"Yes." Huang Xiaolong smiled and took out a pack of Ruoyuxi, which had a few cigarettes left from his pocket, took out one, and handed it to the middle-aged male ghost in red.

The middle-aged male ghost in red took the cigarette, looked at it, frowned and said, "Yuxi? What brand is this? Big brother, can you be a fake cigarette? We used to smoke Baxi, White Cat, Big Earl, Earth Flying Song..."

What the middle-aged male ghost in red said was that they had long stopped production.

"If you like to thrust, don't thrust, don't thrust down." Huang Xiaolong glared at the middle-aged male ghost in red.

"Don't be big brother, don't get angry..." The middle-aged male ghost in red smiled sinisterly, then took the cigarette from Huang Xiaolong, lit it with the ghost fire, and did not smoke it, but sniffed the smoke greedily.

"Ah! What a smoke! Tsk tsk... This cigarette is so exciting..." The middle-aged male ghost in red burst into praise.

Immediately, it took out a 1,000-degree penny and handed it to Huang Xiaolong. "Big brother, your cigarette is so easy to smoke, sell it to me..."

"Take it. Give it to you." Huang Xiaolong threw the remaining half of the soft jade stream to the middle-aged male ghost in red.

"Oh! Big brother, you are so generous!" The middle-aged man in red took over with a smile, and even more enthusiastically approached Huang Xiaolong, "Big brother, which station are you going to?"

Huang Xiaolong's heart moved and he smiled. "The terminal."

"Uh" The middle-aged male ghost in red shivered for a moment and said in horror. "Big brother... are you talking about the city village station?"

"Ha no." Huang Xiaolong shook his head. "City Village Station is not the terminal station. What I said is, the next stop."

The middle-aged male ghost in red suddenly changed his expression, and a look of fear flashed out of his ghost's eyes.

"Oh? What's wrong?" Huang Xiaolong said with a smile.

"No... nothing... nothing..." The middle-aged male ghost in red shook his head repeatedly.

"Have you been to the next stop at Chengzhong Village Station?" Huang Xiaolong asked.

"I don't know! I haven't been there! I don't know anything! Don't ask me! Cigarette...I...I'll give it to you!" The middle-aged male ghost in red threw Huang Xiaolong back to Huang Xiaolong, and then quickly walked away.

"Big wife, look, even the evil ghost in red is afraid of the last stop... Things are getting more and more fun and interesting..." Huang Xiaolong smiled at Song Yuru.

"Xiaolong...you...you are really a little bored...you are so excited to chat with ghosts...and, even the place where even evil ghosts are afraid of you, you actually said...it's fun..." Song Yuru was speechless.

Just then

Bang~bang bang...

The sound of the train passing through the rails sounded, and a light suddenly came from the subway tunnel. Immediately afterwards, a subway drove into the station at a slow speed from one side of the tunnel.

The ghosts waiting for the bus at the platform were lined up very regularly to get on the bus.

Huang Xiaolong held Song Yuru's hand and lined up quietly.

When the subway entered the station, it stopped, the indicator light lit up, and the car door opened.

The ghosts rushed up in a swarm.

Huang Xiaolong also took Song Yuru to a carriage.

I saw that in the car, there were already many ghosts standing in front of the car, and they were already full of seats. Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru had to stand.

Song Yuru hugged Huang Xiaolong's waist with her hands, leaned her head on him, and closed her eyes and did not dare to look.

Huang Xiaolong looked at the ghosts in this carriage with interest.

Hanging ghosts, drowning ghosts, supporting ghosts, starving ghosts, burning ghosts...

There are all kinds of ghosts.

Some even take their heads off and use a comb to combed their hair.

There are also sweaters, chattering, playing mahjong, fighting landlords, reading books...

Damn, this is no different from taking the subway during the day.

However, there are ghosts in each carriage, so the yin energy in the subway is extremely strong, and it is as cold as winter.

"Before the train is running, there are passengers who get off at Lujia Village Station. Please prepare in advance."

The radio sounded, and at the same time, on the car door, which was originally supposed to be the map prompt, a string of very complex words appeared, which were a bit like seal characters, but it was even more difficult than seal characters.

Huang Xiaolong can understand these words.

This is a waste of literature!

A lost ancient language in our country is a kind of writing that communicates with dead people and is also a very complex writing, which is different from seal script.

In the Shang era, some people would say that writing was ruined. Text appeared in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, but those who know were single-child biography, and only a very small number of people could understand it and could write it. It was basically lost in the Song Dynasty!

These scattered articles do not write anything else, and mainly remind the name of each stop so that the ghosts on the bus will not pass by the station and get off the wrong train.

The subway was driving at a rapid speed, the carriage was a little shaking, and the light was dim. Except for Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru, the car was full of ghosts. The taste was quite sour and refreshing.

Like the subway during the day, after the train arrives at the station, some ghosts get off the train, and some ghosts rush into the carriage from the platform, which is quite orderly.

When I stood in front of Chengzhong Village Station, three ferocious yellow-clothed ghosts suddenly rushed up!

It happened to be in the carriage where Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru were.

Now, the other ghosts in the carriage were like mice seeing a cat, shivering constantly, and a fearful expression appeared in the ghost's eyes. Those who had seats stood up and gave up their seats.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple…

The yellow-clothed evil spirit is also considered to be more cruel at the level of evil spirits, with strong yin energy and stronger abilities.

Three yellow-clothed ghosts sat arrogantly in this carriage, and the yin energy in this carriage became even more terrifying, forming a hurricane-like cold wind, which whirred and whirred. The temperature in the carriage dropped a lot, making it extremely cold.

Woo woo woo woo woo woo

The cold wind is roaring.

Suddenly!

The "ghost energy talisman" that Huang Xiaolong put on Song Yuru's back was blown away by the cold wind, floating in the carriage.

Next second!

boom

The blocked yang energy and the aura of being reborn suddenly spread out unscrupulously!

"Uh~" The first thing that smelled this strange aura was the three yellow-clothed evil spirits. They raised their heads at the same time, and their faces, which were full of cracks and minced flesh, had a look of greed!

Next!

The whole carriage became quiet!

The ghosts stopped chatting with whispers and looked at Song Yuru, the source of the yang energy in unison!
Chapter completed!