Please, This is a Scary World

Chapter 166

　　As the old man spoke, he stared at Fang Ming with his white eyes.

　　There was a sudden tumbling in the little boy's schoolbag, as if some living thing wanted to rush out.

　　The blood dripped faster, rushing down.

　　In the blink of an eye, a blood pool was formed under the feet of the grandfather and grandson.

　　"Grandpa, what is the collision of joy and sorrow, joy and sorrow."

　　The little boy was covered by the old man's eyes and couldn't see anything, but he just opened his mouth, but Fang Ming was a little surprised, because the corners of the child's mouth rubbed directly to the base of his ears, and there were dark fangs inside, which looked extremely terrifying.

　　Such a scary child looks much more ferocious than the zombies in the movie.

　　"Happiness and funeral collide. Naturally, the happy event and the funeral meet together. The funeral comes from the east, and the happy event comes from the west. It's just the same road. Who should let the other on both sides?"

　　The old man said something gloomy, and the palm covering the little boy's eyes secretly revealed a gap.

　　The little boy's eyes immediately emerged from the gap.

　　Different from the old man, the little boy's eyes exuded a faint green light, like a hungry wolf who hadn't eaten for a long time.

　　Hearing the old man's question, the little boy's strange mouth cracked open.

　　He said gloomily: "Of course it is a happy event and a funeral. The teacher said that the dead are the greatest."

　　The funeral procession stopped.

　　All the paper figures turned their heads.

　　The paper figurines shouted together, "The yin gods take the way, and the evil ghosts evade!"

　　Obviously, the taboo paper man was giving them a warning.

　　But the old man seemed to be unaware, still staring straight at Fang Ming and said, "It's wrong, it's good that the deceased is big, but on a happy day, the god of joy will naturally descend from the sky, and the god of yin will change."

　　As soon as these words came out, the taboo paper figurine in the blood coffin suddenly let out a low roar.

　　In the funeral procession, the sound of "dang" by the gong paper man seemed to be the prelude to murderous intent.

　　In the sound of the suona, the paper figures all over the sky danced.

　　Seeing that these paper figurines were about to pounce on the pair of grandfathers and grandsons, Fang Ming patted the blood coffin solemnly.

　　"Friend, stop first."

　　The paper figures in the sky suddenly froze.

　　Fang Ming: "My friends, wait a minute and listen to them finish."

　　Although the taboo paper figurine was a little angry, he did not do anything when he heard Fang Ming say this.

　　The old man smiled, and a black spot suddenly appeared in his pale eyes.

　　This black spot is extremely small, nowhere near the size of an eyeball.

　　The black dots wandered in the whites of the old man's eyes, looking very strange.

　　But even so, Fang Ming felt that the old man had become a lot more normal, at least when his eyes were white.

　　"Then grandpa, do you mean that funerals should be happy ones?"

　　The little boy pushed the old man's hand away this time, raised his head and asked.

　　At this time, the blood pool under their feet had covered the entire bus stop.

　　The blood seemed to be boiling, and Gududu kept bubbling.

　　In Fang Ming's eyes, he saw the information panels of the old man and the little boy.

　　[Old man, name unknown, age 82 before death, level 44]

　　[Experience: I used to come here every day during my lifetime to wait for my grandson to come back from school by car, day and night, every day for one or two hours.Finally one day, while waiting for my grandson to come back, the blood supply to his brain was insufficient and he fell from the platform. He was not dead at that time, but no one on the platform stepped forward to take him to the hospital, delaying the best treatment time. , Before he died, he was still thinking about whether his grandson had returned safely]

　　[Features: It is integrated with the bus station. Because I regret not being able to see my grandson for the last time, I blame myself for not knowing what will happen next, so I can see what will happen nearby in the next hour by standing here after death. 】

　　And that child is not his grandson.

　　[Child, name unknown, age 12 before death, level 24]

　　[Experience: I caught a kitten at school and smuggled it back home after school. After getting off the bus, who knew that the kitten suddenly jumped out of the schoolbag, the little boy chased it subconsciously, who knew it was just right There was a car that ran a red light, and directly knocked him and the cat flying seven or eight meters]

　　[Characteristics: Just before his death, it was not much different from the old man's death time, and he temporarily became the old man's grandson who relieved his thoughts after his death, with the keenness and hearing of a cat. 】

　　After Fang Ming read the information panels of the two, he knew that the two should have no malicious intent.

　　Moreover, the two of them are not high-level, and they will not do stupid things like provocation and taboos.

　　Because the old man could predict the next hour near the platform, Fang Ming felt that the old man had something to tell him.

　　Sure enough, seeing Fang Ming stopped Taboo Paper Man, and after hearing the little boy's question again, the old man reached out and covered his eyes again.

　　"Wrong, wrong again."

　　"The god of joy descends from the sky, and the god of yin overcomes Yi."

　　"That's not the words of the yin god, why do you want to make a change?"

　　"And when is this, I don't know what day it is. Even if it is a happy event, it is not necessarily a happy day. Where does the god of joy come from?"

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　　The little boy was puzzled: "What should I do? Don't you have to avoid it? Crash together?"

　　The old man shook his head: "I'm young, my mentality is not good, I'm thoughtful, I can tell the difference between red and white. If it was me, I would wait for the bus to come and take the bus. If the red and white things come together, it's not a good thing. Now the bus is so convenient, the society has really changed. Well, we have never seen such a big guy who can pull so many people before, and he only needs one dollar."

　　At a young age, his mentality is not good, he is thoughtful, and can be divided into red and white.

　　wrong!

　　Fang Ming suddenly widened his eyes.

　　This is a hidden sentence.

　　The old man said, watch out for crimson!

　　Only then did Fang Ming remember the crimson he had seen before in the conscious world of murderous desire.

　　That unspeakable existence.

　　Could it be that the happy event the old man said had something to do with Crimson?

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　　Is it the weirdness of Crimson's men?

　　Fang Ming wanted to ask the old man to understand, but at this time.

　　The little boy suddenly shouted: "Ah grandpa, the bus is coming. I heard it is a four-way bus. It seems that there is a group of people coming from the west, beating gongs and drums. The sound is so loud, it was grandpa who said it. Happy event?"

　　The next moment, a "beep" sounded, Fang Ming turned around and saw a brand-new bus coming from behind, with "4 Road" written on the top of the window.

　　Fang Ming's eyes narrowed slightly.

　　The little boy has the keenness and hearing of a cat.

　　He heard the sound of the bus coming, so was the sound of gongs and drums the old man said a happy event?

　　This happy event has something to do with Crimson?

　　The old man must have seen what was about to happen nearby, and this should be unfavorable to the other party.

　　That's why the old man opened his mouth and kept staring at him.

　　Fang Ming immediately figured out the key.

　　Sure enough, when he heard the little boy's question, the old man stared straight at Fang Ming and said, "Yeah, we won't get on the bus today. If we watch the happy event here, we might be able to get a candy to eat. But the bus will be coming soon. It's off, and if you don't go up, it'll be too late."

　　As soon as the old man finished speaking, Fang Ming also heard a sound of blowing and beating from a distance.

　　A smear of deep red gradually became clear from the distant horizon.

　　Fang Ming's heart froze, and he quickly patted the lid of the blood coffin: "Friend, let everyone get in the car! Quick!"

　　(PS: The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching recently. Everyone is so enthusiastic. They always want to come to my house to give gifts, and some people want to come to my house to give me a massage... I'm a little embarrassed...) [-].

Chapter 167

　　Fang Ming's urging did not have much explanation.

　　He only knew that when the red team came over, they would be very dangerous.

　　Especially after the unintentional glance of the neighbor on the ninth floor just now, he didn't dare to use his life to test any dangerous things at will. There are too many strange existences in this world.

　　From the meaning of the old man's words, this red team is likely to be related to Crimson.

　　He knew very well what crimson was.

　　At that time, he just glanced at the crimson projection in the world of killing desire consciousness, and directly activated the system's self-protection mechanism, almost freezing.

　　Such an existence is countless times more terrifying than the neighbors on the ninth floor.

　　In the blood coffin, the taboo paper figurine could clearly hear the solemnity in Fang Ming's tone, and with a promise, he quickly ordered the coffin-carrying paper figurine to carry the blood coffin to the bus.

　　Those paper people who opened the way, beat gongs, trumpeted suona, mourned, and sprinkled forty-two coins shattered into pieces of paper money, and the entire road was paved with white.

　　The boarding door of the No. 4 bus was wide open.

　　Fang Ming and Seventh Brother had already jumped off the blood coffin.

　　But even so, the blood coffin still cannot go up through this small door.

　　The driver who drove the car was a middle-aged uncle whose entire face was smashed into pieces.

　　Seeing this, he blankly pressed a button in front of him.

　　"Crackling~"

　　The two rear doors of the bus opened.

　　Suddenly, a turbulent Yin Qi rushed out of it, blowing the dust on the ground into all directions.