After the bus stopped just now, I found an amazing thing. When the bus made a sudden stop, I suddenly found that all the passengers fell forward due to inertia. However, they did not sit up anymore, but lay motionless on the back of the chair in front! Turns out, they are all dead!

This bus is full of ghosts. If I didn't get off in time just now, the consequences would be unimaginable. Thinking of this, i hurriedly hit another motorcycle and headed for my hometown.

I came to my hometown with no danger on the way. My hometown is Chenjiagou. This is a remote mountain village. The folk custom is simple, because young people basically go to work. Therefore, most of the Chenjiagou are old people.

My grandmother is quite famous in the village. It is well-known Celestial Master. He has a good reputation for curing diseases and saving people at ordinary times. Therefore, in the whole Chenjiagou, the status is extremely noble. Along with me, I also got a lot of light.

In my opinion, compared with the Taoist Li Chen, my grandmother is more noble. But I've never heard of her chasing ghosts.

Chenjiagou is a beautiful village. A mountain stream winds through the valley. There seems to be no avenue in the village, but a path paved with gravel. The lush trees surround the whole valley, and the cultivated terraces are neatly adjacent to each other.

But I'm really not in the mood to see these landscapes. Now I have more matters of life and death.

"Yo, Bai Zhi, you came to see your grandma." A man with a burden came up and said.

"Yes, where is my grandmother now?" I looked at the man and said. This man is my cousin far away. In the whole Chenjiagou, most of them are my distant relatives.

"She is in the meditation room now. Go to find her." The man finished and left with a burden. And I quickly came to the meditation room. Grandma's home is a huge building with a huge quadrangle, which is the only one in the whole village. According to grandma, their family used to be a big family. At that time, the whole Chenjiagou was actually controlled by Grandma's family.

Although now lonely, grandma still holds the power in the village. In shiliba village, no one dared to disagree with the mention of my grandmother.

There are several distant relatives living with grandma, who help each other. Let my grandma live well in the mountain village. My parents didn't mention the idea of taking my grandmother to the city anymore.

Meditation room is an ancient temple with statues of Buddha everywhere. My grandmother is a devout Buddhist. She has been fasting and chanting Buddhism for more than 50 years. Before I entered the meditation room, I could hear the sound of wooden fish knocking inside.

When I opened the door, my grandmother turned her head and looked at me. She was not surprised. Her old eyes looked at me and said, "grandson, you seem to be in great trouble."

"Who said no, grandma, please help me quickly." I hurried over, hugged my grandmother, and said with fear in my voice, "our class is dying every day now. I'll die if I'm not careful."

Grandma looked at me and sighed faintly. She slowly opened her mouth and said, "I've known about you for a long time. The things you got into are not ordinary, and I can't help either."

"Impossible, grandma, you're so good, how can you do nothing?" I shook grandma's body. One side couldn't help shouting.

"I really have no way. No one can get close to what you get into, otherwise I will be deeply involved and become a part of it. If I go, I can only be the same as you are now. Not only can I not save you at that time, I will also cause a drag on you." Grandma shook her head and said.

"So it is." I said to myself, no wonder Li Chen would say that. It turned out that he knew for a long time that he couldn't solve it at all.

"What should we do? So many people have died now. If I don't think of a way, I will die now." I said with a frightened face.

"No, you are my grandson. How can you die so easily? You are so smart." Grandma shook her head and said.

"But no matter how clever I am, I can't fight against ghosts and gods." I said helplessly. If grandma doesn't help me, I'm really dead now.

"You are wrong, my grandson. How many evil spirits have there been since ancient times? Have you ever seen a great Confucian being harmed by ghosts?" Grandma asked back.

"The real great Confucians have insight into the world, and they are upright and awe-inspiring. Ghosts do not invade. This has never been the case since ancient times." Grandma murmured.

"Well, I don't want to hear these big truths." I can't bear to say. Then he held out his hand: "grandma, I'm here to get the Taigong compass."

"I knew you would come and get it. I'm ready for you." Grandma was not annoyed and handed me an ancient compass without delay. This is a simple compass with small characters written densely around it.

This is our family heirloom, the Taigong compass. It is said that it has existed for 2000 years, and it has always been a powerful tool used by deep palace to predict the fate of the country. In legend, it has the terrible power to predict the decline and rise of a dynasty.

Now the Taigong compass passed to my hand. Looking at the compass in my hand, I nodded with satisfaction. There is a magnet pointer floating on the compass in your hand. There are scales everywhere, which looks gorgeous.

"I'll go first, grandma. When I get through this crisis, I'll see you again." I gave grandma a reluctant look and was about to turn around and leave.

Grandma didn't stop her, but she gently opened her mouth and said, "grandson, you should remember that ghosts and gods are not terrible in this world. What is really terrible is people's hearts."

"I remember." I nodded, then closed the door and left quickly. I don't dare to approach my grandmother anymore, because if I'm not careful, my grandmother may also enter the game because of me, which I don't want to see.

After leaving Chenjiagou, I began to prepare for taking the bus. Soon a long-distance bus came and I got in without saying a word. After I went up, I found it was late.

"I want to get off." I hurried to the driver, whose expression was stiff and indifferent, and said, "No." Then he drove the bus directly. The bus began to walk, and I sighed. Then he walked slowly to an empty seat.

There are already many people on the long-distance bus. However, these people did not speak, and the whole bus was unprecedentedly silent. Looking at the pale faces of these passengers, I shook my head.

I didn't expect to return to the bus I took for the first time. Everyone here is dead, even the driver.

"Big brother, come and sit here." The little girl in red sat on the chair and shook her arm at me.

I reluctantly walked over and sat next to her.

"Big brother, you can't escape." The little girl in red smiled. Her face was very strange, and her eyes were full of blood red.

"It seems that you are eyeing me." I glanced at her and said, up to now, I'm not afraid. Anyway, I'm a turtle in a jar now. The whole bus is full of dead people except me.

"Yes, who makes you like taking the last bus so much? As long as you take the long-distance bus, you can't get off." The girl sneered.

"Really can't go down?" I sneered. After saying this, my eyes couldn't help looking around. The passengers around were sitting quietly in their seats. Their skin was pale, and some people even had body spots.

Among these people, some have painful faces, while others look numb. Others keep tearing their throats. Fortunately, it's daytime now, and everything doesn't look so terrible.

But I know that if I stay in the car all the time, the situation will be much worse at night.

"I said, can't I really get off?" I said to the driver.

The driver answered as he drove. His voice was as hoarse as hell: "you can't get off the bus until you reach your destination."

"Last time, why could I get off easily?" I asked abruptly.

The driver didn't answer, but drove silently. And I vaguely realized that something was wrong. Looking at the scenery of the surrounding windows, I finally realized. Now the long-distance bus is moving fast, and the passengers around have dead faces. Changes are also taking place gradually.

I know I have to do something, or I will die. Now the driver is driving faster and faster, and the surrounding scenery is deflecting. At this rate, it's easy to have an accident.

No, I have to do something. I looked anxious and shouted in my heart. At the same time, the brain is frantically calculating. Looking at the dead people around, looking at the driver, clues gathered in my mind.

Soon, I gradually recovered from my panic. His face turned into a smile again. I have thought of a way to get away from this long-distance bus, and this way is absolutely right.

I turned around and came to the driver, who was still driving and turned a blind eye to my arrival. But when I reached out, his face finally moved.

"What are you doing?" He asked coldly.

"This old driver, don't you know that when driving, don't play with your mobile phone?" I smiled and took the cell phone next to the driver.

Then it was shut down directly, and then a strange scene happened. The originally crazy bus speed began to slow down. Around me, the passengers who were ready to move turned gray again.