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8 Legend of the 375 bus

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Boom!

The young men in the car exploded!

Originally, they were the staff of the funeral parlor and were naturally bold.

However, when they saw Master Liu's face, which looked like his wife had died, they were shocked.

"Where? Where? Don't scare us, Master Liu!”

Old Liu, who had been driving a bus all his life, pointed at the door while trembling.

"Isn't it? What should we do?"

Everyone looked in the direction that Master Liu was pointing at, and their hair stood on end.

Oh my god!

A man and a woman stood outside the car.

The woman seemed to be hugging her shoulders because of the cold. Her face could not be seen clearly.

The man raised his head and knocked on the bus door.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Who else could it be but Shen Lang?

Everyone's legs trembled in fear.

"Damn it! Damn it! Is Old Brother Shen a human or a ghost?"

"Of course it's a ghost! Didn't you guys watch the live broadcast? He died on the spot!"

"Don't talk nonsense. This is what we do. How can there be ghosts in this world?”

" But, look at Brother Shen's clothes…"

Everyone turned their heads to look and screamed in fear.

In the dark night. Shen Lang was dressed in a red shroud, and he grinned at everyone.

As the cold wind blew, his loose clothes fluttered in the wind, and his entire body seemed to be floating.

"Ghost!"

Everyone was so frightened that they fell to the ground.

"F * ck, where's my saber!"

Some brave young men started to search for the guys in the car, planning to defend themselves.

More people begged Old Liu to drive.

Old Liu trembled for a long time, but he couldn't get a taxi at all.

Everyone's faces turned ashen.

No one knew that it was because of Shen Lang's luck. They thought that it was haunted.

Someone cried.

"What should we do? I'm still young. I don't want to die. Brother Shen, please let me go!”

"It's useless to beg a ghost. I think we should call the police quickly!”

"What should we call the police and say that the people from the funeral parlor encountered a ghost? No one would believe it!"

"Old Brother Shen must be unwilling to be smashed to death and want to come back for revenge!”

Everyone panicked.

Suddenly, someone shouted.

"Everyone, don't panic. The problem left behind by the history of bus No. 375 is that it is haunted! I have an idea!"

The one who spoke was Little Meng, a college student who had just come to the funeral parlor for an internship.

"Tell me, do you have any ideas?"

Everyone instantly had a backbone and looked at him.

Little Meng suppressed the panic in his heart and said.

"Have you heard of the story of the 375 supernatural bus?”Everyone nodded and expressed that they had heard of it.

"We were unlucky to be on Route 375. That's why we encountered Old Brother Shen's ghost, and that's why we couldn't start the fire!”

Everyone recalled the ghost story of bus No. 375. That was indeed the case.

"So, we can only escape according to the ghost story!”

Little Meng adjusted his glasses and analyzed calmly.

"The ghost story mentioned that the fire on Route 375 could not be started. It could only be started after two ghosts got on the bus. Then, the people in the car realized that something was wrong. They got out of the car and escaped by slandering the other party for stealing their wallets. I think we can only do this!”

When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up and they were about to agree.

"Bullsh * t. If you run, what should I do? Who the f * ck stole my wallet!"

The driver, Old Liu, interrupted angrily.

"Um…how about we rob each other and get off the car together?”

"That won't do either. In the original story, everyone only got away after the driver was left behind!”

Someone rejected this idea and looked at Old Liu helplessly.

"Master Liu, why don't you sacrifice yourself? We'll burn paper money for you every year!”

"Burn your mother's leg, why don't you sacrifice yourself!”

Old Liu wasn't stupid. In the story, the bus No. 375 drove straight into the reservoir and the driver died!

"This won't do, that won't do.”

Everyone was on the verge of a complete emotional breakdown.

Under the car.

Shen Lang was getting impatient.

"Shen Lang, why didn't they open the door for us? I can't stand the cold anymore!"

Yan Bingbing hugged her shoulders and said while trembling.

"I don't know either! What were these guys discussing in the car?”

Shen Lang was a little anxious. This was the last bus. If they missed it, the two of them would have to walk back.

They were still dozens of kilometers away from the city center. Wouldn't it be tiring to walk?

"Forget it, let me scare them!”

Shen Lang looked back and forth. He picked up a brick from the ground and waved it at the driver.

Old Liu's face turned pale.

"What should we do? What should he do? He picked up a brick. He was going to kill us!”

The people in the car had a mental breakdown.

"Damn it! Fight it out with him! I don't believe that a dozen people can't defeat a ghost!”

A muscular young man stood up.

"Don't be rash! Old Li, you'll get everyone killed!"

More people held Old Li back, afraid that he would get out of the car and fight Shen Lang.

"Stop arguing! I'll open the door!"

The university student, Little Meng, couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere and suddenly rushed to the driver's seat.

"Everyone, listen to me. I guarantee that you'll be fine!”

"Old Liu, you should be familiar with the road. We don't believe that we can't deal with a ghost! When they reached the place, they would just carry him to the cremation room and burn him. Then, nothing would happen!”

After saying that, he pressed the button to open the door without waiting for everyone's agreement.

Everyone could only shut their mouths and sit back in their seats, trembling.

The door opened.

Shen Lang and Yan Bingbing finally got into the car.

"Master, why didn't you open the door? Do you think we're dead?”

Shen Lang said angrily.

"No…no, you guys are really not dead!”

Old Liu squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

Shen Lang glanced at him and threw two coins into the money box. It was the fare Yan Bingbing gave him.

He was wearing a shroud and had no money on him.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

The coin made a crisp sound that echoed throughout the entire carriage.

The people in the car were about to cry when they heard that.

Could this be the legendary money to buy lives?

Shen Lang asked Yan Bingbing to sit by the car door. Then, he looked at the people in the car strangely.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I'm a ghost?"

Everyone's faces turned even paler, and they sat in their seats trembling.

Shen Lang realized that he was wearing a shroud and quickly explained.

"Don't be afraid. I'm a living person. I won't do anything to you!”

Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, the light bulb in the car clicked.

It exploded.

The light bulb exploded!

The entire bus was instantly plunged into darkness, and the entire bus was boiling with excitement.

"Ghost!"

"Old Brother Shen is here to claim your life!"

"Old Liu, hurry up and drive!"

Everyone shouted at the top of their lungs.

Seeing this, Old Liu went all out and rushed out of the car.

Before Shen Lang could even sit properly, he was thrown into the middle of the aisle.

"Master, what the f * ck are you doing!”

Old Liu could not be bothered with Shen Lang's roar. He stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the funeral parlor.

Along the way, he deliberately drove unsteadily so that Shen Lang could not get up.

When they arrived at the entrance of the funeral parlor, the bus crashed through the parking pole at the entrance and drove all the way to the entrance of the cremation room.

Thrust!

Old Liu slammed on the brakes and opened the door.

"Brothers, whether we live or die depends on this move. Hurry up and burn him!”

He shouted and grabbed one of Shen Lang's feet.

Seeing this, the others also rushed forward.

Seven to eight people lifted Shen Lang out of the car and ran straight to the cremation room.

"F * ck! What are you doing? Let me go!"

Shen Lang shouted in shock.

No one paid attention to him. Everyone only wanted to burn this fellow with all their might.

"Bang!"

In front of the crematorium, someone had already turned on the flamethrower.

More than ten tongues of fire had already shot out.

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