Chapter 137 Last Words 10

I was shocked by the sudden sound, and then a more frightening scene appeared. The man suddenly raised his left arm and pointed to the distance. Only then did I see clearly that he was not standing there with his hands on his back at all, but the forearms and hands of his two arms were missing, leaving only two broken arms drooping. On both sides of the body, the fracture is as uneven as being torn off.

Suddenly, I had a creepy chill, and then I realized that the man who appeared was not a human at all. I saw him getting closer and closer to me, and I could see his completely gone face. His pale face was like rubbed with plaster. When he approached me, he could also see some white things flowing out of his ears and stained his hair. There seemed to be a deep wound between his neck that kept pouring blood out. I continued to dye the shirt bright red, and then I knew that he was wearing a white shirt.

I wanted to shrink my head back into the car, but looking at him, my body was unable to move. He walked to my car window and raised his head blankly. His face was already swollen. His two eyes turned up hard and almost only saw the white eyes. He suddenly grinned and showed his white teeth, looking like he was rushing at me. Laughing with extreme excitement, a disgusting strong smell of blood came to his face.

I couldn't help shouting in horror.

At this time, a huge force behind me pulled me back into the bus. A bald man sitting next to me was staring at me angrily and shouted, "What are you crazy? What are the chickens and cats doing?

My face turned pale, and my lips couldn't help trembling because of fear, and I couldn't speak. The impact of that scene was so strong that I haven't fully recovered yet.

The bald man frowned and looked out of the window. He didn't see anything, so he looked at me up and down, shook his head, and muttered in a low voice, "There's something wrong."

I leaned to the seat and lowered my head and didn't want to look out of the window, but I was so strange and scared, but after knowing that there was something outside the window, I couldn't help but want to see the situation again.

I secretly glanced out of the window. In the faint fog reflected by the car lights, the man's figure had disappeared.

Once I found that the thing was missing, I could finally slowly recover. At this time, I was able to straighten up and sit down. I wanted to turn my head to thank the bald man sitting next to me, but I saw that he had leaned his head on his seat and closed his eyes.

At this time, the driver finally came back from the front. As soon as he got on the bus, he heard him scolding and complaining about how chaotic the front was. He saw three cars hit each other, which was called a flesh and blood flying...

In the following time, I kept hearing the driver discussing the car accident in front of some interested passengers, but my attention could not be put on his side at all. Although I couldn't see the horrible man outside the window, I always felt that something was wandering nearby, and the temperature in the car was imperceptiblely lowered. The chill made me get a layer of goose bumps.

I really can't figure out why I can see that thing, but others don't. Is it related to my previous experience? These questions are fruitless by guessing alone, so you can only try not to think about them, but you can't help but look around with strange eyes.

Just now I just kept paying attention to the window, and now I have focused on the bus. I almost screamed at the end of the walkway in the carriage near the end of the car. I don't know when a woman was standing.

But that is definitely no longer a woman. Not only is her face blurred, but there is almost no complete place in her whole body. In the crisscrossed wounds, the pink muscles rolled out because of blood loss. She put her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and she actually held part of the intestines in her hand.

Looking at her terrible and disgusting appearance, I tried my best to turn around and cover my mouth, so that I wouldn't help screaming.

When my eyes turned back to the front, my eyes inadvertently swept over the window, and I couldn't help staring. In the fog, there were several people approaching the bus from far and near.

At the same time, I suddenly noticed a flash of the figure around me. I peeked and saw the woman who was still standing at the rear of the car, moving forward, as if she glanced at me.

I was shocked and quickly lowered my head and dared not look again. When the woman passed by my seat, I carefully looked at it and found that when she walked to a middle-aged man who couldn't help doting, she sat on his lap and put the face that she could not see clearly to the man's face and fell to His shoulder.

The middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, but ignored the woman sitting on his lap. He just slowly sat up straight and looked straight ahead, as if he were stupid.

I swallowed my saliva with great difficulty and didn't understand what had happened for a moment.

But soon I realized what had happened. When the figures gradually approaching outside the window came to the front of the bus, they disappeared in the blink of an eye. Then I noticed that the temperature in the car was dropping little by little, and there were more people covered with wounds and blood in the carriage.

I don't have the courage to count how many such "people" are in the car. The only idea is to escape from this bus as soon as possible.

Difference from now, the bus window at that time was not sealed. I didn't dare to go down the door at all, so I only gritted my teeth and went straight out of the window. When I fell to the ground, I couldn't help looking up at the car.

A man with no lips on his face is lying on the bald man next to me. The man with only a broken arm standing next to him is staring at me. I can feel his resentment.

I regretted not being able to remind the bald man, so I had to turn my head and run back and dared not look back again.

I believe that people who see me will think that I am crazy. They not only jump out of the car, but also run back, as if there is a beast behind me.

I don't know how long I ran until my legs were so weak that I couldn't walk anymore and my chest hurt like a burst. I stopped and leaned against the roadside breathlessly.

At this time, I remembered that I left my luggage in the car. Fortunately, the money was on my body.

The long dragon formed by the traffic jam can still be seen in the distance, and the fog seems to be so faint that it can hardly be seen. I saw that the car began to move forward slowly, and the things in front of me had been almost dealt with.

But I don't want to get close to the long traffic anymore. It can be faintly seen that the bus I was sitting on also started and was driving slowly forward.

I don't know what to do for a moment.