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Were all humans so brave nowadays?
Could this guy be a hothead?
Looking at Ying Ping's smiling face, the corners of his eyes twitched.
"I don't need to pay for this bus."
"You don't need to put in coins?"
"That won't do!"
The ghost car driver was speechless.
Can't I just put in the coins?
What do you mean?
Looking for trouble?
"As a good young man with hands and feet, how can I not put in coins? No matter what I take advantage of, I can't take advantage of the country!”
"Don't you guys agree?"
Ying Ping said passionately, but halfway through, he turned around and looked at the non-human passengers behind the bus.
There were men and women, old and young, about five or six people. Oh, no, ghosts.
Their faces were pale.
It looked extremely strange.
The ghost car driver was a little speechless. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
He had no choice.
He could only bite the bullet and say,"Then just give me the money."
Hearing this, Ying Ping nodded in satisfaction, and took out a crumpled one-yuan note from his pocket.
He handed it to the ghost car driver.
The driver of the ghost car took the money and started the bus straight away.
You'll know later.
The driver of the ghost car sneered in his heart as he drove.
"Hey, Master, what are you laughing at?"
"Give me the change!"
Ying Ping suddenly said.
"Huh?"
The ghost car driver was stunned again.
He wondered if he had heard wrongly.
"You gave me a dollar and you want me to give you change? Change for what?"
"Bullsh * t, are you trying to go back on your words? I clearly gave you a hundred yuan, are you not paying me?!!”
The ghost car driver was speechless.
Did he encounter a blackmailer?
Were the scammers 'businesses so widespread these days?
Even if I die and become a ghost, I'll still be blackmailed?
For a moment, the ghost car driver was a little angry.
His body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Water started dripping from the stool he was sitting on.
The environment inside the bus changed.
Moss began to grow around him.
The glass around them began to crack, and the bus was in tatters.
"Pa…"
Before the driver could flare up.
Ying Ping turned his hand and slapped his big bald head.
The sound was extremely clear.
"Hurry up and pay up. Don't pretend to be silent."
Ying Ping said with an indifferent expression.
This driver was also an idiot. He still dared to activate his skill in front of others even though it was in a stun state.
How silly and cute.
The ghost car driver was stunned by the slap.
"Good, very good. Since you want to court death, you can bear the consequences!”
The driver sneered.
The next moment, he released his grip on the steering wheel, took out a package wrapped in red paper, and handed it to Ying Ping.
"Do you dare to pick it up?"
The driver said mockingly.
"What's there to be afraid of!"
Ying Ping immediately took the package from the driver.
She didn't even look at it and directly put it in her arms.
Then, he walked to the carriage and sat down without looking back.
Although Ying Ping didn't know why the ghost car driver didn't fight back, he knew one thing: he couldn't touch this guy yet.
After all, there were so many ghosts on the bus, and he was also interested in the destination of the ghost bus.
He would first deal with these small fries in the carriage before dealing with the ghost car driver.
It was great to catch all of them in one go.
Looking at Ying Ping's strange smile, the ghost car driver felt a chill down his spine.
An inexplicable fear rose in his heart.
"What's going on? Why do I feel afraid of a human…"
"Strange…"
"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. When we get there, I'll kill you!”
Then, the driver shook his head and focused on driving.
In the carriage.
Sitting next to Ying Ping was an old woman and a child.
Without a doubt, both of them were ghosts.
However, compared to the other ghosts who were quiet, the child seemed to have ADHD.
He moved around.
This made Ying Ping extremely frustrated.
Not only that.
The kid even stepped on Ying Ping's shoes and said with a smile,"Hey, hey, hey, I stepped on it, I stepped on it again, hey, hey"
Ying Ping couldn't hold it in any longer.
But in the next moment.
He felt that this scene was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
Suddenly.
An idea flashed through Ying Ping's mind.
He remembered.
This bus was the one that rolled into the river on the Shanghai Bridge three months ago.
There were twenty-five people in the car.
Only 19 people survived.
Six of them, including the driver, died in the river.
The culprits were this child and this old man.
Not long after the bus accident, the surveillance video on the bus was exposed.
The child was running around in the car, disturbing the driver and making a scene.
Then, the driver was a little annoyed and hit the child.
The little boy's grandmother saw her grandson being beaten up.
She rushed in front of the driver and argued with him. She even grabbed the driver's steering wheel.
In the end, the car lost control and rushed into the river.
Thinking of this, Ying Ping took a deep breath, stood up, and grabbed the little boy.
There was even a strange smile on his face.
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