Please Stop Pretending To Be a Cute Newcomer!

There are only two thin slits in the smiling face's eyes, as if the upper and lower eyelids are glued together and not opened.

The corners of the mouth are curved in a large arc, reaching to the ears.

The flattened nose almost blends into the face except for the two nostrils.

It has long and thin hands and feet, and the loose clothes on its body look like empty bamboo poles.

A scorched smell of burnt paper pervaded into the nose.

Shen Qingcheng stared at him fixedly, and even thought about the difference between the ghost in front of him and the flight attendant.

If the flight attendants are regarded as "human beings", then the rough appearance of ghost shadows can only be called dolls.

It's not a flight attendant.

After coming to this conclusion, he felt a little itchy, why did he get so close, didn't he know that he was ugly?

As soon as the hand on his leg moved, another hand immediately covered it.

Shen Qingcheng looked sideways, and Lu Qi who woke up at some point shook his head at him.

Well, just bear with it.

The bent ghost figure stood quietly in front of Shen Qingcheng for a while with its strangely smiling face, then straightened up and went to another place.

There was no ghost in front of Shen Qingcheng blocking his sight, and only then did he see clearly that there were more than one smiling ghost like the one just now.

There are a lot of them, and they are densely crowded in the carriage with empty clothes, and there is no end to the ones that can't squeeze in from the window.

They walked back and forth in the carriage, and the sound of rattling bamboo poles sounded one after another, so dense that it made the scalp numb.

Other players have already woken up. They huddled in their seats, or lowered their heads and closed their eyes tightly to deceive themselves, or opened their eyes wide and covered their mouths, not daring to speak out.

Some even got under the chairs in fear, such as the male player who was supposed to sit at the end.

He lay motionless on the ground, and the narrow space forced him to curl up into a ball as much as possible.

despair.despair.despair.

Slender legs passed in front of his eyes, and the wide trousers swept up wisps of cold wind, blowing him cold all over.

They were coming towards him.

Something hard and cold pressed against his arm, the man turned his head stiffly, and a bright red smiling face was close at hand.

The other party bent down and smiled at him under the chair, clasping his hands tightly on his arms.

Ah!

The man opened his mouth to let out a silent howl, and crawled out from under the chair.

The sound of the bamboo poles suddenly became rapid, and countless laughing ghosts rushed up to the man who crawled out.

The man was quickly submerged in ghostly shadows.

Shen Qingcheng looked at Lu Qi, opened and closed his lips: I can't hear his voice!

After speaking, he realized that he couldn't even hear his own voice.

He frowned and asked: What's going on!

Lu Qi shook his head and said silently: Wait for me here.

He shook his head back even more violently, grabbed Lu Qi with his backhand, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Lu Qi didn't speak, he grabbed Shen Qingcheng's wrist and walked to the front row to avoid the Laughing Ghost.

Not far away, another female player who was supposed to sit at the back witnessed all this and completely collapsed.

She didn't want to die, and she didn't want to be taken away by ghosts.

The woman struggled to get out of her seat, crying and begging everyone around her, she begged them to save her, she didn't want to die.

She doesn't want to die!

She saw Lin Wen, and Lin Wen didn't avoid her gaze.

Yes, this man will save her, he is a good man, he will definitely save her!

But there were too many ghosts standing between them, and she couldn't get through.

Just when the woman was almost desperate, she saw Lan Xiu'er holding the child, and she rushed over as if seeing the last hope.

The Laughing Ghost behind her had already touched her shoulder, and she held on to Lan Xiu'er like a life-saving straw, eagerly saying, "Help me, please help me..."

Tears kept rolling down from her eyes.

Lan Xiu'er hesitated for a moment, but when her eyes touched the woman's hand holding the baby, she suddenly woke up and pushed the woman away.

One wanted to push, the other clung to it, and the baby in the swaddle soon burst into tears under the tug.

The child's howling was silent, and the small body cried until it convulsed and trembled. From Shen Qingcheng's perspective, he could even see the vibrating vocal cords in the little boy's mouth.

He walked over and pulled the woman's hand away.

The woman whose body was half covered by the Laughing Ghost immediately grabbed Shen Qingcheng's wrist with both hands, her eyes were red from crying, and she begged hysterically: Help me!

Shen Qingcheng was going to save her, and his other hand had already pinched the summoned silver needle.

Lu Qi held the long knife with one hand and slashed diagonally at the woman's back, the shadow of the knife was sharp and swift.

With a bang, the long knife cut through the air, and the blade pierced through Ghost Shadow's body.

The silver needle stained with Shen Qingcheng's blood also flew out of Ghosting's body.

Shen Qingcheng was stunned.

At such a moment of daze, the woman was surrounded by the laughing ghosts. She shook her head and cried silently, but she could only helplessly let the laughing ghosts surround and push her.

The ghosts who had completed the task receded like a tidal wave, and soon, all the ghosts disappeared without a trace, inside and outside the carriage.

It was still as silent as death, but there were already two living people missing in the carriage.

despair.

despair.

Blood oozed from the wound on the wrist where the woman grabbed it, pooled and dripped to the ground.

Shen Qingcheng swayed, his eyes subconsciously found someone he was familiar with, his lips moved: Lu Qi...

A burst of tiredness struck, and Shen Qingcheng's eyes went dark.

……

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~" The train with vermilion patent leather was running on the deserted track.