Mo Shouchen never expected that as soon as he sat down in his seat, the ghost next to him would ask him how he died.

Looking at the various ghosts who had died tragically around him, he desperately searched in his mind for a way to die that could preserve his body intact. After thinking for a few seconds, he suddenly got inspiration from the sweat-soaked clothes.

"I accidentally fell into the water two days ago because I can't swim..."

"You drowned too? But it doesn't look like it!"

Just as Mo Shouchen was mid-sentence, a ghost stood up in the front row and interrupted him.

This ghost was wet all over, and his hair was dripping with water. The most important thing was that his face was swollen like a steamed bun, and his skin was so white that it was even peeling. In this state, it looked like he had drowned in the water.

Compared with it, Mo Shouchen felt that his sweat-soaked clothes were not so convincing, so he could only change his words and said: "Oh, I didn't drown. Although I can't swim, there was a man passing by.

Good Samaritans rescued me."

"To thank my savior, I treated him to a meal. I drank a lot of wine that day. After I went home after the meal, I felt very thirsty. I saw a bottle on the window sill, and I didn't see the label.

I picked it up, opened the lid and took a sip, and it turned out to be a bottle of pesticide!"

"So you were poisoned to death by pesticides? But I also died from drinking pesticides. Why did I die so ugly?"

The one who spoke was the ghost who was sitting in the same row as Mo Shouchen by the window. He poked his head out and saw that his face was black and blue, his orifices were bleeding, and his death was horrible.

Mo Shouchen felt so miserable. Why did the ghosts here have all kinds of ways to die? It was like a real-life version of "1000 ways to die".

He had no choice but to change his words again: "Fortunately, that bottle of pesticide was a fake product. My family sent me to the hospital and I was rescued after gastric lavage."

"Then how did you die?"

The ghost next to him asked persistently, and the ghosts around him also cast curious glances.

Mo Shouchen thought hard, but any way he could think of to die, it seemed that the ghost who died in the same way could be found in this carriage. Finally, when he was pressed and asked, he had no choice. He got angry, patted the table and said, "I was killed by a ghost."

Scared to death!"

"Scared to death by ghosts?"

The surrounding ghosts looked at each other in confusion, and everyone discussed among themselves, but no ghosts were found who died in the same way.

The ghost next to Mo Shouchen pointed at his face and asked, "You said you were scared to death by ghosts, so aren't you afraid when you see us?"

Mo Shouchen curled his lips and said impatiently: "Brother, I have turned into a ghost now, do you think I will still be afraid of you?"

In the past, what he was most afraid of was meeting an older brother or uncle who liked to chat with others when taking a long-distance bus. However, this time it was even more exaggerated, and he actually met a chatty ghost.

If he kept chatting like this, the truth of what he said might be revealed, so he simply hugged his shoulders, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes and rested.

The ghosts around him still looked at Mo Shouchen with suspicious eyes. They always felt that this newcomer did not look like a ghost.

However, Mo Shouchen's body was obviously filled with a strong aura of ghosts, and if he were a living person, how could he still be so calm after seeing so many ghosts, so these ghosts gradually gave up their doubts.

In fact, although Mo Shouchen looked calm on the outside, he was scared to death on the inside. If he hadn't had many experiences of seeing ghosts and his psychological quality had been greatly tempered, he might have fainted from fear.

Time passed minute by minute. In this situation, Mo Shouchen, who closed his eyes, couldn't sleep at all, because he didn't know if the ghosts around him would see through his identity at such a close distance, so he had to be on guard at all times.

These ghosts are taking action against themselves.

"Snapped!"

Just when Mo Shouchen was extremely nervous, a cold hand suddenly patted his shoulder, which scared him so much that he almost jumped out of his seat.

"Why are you sitting in my seat?" A deep and somewhat loud-tongued woman's voice appeared above her head.

Mo Shouchen tried his best to control the fear in his heart. He slowly opened his eyes. Before he looked up, he saw a sticky red strip dangling in front of him.

Following the strip, he slowly raised his head, and a female ghost with red eyes, blue face, and a hemp rope around her neck appeared in his sight, and the slimy red strip appeared in his sight.

, is the tongue sticking out from the female ghost's mouth.

You don't need to guess to know that this must be a hanged ghost.

Mo Shouchen felt his scalp was numb and his throat was dry. He swallowed, then stood up while avoiding the tongue, and said politely to the female ghost: "Sorry, I thought there was no one here."

After giving up his seat, Mo Shouchen was about to walk to the front of the carriage. As soon as he took two steps, the hanged man who had occupied the seat suddenly stopped him.
Chapter completed!