MTL - The Haunted-Chapter 25 Ghost car

Tang Guangyuan’s hand is still unconsciously motivated, but his strength is getting smaller and smaller, and he has already seen more gas and less air intake.

He noticed the lateness of coming in, tried to reach out to him enough, and made a "squeaky" voice in his throat, and there was a trace of sadness on his face.

After a long delay, he found that he had no choice but to do anything. Tang Guangyuan’s throat had nothing at all. He was like being strangled by the air.

He can feel the cold atmosphere around him. He knows that there is a "person" who follows himself, and his body involuntarily trembles. He has already guessed who it will be.

Ye Yingzhi, he still found it.

It seems as if he can hear his smirk and feel his cold breath.

Tang Guangyuan’s hand hangs down weakly, and the breath in and out is getting weaker and weaker. Only the eyes have always looked in the direction of delay.

He couldn’t stand it any longer, and witnessed a person’s loss of life because of him, but he couldn’t help but only watched and felt that he was almost on the verge of collapse. He was strong and self-supporting. He turned to the invisible "person" by his feelings, and even reached out and tried to pull his hand, just as he used to show his good when he was angry at Ye Ying.

He thought that he would only encounter a group of air, and could not grasp anything, but he encountered a cold body.

He let him not see him, but let him touch him.

The late body was suddenly tightened.

He remembered the words of the other party as sighing -

"Why don't you go home, I waited for you for one night..."

The vitality of Father Tang is still dying rapidly. Only a trace of breath still supports him, making him look like a dying man.

After a long time, I didn’t dare to look at it again, but slowly approached the “people” around me. I felt like I’ve been confessing and clinging to the waist of Ye Yingzhi, leaning my body against it and sticking it tightly. Near each other.

The gestures are intimate, and the tears are unknowingly covered in the face - fear, fear, fear, worry, is the instinctive reaction of people in the face of extreme conditions.

He hugged Ye Yingzhi and choked and pleaded: "Welcome, let him go, beg you to let him go. All the mistakes are made by me. Don't be tired of others. We Going home, we are going home. Ok, please, please..."

He is already incoherent, the brain is completely responsive, but he has said something about what he has done, but he can't stop asking for it. He climbs the other side and tries to kiss the cold neck and cheek with his tearful lips. In the end, I couldn't even complete the statement. I only whispered the name of the other person in my mouth, and repeatedly whimpered and said, "Welcome", "Please" and "Go Home."

I don't know how long it takes, and the perception of time is blurred when the nerves are extremely tight. He felt that the "person" around him finally moved, and the invisible rope on the neck of Tang Guangyuan seemed to be suddenly released.

Tang Guangyuan sat on the ground and suddenly coughed and gasped like a broken bellows.

Then I felt a hand slammed on his waist. The man leaned down and leaned his head to kiss his earlobe. His voice was low: "Speak, I am waiting for you at home."

Then the hand was let go, and everything suddenly returned to calm. After a long period of time, I can only feel the faint coolness of my ears and waist.

Like his silent and sudden disappearance, he almost lost his life. Ye Yingzhi disappeared again.

After a short while, he rushed to the side of Tang’s father to help him sit down and help him with his back to help him breathe. After a long time, Tang Guangyuan slowed down. He stood up slowly and bravely stood up. He tried it and still couldn’t speak. He could only use gestures to signal him to help him back to the bedroom.

Tang Guangyuan has a landline on the bedside of the bedroom and a phone book next to it. He opened a page that wrote the phone call of Gui Jie, and gestured to call her to come over, and then waved his hand to the late, revealing a sad and self-blaming expression, hoarsely said: "You... go."

Late, nodded.

The old man continued to try his best to squeeze out the voice from his throat: "I don't...but, temporarily...can't help..."

He stopped him in a hurry: "You don't want to talk. I am sorry for you, and you are suffering from this."

Tang Guangyuan waved his hand and did not speak.

After waiting for Gui Jie, he said goodbye to Tang Guangyuan. He looked very calm at this time, and it seems that the person who came to ask for help before him was not him.

He said: "Thank you for helping me this time. I have already thought about it. It was originally that I didn't ask and took Ye Ying's ashes first. I didn't ask and took it for the thief. Besides, I stole the ashes that symbolize the flesh of the people. I owe him first. This time I go back. He asked me how to return it. I will return it all. The Tianli reincarnation is the same, and it will not bother you."

He smiled slightly and smiled, and bowed to Tang Guangyuan to apologize.

The worst is not what you pay for. He thought, and lowered his eyes.

Tang Guangyuan gasped and looked at the lateness and thanked him again and left, and finally did not say a word.

It’s nearly eleven o'clock from the villa, and this place is quite partial. Only occasionally there are private cars that come back, and even the rentals are not seen. He did not bring a mobile phone, estimated the time to take a few steps, to catch the last bus.

When I walked to the bus station, I saw a bus stop there. The car here could be returned to the house. I didn’t look at it late. I quickly ran a two-step coin to get on the bus.

The driver kept looking at the front and did not respond to his getting on the bus. The car was very empty. There were only three or four passengers besides him, sitting scattered around. I glanced over it and walked to the seat at the rear of the car.

The last bus was a little longer, and he sat down for two minutes before the car swayed. Sitting late in the seat, I looked at the dark street scene outside the window. He didn't know what he was waiting for after he got home. He only knew that he couldn't run away and couldn't hide.

Ye Yingzhi has made him see clearly through today's events. Tang Lao has no resistance to him, and even almost caught a life. The monks who have seen him since childhood have even helped him not to be harmed by ordinary ghosts, let alone deal with Ye Yingzhi who can shock all evils.

He has always been worried about his spirits. He doesn't have the tools to watch time, such as watch phones. He only knows that the car is always open, and the window is always black and lacquered. It seems that he has not left the neighborhood, but he does not know how long it has passed. Suddenly after I woke up with God, I found out that it was wrong. This is the bus. Why hasn’t it been so long before I stop at the next stop? No one has to get on the bus and no one has to get off the bus?

After realizing this, he was alert, and temporarily pressed his heart to the fear of the middle of the house, and secretly noticed the inside of the car.

He counted in his heart silently, and counted three hundred times without stopping. The car was driving forward at a constant speed. There was no turning, no lane change, no bumps, as if only one of them was driving on this road. Even the scenery outside the window has not changed, it is still black and lacquered, and in the distance, there is a faint light that does not know where it is coming from - I thought it was the light of the urban direction.

I picked up the punch late and noticed the passengers in the front row. When he got on the bus, he was worried about the things in his heart. He didn't pay attention to these people. The state in which all the abnormalities were skipped was similar to that of Ye Yingying's fascination. At this time, the brain was found to be wrong.

There are four passengers in front of him, plus a total of five drivers, all wearing dark long-sleeved clothes, sitting silently and standing still, not like most people on the bus are looking down at the phone.

The incandescent lights on the roof were pale and white, and they all had no shadows under the light.