11 Chapter 11
◎Ghost Hand Massage, Worth Having◎
"Oh, oh." Xia Zihan sat down in a daze, not yet coming to his senses.
She had only seen the bus/subway judge in short videos, but this was the first time she had seen someone bringing justice to a seat-hogging ghost in real life!
No, wait a minute—
There are two ghosts sitting next to her?!
Xia Zihan shrank back in the opposite direction as if he had been electrocuted, but then remembered that there was a ghost next to Ye Ping'an, so he quickly stopped.
As she swayed from side to side, the bus braked suddenly and she almost rolled out through the empty seat in the front row.
Ye Pingan sat steadily, picked up the flying hair of the woman next to him and put it back, then pulled Xia Zihan, "The bus is a little crowded, that's normal, sit in your seat and don't get squeezed."
Yes, the person sitting next to her didn’t move at all and didn’t push her for the seat?
Xia Zihan glanced at it cautiously out of the corner of his eye.
The old man held the little boy high up in the same way he held Simba. The little boy had one hand stuffed into his open mouth, and his hand, which was about to swing with the ball, was also blocked by the big hand.
The two heads stared at each other, like a stuck video, motionless.
Ye Ping'an nodded with satisfaction. "See, this is great. Who says men can't raise children? Naughty kids... well, children have to be taken care of by their fathers!"
The person sitting next to him was still very quiet, so Xia Zihan began to observe carefully.
Although their posture was a little strange, the two of them, one big and one small, sitting together, their nose was a nose and their eyes were eyes. Apart from their skin being a little white, there was nothing strange about them.
The man sat up straight, legs together. The little boy, now huddled in his arms, fell silent. The red on his clothes looked like dragon fruit juice, and the ball in his hand was covered in crayon. He looked like a normal, unruly child.
If they were ghosts, how could they be picked up so easily? How could they just sit there obediently after being told so?
So, the only problem is the car, and the other "ghosts" that look scary are actually preconceived ideas. She scared herself and almost died?
Xia Zihan heaved a long sigh of relief, turned around and sat down, and said gratefully, "Today is all thanks to Boss Ye..."
When Xia Zihan turned around, she saw a head leaning on Ye Ping'an's shoulder, and her words got stuck in her throat.
The long-haired woman tilted her head close to Ye Ping'an's shoulder, and at first glance it looked like two heads had grown on her shoulders.
Ye Ping'an was completely unaware and was still writing and drawing on the memo on his phone, seemingly thinking about the menu and costs.
The woman's entire face was almost covered by her long hair, which kept floating and fell on Ye Ping'an little by little.
Ye Ping'an's light grey sports jacket mostly covered his dense black hair, like layers of falling spider webs. It was not noticeable at first, but it had tightened in circles without anyone noticing.
When her long hair spread out, Xia Zihan could clearly see that there was a strange yet familiar red line under her neck. The upper part was a slender white neck, and the lower part was a short, thick, dark neck.
Only a bright red mouth could be seen beneath her hair, puffing softly as it approached Ye Ping'an's neck. Sharp nails, hidden by her hair, crept up her shoulders, ready to deliver the final blow.
Xia Zihan remembered.
This is the forensic suture line in the TV series.
In urban horror stories, there are always headless people searching for their heads... but this head is not theirs.
Boss Ye is its new prey!
Xia Zihan was startled, "Boss Ye, behind you, behind you——"
The long-haired woman raised her red lips in a strange smile.
The coldness came like a tide, and the huge fear pressed Xia Zihan so hard that he couldn't move. He could only watch the long-haired woman getting closer and closer.
"Hmm? What's wrong? Oh, you mean this..."
Ye Ping'an raised his hand and waved it casually as if to drive away an annoying fly.
Layers of black hair fell down, and the long-haired woman who had approached was pushed back to her seat.
Bang!
She bumped into the car window, and the car shook a little with a loud bang that hurt just to hear.
The long-haired woman, like a stuffed frog, prostrated herself on the ground, her body rigidly crouching against the window, then slowly sliding down. Her raised nails scraped against the window, leaving dark marks, and then quickly returned to revealing only a patch of pitch-black glass.
Ye Pingan rolled his eyes at the person beside him, "I told you to sit tight. There's not enough room for everyone, so we just have to squeeze in and wait until we get off. Is this going to continue?"
The woman's head was tilted, forming a right angle with her body that a normal human would never have. Her long, jet-black hair hung down, and at first glance, it looked as if there was no head at all on her hunched shoulders.
"You don't want to sit, you want to lie down. The ground is not big enough for you to lie down. Why do you have to squeeze me?" Ye Ping'an was completely unaware. He looked at the woman sitting next to him and pushed the woman who was sliding down to the side.
With a push, the crooked head disappeared completely.
Xia Zihan gasped, "Old boss——!"
Please stop talking! She seems to be losing her mind!!!
Ye Pingan turned around slowly and said, "Don't shout in public. Have some sense of public morality."
The long-haired woman raised her arm in the opposite direction, her sharp nails reflecting a metallic luster, and she grabbed Ye Ping'an from bottom to top without warning.
Xia Zihan seemed to have seen the tragic state of Boss Ye being torn into pieces, and couldn't help but feel sad. "Old... eh?"
The blood-red nails landed on Ye Ping'an's back without even scratching his clothes.
"Oh, good craftsmanship."
Ye Ping'an's eyes lit up, and he enthusiastically grabbed the woman's hand and pulled it towards her upper back. "Why didn't you tell me earlier if you wanted to give me a massage? I've been busy making money these past two days, and the muscles here are really tense."
The arm that was stretched in the opposite direction was pulled up, and the joints were forced to move stiffly with a crackling sound. Xia Zihan seemed to hear a scream coming from somewhere in a trance.
The woman's hands kept shrinking back, like a poor little girl being persecuted by a gangster, struggling in Ye Ping'an's hands.
The hand holding it was ordinary, with marks from the plastic bag. His long nails scraped across the back of the chair, leaving a dent like a knife, making a distorted sound like scraping a blackboard, but he couldn't break free.
Ye Pingan stretched his shoulders and half pressed on the woman's hand, "It's fate that we were riding in the same car. Give it a few more pinches, thank you."
Li, Li ghost massage?
Xia Zihan's mind was in a state of confusion.
The long-haired woman was shaking all over, and the shaking seemed to be contagious. The whole carriage began to vibrate and shake, and the lights flickered on and off.
Waves of chill came from under the seat, and the hard seat became soft and sticky, yet strangely stiff, like...
Like cold skin.
Xia Zihan fainted with a creaking sound.
Smelly and rotten black liquid oozed out from the corners of the carriage, the joints between doors and windows, and under the seats.
The seat backs, scratched by nails, were reduced to a mere shell. Beneath the gaping holes, layers of stacked bodies propped up the seats, leaving no trace of the car's steel frame.
The seat seemed to have turned into a swamp, sticking to Ye Ping'an, trapping her hands and feet, and dragging her down.
until……
Sink into it, and become a new part of the car along with all your limbs.
Ye Ping'an was leaning on the woman's hand, enjoying the semi-automatic massage he picked up on the roadside, when he suddenly smelled a foul odor.
Ye Ping'an frowned and fanned his nose. "It's okay that the air is bad because there are so many people on the bus. But is it someone who vomited on the bus, or is the trash can leaking, and it's all over the place? How long has it been since the driver took out the trash?"
The driver rolled his eyes and stared at Ye Ping'an in the rearview mirror.
He had grown fatter and paler, like a piece of soggy pork, wedged against the steering wheel, his sagging flesh hanging downward, the sunken and deformed skull more pronounced.
The other passengers in the front row were stiff, trembling as if they had just regained the use of their limbs, and slowly turned their heads.
Rows of passengers turned their heads in unison, their faces pale under the dim light, staring straight at Ye Ping'an. Some had dull eyes, while others had dead silence in their gazes.
Ye Pingan stared back confidently, "Why are you glaring at me? Were you not informed about the creation of a civilized and hygienic city? Our street shops are inspected every day, and the buses are the face of the city, how come they don't pay any attention to hygiene!"
laugh--
The bus braked suddenly and the back door opened.
The car was clearly still vibrating as it moved, but outside the door was completely dark and motionless, with only a few street lights faintly visible in the distance.
Ye Pingan smiled speechlessly. "You got so angry after I said a few words to you that you kicked people off the bus before it even reached the station? A few days ago, I met a driver who had a better attitude than you. He drove fast and paid the money promptly..."
The lights flashed violently, the flesh on the driver's cheeks twisted together, his eyes bulged, and he stared at Ye Ping'an fiercely.
Several passengers in the second-to-last row stood up, as if in a stop-motion animation. The lights flickered for a moment, their stiff limbs moved, and they walked over with shuffling feet.
It seemed like a jam, but they blocked the passage in front of Ye Ping'an in just a few moments.
“Click—”
There was a loud sound of bones deforming, and the woman whose hand was being held suddenly bent her body backwards from the waist, twisting her limbs like a spider, and using her hands and feet like sharp blades, she pounced on Ye Ping'an.
"What are you doing? Didn't you hear the announcement say to sit still? Road rage is not allowed."
Ye Ping'an stood up and pushed his shoulder.
The approaching passengers fell back heavily and crookedly like a group of bowling balls that had been scattered.
The old bus made a loud clanging sound, as if its parts were about to fall apart.
The drivers looked away almost at the same time. The light of the street lamp outside the car door was getting closer and closer, and the black water pouring out of the car quickly flowed back, leaving only wet traces sticking to the ground.
The sound and vibration of the heavy body woke Xia Zihan up.
She vaguely remembered the terrifying scene before she fainted. She shuddered and pulled Ye Ping'an's clothes to stand up, "Run!"
In the dim light, she saw a familiar tall and thin figure carrying a human-shaped object by the collar and roughly stuffing it back into the seat.
She knew that Boss Ye was very strong when lifting pots and swung spoons, but she never knew he was so strong.
Maybe she's still dreaming?
Xia Zihan's legs went weak and she forced a smile at Ye Ping'an who looked back in confusion.
"I, I'll sit by myself."
"Xiao Xia, are you awake? Be my witness! They didn't sit properly, fell asleep, and even sleepwalked. Don't try to scam me later."
Ye Ping'an muttered, catching the wallet that had fallen out of his pocket with a silky smooth motion. He counted the bills faster than he could carry a person. "Look how kind I am. I repaid evil with kindness and saved you from a bloody disaster. Add in my mental damage and medical expenses, it's worth a hundred yuan, right? It's okay if I'm poor. If I can't afford a hundred, two hundred will do."
Xia Zihan wanted to say something but stopped himself. He glanced at the woman with long hair that was almost folded into a puddle, but he couldn't tell where her head was underneath the hair.
This guy looks a bit dead... Is this what you mean by falling asleep?
Ye Pingan happily put away the money and threw his wallet back in a principled manner. He asked loudly, "Driver—Driver! Haven't you arrived yet?"
Creak——
Before the voice fell, the bus braked suddenly to a stop.
The warm light of the street lamp outside the car door was hazy, shrouded in strange and dark shadows, making it difficult to identify the location. Only the outline of a bus stop sign could be seen.
The building behind the bus stop is dim and looks like a two-story building.
"Passengers getting off, please get off from the back door." The dull broadcast sounded with a crackling sound of electricity.
Xia Zihan was a little dazed: Really, can I get off the bus?
Ye Ping'an looked at the floor of the carriage. Some of the black water had flooded to his feet, leaving behind a few sticky and smelly traces.
Looking around, she picked up the mop head on the platform behind the last row of cars, threw it on the ground, and wiped it with her feet.
Xia Zihan seemed to hear the sound of nails scratching. The dim light made it difficult to see the details. She could only vaguely see black filaments spreading out like seaweed under Ye Ping'an's feet.
...filaments?
Xia Zihan trotted to catch up with Ye Pingan, and unconsciously glanced at the long-haired woman who was stuck in the seat and motionless. Her head was still empty, and her hair seemed to be much less.
Ha, haha, I must have seen it wrong.
Ye Ping'an walked on the clean floor, passed the back seat and approached the car door.
The rear door of the car, which had been opened for a long time, shook and opened wider.
Xia Zihan resisted the urge to rush out and followed Ye Ping'an instead of getting out of the car directly.
Boss Ye must have her reasons for doing this.
Is there still a ghost out there playing tricks on people? Or...
Ye Pingan clapped his hands and shouted, "Wake up, wake up! Everyone, don't fall asleep anymore, we've reached the final stop! Aren't you hungry after sleeping for so long? It's time to get off the bus!"
【Author’s words】
Thanks to the cute "Chocolate Brownie" for the 20 bottles of nutrient solution, and thanks to the cute "Moshang Qingyi" for the 13 bottles of nutrient solution. A kiss to each of them~
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