Seven or eight miniature lonely ghosts were shot out and cried: "We have been swallowed for a year, it's so scary, our ghost spirit is gone! Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow .

The little pompom closed its eyes, and continued to open its mouth wide: "Hic!!!!!!"

More than 100 lonely souls and wild ghosts spewed out!

The author has something to say:

Pompom: I feel a little hungry~

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