Lan Niang, weak and pale, stared at Ma Hehua with a look of utter disgust, wondering who the hell was behind it.
Don't you have any self-awareness?
She was internally cursing, but on her face she had to put on a puzzled expression. "Master, is there anything you need from me?" she asked weakly, her face pale.
"Lan Niang, take us to the Northeast!" he said, showing her the location.
Lan Niang looked troubled. To be honest, she was just a ticket seller and didn't have that much authority to start the bus. Even the ghost bus had its own official staff.
"What's wrong? You're not happy?" Ma Hehua's expression changed very quickly. She was smiling just a moment ago, but now her face darkened, and she looked at Lan Niang with a gloomy expression. It seems that her needles were still too light.
Lan Niang; "………………"
"No, Taoist priest, listen to me! Don't get angry, calm down, you must calm down." Lan Niang was so frightened that she was sweating profusely.
"Fine! Considering we have some connection, I'll listen to what you have to say!" She stared at her with a cold gaze.
"By the way, get to the point, don't ramble on," Ma Linghua added.
Lan Niang; "………………"
Some connection? What connection? That's nonsense.
I must have had the worst luck to run into them.
“Old Deng, the driver, is my partner. You’ll have to ask him about this ‘ghost bus’. He was the one who drove it down the river back then. The organization gave him a position, but whether or not he gets to drive it depends on his wishes.”
"Old Deng?" Ma Hehua thought for a moment. "Do you know his name?"
Lan Niang immediately nodded, "I know, call him Deng Paopao."
Knowing the name made things easier, so Ma Hehua summoned the ghost on the spot. It was simple; she took out a paper figure with Deng Paopao's name written on it.
"Drink! Bah!" He rubbed his hands together, pulled out a needle the size of an earthworm from his bag, and wore a creepy smile.
Lan Niang trembled all over as she watched. This is how ghosts are summoned? She had truly learned something new.
Completely unaware, Lao Deng was in the ghost town, taking a sauna and getting his feet washed.
Suddenly, a chill shot straight to the top of his head, and he felt dizzy and lightheaded.
"W-what's wrong? Old Deng? What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly having tremors?"
Seeing him like this, a ghost driver asked him something out of curiosity.
"I don't know! I just feel weak all over, and something is poking me. My soul hurts so much." As he spoke, he started convulsing again.
Lan Niang watched as Ma Hehua prepared to poke her head hard, her eyelids twitching. "Old Deng, Old Deng, don't blame me! I had no choice but to do this."
Old Deng: "………………………"
"Ah...it hurts...it hurts so much!" Without realizing it, he collapsed to the ground, his feet digging into the earth like a dying fish.
Seeing that the torture was almost over, Ma Hehua immediately shouted, "Deng Paopao, come see me right now!"
Deng Paopao was pale and weak, and his body involuntarily drifted towards the Ailao Mountains.
The people around were completely bewildered. What was going on?
Deng Paopao had absolutely no strength left; he was running entirely on his own.
"Have they arrived?" Ma Linghua asked.
"Hey! Mother, don't worry about me! I'll be here soon." Ma Hehua looked at Lan Niang standing to the side like a mute, her eyes full of pride.
When Lao Deng arrived at Ailao Mountain, he saw the three members of the Ma family sitting in the woods with stools, the surrounding snow completely covered by the branches and leaves of the trees.
"Deng Paopao, you're here! Quick, get the car moving!" Ma Hehua ordered directly.
As he spoke, he brandished the large knife in his hand, and its threatening power was not to be underestimated.
Seeing that Lan Niang remained silent, he immediately understood that this unlucky woman must have betrayed him.
"What are you looking at? I was forced into this situation. If you're so capable, then don't drive!"
If you don't open it, I'll respect you as a real man.
Seeing him staring angrily at Lan Niang, Ma Hehua shouted, "What are you looking at? If we start the car, I won't chop you up; if we don't start, I'll chop you to death. Choose one!"
Deng Paopao: "…………………………"
What choice do you have? You've already put a knife to my throat, do I have a choice?
"Taoist Master, let's talk this out! My whole body aches, it's a bit difficult to start the car!" Deng Paopao wanted to dawdle a bit more.
"It hurts a little? That's perfect, I'll give you a massage!" With that, he took out a paper figure with "Deng Paopao" written on it and pricked it a dozen times with a needle.
Lan Niang: "……………………"
He's just asking for trouble; what a fool he is.
Deng Paopao immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream, "Ah...it hurts...ah..."
Ma Hehua stopped what she was doing, glanced at him, and asked, "How was the pressure of my massage?" Her eyes were full of cold light.
If it weren't for the need for a ride, they would have just sent them away. They were too lazy to waste words on the disobedient brat.
Deng Paopao: "……………………"
Oh my god! This is making life terrible for ghosts.
"Okay, I'm starting now, I'll leave right away." Deng Paopao quickly got up, stood on the open ground, looked at the lightly snowing sky, and suddenly opened his mouth, spitting out a passenger bus.
The three members of the Ma family looked at it with disgust. "Is your car clean?" Ma Linghua asked.
"Clean, absolutely clean, I maintain and clean it every day! Hehe..." He gave an awkward laugh.
Looking at the car, Ma Lihua said, "The license plate number has been changed! 4848 is a pretty good number." How auspicious! It's an even number!
Deng Paopao: "……………………"
"Get in the car!" Ma Linghua said.
“Just give him the navigation and let him guide us there,” she added.
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