It is strictly forbidden to pay for the ticket after getting on the bus

Bai Jue felt like there was a lump of paste in his head, which was still blood-colored.

The fishy smell kept swirling, and a few flashes of light from time to time stimulated the brain, and I was confused, not knowing where I was.

Only relying on the ruthless energy left in his body, he pulled Bai Luochuan towards the damn train.

I don't know how many times I fell on the road.

But that's all right, he thought, it's time to rest soon.

These wounds will also heal quickly.

The Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts was still going on, behind was a dazzled scene of ghostly aura, and the full moon had already been dyed scarlet, like a wound with a big hole on the body, dripping with blood, it didn't look warm at all.

He turned around and glanced at Bai Luochuan.

Fortunately, he seemed to be in better shape than himself.

He also smiled warmly.

Excessive blood loss caused the body to start to feel cold.

Through the bloody eyes, Bai Jue saw the train standing quietly in the shadows ahead, and the huge hourglass hanging above the train.

The sand is almost gone.

"It's here!" As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice had become hoarse.

"Hmm." It might be that his ears were injured, he heard Bai Luochuan's voice a bit vaguely, as if he was choked by something.

"Drip—" Bai Jue forcefully pressed the ticket with his name written on it against the ticket gate next to the carriage door.

A green light lights up at the ticket gate, indicating that the ticket is passed.

He jumped onto the train with the last of his strength, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he turned and looked at Bai Luochuan.

But he met a helpless look.

Mixed with a hint of helpless sadness.

Bai Luochuan stood under the train without moving, his hands were empty.

"...Where's your ticket?" Bai Jue's voice trembled, his body was so cold that he couldn't feel it.

He knelt down in front of the car door. The translucent green film at the door looked soft, but it was like an iron wall, blocking passengers with and without tickets.

"Trust me one more time, Bai Jue."

The last grain of sand fell from the hourglass above, and the train started on time.

He looked at Bai Luochuan smiling at him from under the car, just like when he first noticed him that year, like the sunlight surrounding the icebergs at the North Pole, refracted in all directions, extremely gorgeous.

But at this moment, with the roar of the train, the light was annihilated in the darkness of the Obon Festival.

disappeared before his eyes.