The moon retracted into the clouds, and a misty rain covered the earth.

The bus was swaying on the wide road, and the man sitting in the back was drowsy.

A shadow is looking at everything around it.

"What am I?"

He was a little confused about the situation and looked at the man sitting in the last row. That was his face! He was sleeping with his head down at the moment.

He was still confused about the situation and looked around again.

In the car, passengers were playing with their mobile phones and dozing off. Their faces fell into his eyes one by one. Everyone turned a blind eye to him and continued to play with their mobile phones.

Looking at the faces of these people, he was at a loss and his mind was confused. Why was the scene in front of him so familiar?

He looked at "himself" again and stared at him closely.

In this airtight bus, everyone else got off one after another, but he was the only one who kept sleeping there with his head down.

Gradually, he was the only one left in the car. Outside the car window, the scenery kept receding, and rows of street lights flashed past his face. He didn't know how long it had passed.

He woke up slightly.

The fear has disappeared, and now only the fatigue remains.

He raised his head and glanced at the stop sign on the car. The car had just stopped.

When he arrived, he stood up.

His eyelids were very heavy. Just as he was about to get out of the car, the driver came from the side and grabbed him.

The car door didn't open.

He glanced up at the driver.

"I paid just now."

He explained in an unhappy tone, and when the man refused to let go, he frowned and looked at him.

The lights above the two people flickered on and off, and the light hit the driver's face, revealing a strange look.

Then I heard him say something to me.

He didn't think he heard clearly.

The lights in the car flickered for a few times, and his sleepiness suddenly disappeared, and a feeling of uneasiness suddenly arose in his heart.

This feels very strange.

He looked at the man in front of him. He was very young, as if he had just taken up the job, but he had a unique old temperament. He was staring at him with a smile, which was very strange.

"May I have your name?"

The man spoke.

He suddenly frowned with vigilance and looked sideways at the closed car door.

"I want to get off!"

He repeated it again, somewhat sullenly.

He thought to himself, could it be that he got into a stolen car and wanted to take advantage of it? But he was very poor, and he only had clothes worth a little money. How could he be interested in it?

He became more and more alert and leaned towards the car door.

There was a faint smile on the corner of the driver's mouth, but his smiling eyes did not contain a trace of smile, but looked horribly empty.

He stared at himself as if looking at prey, which was uncomfortable.

"what do you want?"

He realized that the man in front of him seemed to be no ordinary person, with an evil aura about him.

"I just saved you, why don't you thank me?" The man let go.

These words made him look incredulous.

"You saved me!"

He remembered what had just happened, swallowed, and then concealed his surprise and looked at him carelessly.

He saved me. It was not easy to wait for a bus in a deserted place. Otherwise, I would have to sleep on the street. He smiled back.

Pretending that it was getting late and that he had something to do at home, he anxiously tried to open the car door.

The car door didn't move at all.

He barely maintained a smile and looked at the man again, enduring his uncomfortable gaze staring at him.

"Brother, why is the door broken? Do you want me to call you and ask someone to help you?".

The man put away his smile and said, "That's not necessary."

"Oh? Then you... must have something wrong with your brain, right?" He was suddenly angry and watched as the man replied in an unhurried tone, as if he was teasing himself. He had no time to chat with him here.

, he was still anxious to go home.

So he put his hands in his pockets, thinking about using his cell phone to call the police, and took a few steps back.

I saw him groaning twice and tapping the iron railing of the car with his fingers, "What? Are you afraid that I will harm you?"

He was aware of his own movements, but it didn't matter. When it came to fighting, he was never afraid of the person in front of him.

If they really fought with him, he still didn't know who would have the upper hand. With his body, he probably wouldn't be his opponent. Just when he was secretly guessing, the man revealed the reason.

"Don't misunderstand me, little brother. I just saw that your hall was darkened, and there was still a deathly aura between your eyebrows. You must have just come back from the hell gate, so that's why you took this unnecessary step. Don't you mind?"

Hearing this, his expression froze and he half-squinted his eyes, "Who are you?"

When he said this, he was even more convinced that there was something wrong with this person.

Unexpectedly, the man turned around, walked to the front of the car, got into the driver's seat, and pressed the button to open the door.

The wind blew in, it was a bit cold, and it was raining lightly outside.

The drizzle fell on the glass of the window more and more.

"You can be regarded as a fortune teller. You are a fortune-teller, you are a tyrant, you are a liar, and you are talking about yang affairs. However, you have too many yin debts. When it comes to yin affairs, you should be the first. It is rare. People like you should be

He won’t live to be ten years old.”

The man said sullenly to him, his expression extremely gloomy.

"Nonsense!"

He didn't want to talk to him much, so he got out of the car immediately. Is this man sick?

After getting out of the car, the temperature suddenly dropped, making him shiver.

He didn't want to look back at first, but what the man said really made him care, and he couldn't help but look in the direction of the car a few more times.

In the car, the driver walked up to the glass at some point, stood upright and stared at himself. On the glass covered with rain and fog, there were two words that were particularly obvious.

"Change your destiny."

His fingers were writing, but strangely, the words seemed to be written stroke by stroke on the outside of the glass.

He opened his mouth slightly and said a few words, which seemed to be "I will come to you again."

The shadow appeared again, but it was still in the car. He walked towards the man, followed his gaze and looked out of the car, and saw "himself" looking in the direction of the car against the rain.

…

"So that's it!" A childish voice sounded, and everything around him was suddenly swallowed up by darkness.

Gu Chuan suddenly turned around and looked at the guy behind him, Yamaluo.

He gritted his teeth, "Are you peeking at my memory?"

Seeing the ghosts and gods imprisoned by four pillars and chains in front of him, he still looked quite surprised, "How did you become like this?"

Yamaro exhaled through his nostrils, "It's not because of that guy."

It almost roared and said: "That guy actually reversed the soul contract, causing me to be imprisoned. Now, are you satisfied?"

Gu Chuan didn't understand what reversal was. He just looked at the forehead lines on its head and felt an inexplicable familiarity, as if he had seen it there before.

No! Don't talk to me about this. You were peeking into my memory just now. What on earth do you want to do? Gu Chuan frowned and asked.

When Yama heard this, he suddenly jumped up. Gu Chuan had never seen him react so strongly before, so he couldn't help being shocked by its behavior.

"You brat! I just saved your life! Is this how you talk to your benefactor?"

If it hadn't just used its own breath to force away the Gu insect clinging to your body, you would have been sucked dry by it and died. You are so ignorant that you went to provoke the ghoul and also provoked people you shouldn't have provoked.

It would be a blessing to kill you!

It must be said that during these days, Yama was influenced by the seven emotions and six desires of mortals, and his temper was also quite irritable.

So that’s it!

Gu Chuan murmured, showing a hesitant expression, "So this is why you peeked at my memory?"

When he asked him this question, Yamaluo not only did not feel guilty, but felt confident, dragging the heavy chain and raising his fist at him, "I am spying on information. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you survive a hundred battles. Haven't you heard of this?"
To be continued...