However, they are no longer the same way Bai Mo saw before.

One by one, the broken limbs and arms were broken, the head was broken, and the flesh was blurred...

The hands of the elite man in suit and tie were bent at a strange angle, but he still protected the black briefcase. It is conceivable that there must be something very important there;

The gentle and gentle college student wearing gold-wireed glasses, the glasses were broken, and a piece of fragments were inserted into his eyeballs, blood and blood, but he seemed to have no pain at all;

The young men and women in couple outfits held hands with each other twisted and deformed, and their deep feelings were still tightly held until they were before their death;

The novice mother holding the baby, whose hands and head were protecting her baby, had her head tilted, leaving only a layer of flesh and blood fascia connected to her neck, and the child she wanted to protect had become a fuzzy flesh and blood that could not be seen clearly;

The elderly grandma with her grandson...

The undead in front of you show the death of your life, which is no longer enough to describe it as the four words "death is miserable".

The last one to get off the bus was the driver.

Surprisingly—

His whole body was intact, without the miserable shape of the passengers, and even his hair was not messed up.

but……

The way he walks is no different from those undead.

Stiff limbs and slow movement.

Look at his face again—

His eyes were dull and unconscious, and there was no expression on his face.

It's like... a paper man!

Bai Mo thought came to his mind, and he saw that the next second, he looked up again-

Where is there any driver uncle? Isn’t it a little man made of paper?

The paper man floated in the air, and the cow head and horse raised his face and planned to take it back, but suddenly paused.

"...You said two strangers got on the 'heard' just now?"

The question was about a monster with a human body, with a low voice, with a trace of indescribable gloom and charm.

The little man floating in the air nodded, and then took the initiative to fly into the wide sleeves of the cow head and horse face.

... hearse.

This word made Bai Mo feel silent, his arms were exposed on his skin, and goose bumps suddenly rose!

When I saw the late-night bus she and Ye Qingze were riding along the way, it turned into a white hearse with black curtains hanging around the car, floating in the air.

At the front of the front of the car, there is also a bold capital letter, shocking word [安]!

Bai Mo: My carbide...

A big trough!

#Scared urine#

#Scarefully stuttered#

#Scared and twisted, unable to take care of yourself#

At this time, the bull head and horse face were one stepping on the cow's hooves and the other, with unique and strange steps, walking upright towards the direction where Bai Mo and Ye Qingze are now standing.

In their eyes, there was no one in front of them.

The cow head and horse face approached, and his nose sniffed everywhere in the air, and his ugly and weird face showed a look of confusion.

Niu Tou said, "There is indeed a strong atmosphere of life here."

The living person, in the underworld, means living person, and is not the saying of strangers in the world.

"I smelled it too." Ma Mian said, and suddenly smiled, "It seems that he has met an expert."

A monster with a human body and a horse face was wearing a uniform wide-sleeved ancient costume in the underworld. He laughed strangely, raised his wide-sleeved sleeves, and the little man in his sleeve flew out...
Chapter completed!