Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The driver in the driver's seat said something casually, as if to remind him.

"Okay, I'm going to the city, give me a ride."

Samael readily agreed, immediately jumped onto the tram, took a coin from his pocket and put it into the coin box as payment.

He had many similar coins in his pocket, more than enough for simple expenses.

After all, he had almost emptied the donation box at the mountain shrine.

Anyway, the shrine is abandoned, and the so-called Inari god has disappeared. It's a waste to leave all this incense money there.

However, robbing gods is something only a demon like him could do.

The doors closed, and the tram started moving.

Samael went to the back row, chose a seat, and sat down, his eyes taking in the surroundings with great interest, like a country boy who had just arrived in the city and was full of curiosity.

Perhaps it's because of the vibrant nightlife, or perhaps for some other reason.

The last train was almost full of passengers.

However, most of them were fast asleep, leaning back in their chairs without moving.

The car was deathly silent, with a faint musty smell permeating the air.

As the tram descended the mountain, after a few bumps, the passengers, who had been sound asleep, seemed to show signs of waking up, and the air inside the carriage grew increasingly cold.

Samael glanced at the passenger in front of him, his eyes narrowed and a pleased smile playing on his lips. There seemed to be some kind of blood stains on the back of that passenger's neck.

creak!

Just as the tram windows were getting so cold that frost was almost forming on them, the tram suddenly stopped, opened the front door, and a rush of warm, humid air entered the carriage.

The ancient snake raised its head slightly, a hint of surprise appearing in its eyes.

A new passenger has boarded.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Kid, I've got your back from now on.

The newly boarded passengers were dressed in a rather unique manner.

A loose hoodie paired with a beige scarf completely covered her upper body. Her head was lowered, and most of her face was covered by black sunglasses, making it impossible to see her face.

In addition, a large guitar case was hanging diagonally behind her.

As he entered the tram car, the new passenger looked around, paused slightly, and lingered on someone at the back of the car for a moment before starting to walk towards the very back.

"Wait! Me, I'm still here!"

Just as the car door was about to close, a hurried sound came from the darkness.

A travel-worn figure hurriedly jumped in through the rear door, and before the hooded passengers could get there, plopped down in the empty seat at the back.

Samael glanced to his side and casually raised an eyebrow.

Another one has arrived.

"Young man, let's squeeze in."

The second new passenger gasped for breath and turned to give Samael an apologetic smile.

"Young man, let's squeeze in."

This is a simply dressed middle-aged woman with the sorrow and hardship etched on her brows by the years. She has a kind face and her demeanor and speech are quite cultured.

"Okay auntie."

Samael smiled and, just as politely, moved further inside to make room for him.

The first passenger in the aisle looked towards the end, frowned slightly, paused for a moment, gave up on continuing to walk back, and chose to find an empty seat in front, quietly leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes to rest.

As the two new passengers settled in, the tram doors closed and it started moving again.

The surrounding scenery rushed past, the trees on both sides cast haphazard, slanted shadows, the temperature inside the carriage seemed to drop again, and the strange musty smell gradually intensified.

The creaking sounds grew more frequent, whether from the operation of a mechanism or something else, it was unclear...

In the flashing lights, the "passengers" who had been fast asleep seemed to raise their heads and try to turn their necks back to see their three new companions.

This welcome ceremony is quite enthusiastic.

Samael smiled broadly and slightly raised his right hand.

"Wait, my wallet is gone! I need to get off!"

Just as the scenery outside the window was gradually blurring and distorting, a figure suddenly stood up, and a hurried voice echoed in the carriage.

"Stop right there! My wallet is gone!"

The middle-aged woman reiterated, her face filled with anxiety, her fingers gripping the handrail turning slightly white, and her voice seemingly trembling slightly as she suppressed her emotions.

It seems that thing is very important to her.

"Squeak..."

Finally, at the woman's repeated pleas, the speeding tram slowed down with a dull screech of brakes, and the doors slowly opened.

Before the tram had even come to a complete stop, the middle-aged woman grabbed Samael's arm and pulled him away.

"Young man, quick, let's get off the bus and help me look back. If we can't find what's inside, we'll be in trouble tomorrow!"

"Uh, Auntie, I haven't arrived at my stop yet."

Samael, who had been forcibly conscripted, helplessly shrugged.

"Young man, you can't say that! My wallet disappeared as soon as I got on the bus, so you're partly to blame!"

The middle-aged woman was somewhat annoyed, and then glared at Samael with suspicion in her eyes.

"You might be the one who stole it! You're not leaving until you find it!"

The woman forcefully dragged Samael from his seat and pulled him towards the car.

As the two got off the tram during their argument, the doors quickly closed, and the tram, which had started moving, continued on its way.

As the last bus disappeared into the thick darkness, the middle-aged woman, who had been so aggressive just moments before, breathed a sigh of relief. She turned to look at Samael, whom she had forcibly dragged off the bus, and spoke meaningfully.

"Young man, I saved your life..."

"what?"

"Didn't you see the lividity on their bodies? And the stench of death? This truck was carrying dead people!"

The middle-aged woman glared at the seemingly bewildered fool and scolded him irritably.

"ghost?"

Samael was startled, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. Then he turned to look at the thick darkness of the night, his eyes filled with confusion.

"But I need to get into the city, and that's the last bus."

"What time is it? Why are you still worrying about this? Saving your own life is the most important thing!"

The middle-aged woman was speechless for a moment, then looked around warily, pulled Samael along the path.

"Forget about that. It's too dangerous to stay here any longer. It's easy for evil spirits to target us. Let's find a place to hide first. I'll find a way to get you into the city when it gets light."

"Is this place... dangerous?"

"It's not just here. The wilderness is now teeming with monsters and evil spirits, and danger lurks everywhere. They're especially active at night, and if you get caught, you'll be left with nothing but bones!"

"So scary?"

Samael clicked his tongue in astonishment upon hearing this.

Seeing that the slow-witted fellow finally looked a little scared, the middle-aged woman snorted and earnestly advised him.

"So young man, listen to my advice, never go out alone at night, or you'll end up like just now, not even knowing how you died! I'm doing this for your own good!"

"Understood, thank you, Auntie."

Samael looked serious and readily agreed.

Seeing that her hard work had not been in vain, the middle-aged woman's tense face broke into a satisfied smile, and she quickened her pace.

They're almost there.

Samael, who was behind him, pushed aside the dead branches along the way, looked ahead, and spoke in a deep thought.

"By the way, Auntie, I actually have another question..."

"you say……"

"Since it's so dangerous at night, why did you come out?"

Curious questions came, and the footsteps that were moving forward suddenly stopped.

In the eerie, deathly silence, the kind-hearted middle-aged woman stopped, turned around, looked back at the young man behind her, and grinned, revealing a chilling smile.

"Young man, we've arrived..."

Sparse starlight filtered through the dark clouds, scattering across the forest and illuminating the middle-aged woman, elongating her shadow.

The tangled branches around me resembled gnarled snakes and pythons, and a thick layer of fallen leaves at my feet emitted a certain odor of decaying plants and animals.

Directly in front, raised tombstones were placed on mounds of various sizes.

"Click..."

As the night wind blew by, accompanied by the soft cracking of dislocated joints, bone spurs pierced through the skin, forming two sharp angles. Two deformed arms, accompanied by a sharp, explosive sound, crashed down from the air.

Those red and black eyes were like flickering will-o'-the-wisps, filled with greed and cruelty.

Having suppressed her appetite and urges for so long in order to enjoy it all by herself, she was starting to get impatient.

"Really? So fast..."

At the same time, Samael also raised the corners of his lips, a similarly pleased smile appearing on his face.

However, just as the two deformed arms crossed and fell, a cold and stern shout rang out.

"Get down!"

Samael's smile froze instantly, and he immediately fell to the side.

"boom!"

In an instant, a red and black light bullet, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, pierced through the forest and struck the monster in the face with lightning speed, instantly blasting it away.

Its enormous body soared into the air, smashing through several dead trees before crashing into the fallen leaves, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts so much...!"

The monster screamed in agony, covering its face with its hands, rolling on the ground, its red and black, foul-smelling blood gushing out from between its fingers.

"Kill you! Kill you!"

A moment later, the enraged monster stood up and swung its two deformed arms forward.

Due to the previous bombing, his face was now a bloody mess, and his two eyeballs had burst open.

Therefore, having lost its sight, the crazed monster simply waved its arms, knocking away the dead trees along its path.

But by sheer coincidence, Samael, who was lying down, was right in the middle of the falling trees.

"Get off!"

With a sharp shout, Samael was suddenly grabbed by the ankle and thrown aside.

Oh my god...

The unlucky fellow, clutching his head to absorb the shock, lay sprawled on the ground, spitting out bits of grass from his mouth. He couldn't help but twitch his lips, silently cursing Lady Luck and her entire family in his mind, and looked ahead with a sullen expression.

The figure wearing a white hoodie with a cello case on his back was none other than another new passenger on the Ghost Tram.

Meanwhile, the new passenger who had just hastily "rescued" the innocent was also located by the monster.

"Found you! Die, die, die!"

Driven by hatred, the wounded monster let out a frenzied roar, its deformed body moving forward nimbly like a snake, its scaly and clawed hands slashing at its target.

"Huh, stubborn!"

A crisp, cold snort rang out, and the new passenger stood firm in the strong wind, his hands outstretched in front of him. A strange long halberd with white ribbons and a blade tip that curved like waves appeared in his fair palms.

Puff puff puff!