Chapter 1213

"I don't want to say it again." ran Bai rubbed the cumbersome and complex lines on the bloody sickle with one hand. A pair of cool and strange eyes like Obsidian captured people's soul. He looked down at the driver and said word by word: "get up."

"Listen to me, sir." the driver tried to persuade ranbai to give up this dangerous idea. He didn't want to die directly because of the car accident before he was killed by the ghosts behind the car. "Sir, calm down, calm down! Don't be impulsive! Cherish life, ghosts and ghosts, sir..."

The white and deep evil sight glanced lazily at the driver, successfully made the driver shut his mouth and fidgeted with the steering wheel.

With a smile, she looked evil and cold. Her slender and pale hand directly lifted the driver's back collar clothes, picked up the fourth inning from the driver's seat and threw it aside.

driver:!!

Who held the back of his neck?

Ranbai clapped her hands, nodded with satisfaction, and gave a pleasant smile.

Well, perfect.

Drivers have no love.

What's he doing here? Are you here to suffer?

The driver made a tragic decision.

If he can go back alive from this adult this time, he must tell his colleagues that he must not let a god of death with a black cloak and silver mask and a bloody sickle get on the bus at night!

For example, those who ride bicycles, motorcycles, pedal three wheels, and so on.

Because of this God of death, she is too much and arrogant!

I'm so angry!

And take the place of a ghost!

This is his hard won job. It seems that he gets rich by driving!

I've made a lot of money!

Wait, wait?

At the thought of ghost money, the driver soon realized a problem.

The Lord of death hasn't given money to get on the bus?!

I didn't give a ghost coin!

The driver's eyes widened. Is this going to be a overlord?

As a god of death, he bullied a ghost driver.

He wants to complain about Wuwu. Death doesn't give money by car!

Day, too much!

The driver sadly wiped his face and found that there was no loveable problem in life.

Because he was frightened by the God of death, he also forgot to collect money, and then the four humans with the God of death didn't give money!

The kid who just hesitated for a long time and lost his chain didn't give him any money.

The driver's flesh hurts. How many coins did he lose.

The counsellor who did not dare to take care of dyeing and asking for money could only secretly hurt his loss fee.

The kid who was shivering and sitting on the side felt the fascinated gaze from the driver. The kid looked up in confusion and looked at the driver bitterly and coldly.

Kid: "

What did he do wrong?

The driver, who dared not stare at ranbai and his party, focused his resentment on the poor kid.

No money!

And ranbai stared at the old seat and didn't move.

I'm sorry she can't just sit on it.

Because this thing is so dirty!

With a white face and no expression, she read a cleaning spell and watched the landline return to normal before she reluctantly sat down.

A stunned driver.

The God of death is really unusual.

The rain has been falling, getting heavier and heavier. There is a trend of rainstorm, enveloping the whole dark world.

The closer it is to the terminal, the more gloomy and desolate it is. It is clear that everything that looks normal in the daytime becomes distorted and strange in the dark.

The doors of every family are closed, no family has lights, the road is empty, and there is no pedestrian.