The previous episode was very tiring, and now he has to run through this episode. Wit's knee is not normal as usual. It has been cracked and bleeding since he bent down to avoid the ghost storm under the bench. Therefore, he slowed down significantly. The young man struggled to escape like a cornered dog. The worst was probably the effects of fatigue and lack of sleep, which caused him to trip over his own heel and fall face down!
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"Bang!"
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"Ouch!!! It hurts!!! It hurts!!!"
"Holy shit! At a time like this!? , It hurts like hell! , It hurts like hell!"
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This fall was different from every other time because it seemed like he couldn't get up. Below was a terrazzo floor covered in dust. In front of him, looking far away, was the dark station exit. As for the back? Huh...don't even mention it! Because it's even scarier than hell!
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More than a hundred dark shadows crawled and crawled. Some of them slid along the ground, covered in blood, while others climbed along the concrete wall pillars. The ceiling was dripping, haunted like it had fallen into oil. When he looked up, he saw only half a ghost! No legs! No body! Only arms stretched out and struggled! The scattered pieces of chairs and belongings were all the work of these guys, with the stationmaster holding the reins.
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"Bammmmmmm!!!"
The big boss broke the door out of the ticket booth. The doors fell down in front of him, the slamming sound reverberating throughout the bus station.
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It made every ghost feel stunned. There was a clear caste system here, and the stationmaster himself didn't need to explain anything. He and his skeleton had already given Wit a chance to choose, but since he chose to stay here until morning, it meant that Wit was ready to be the next station guard. Just opening his mouth, his jawbone hung wide and reached his chest. His ribs trembled, releasing another swarm of rats to flow out from the gaps between his teeth!
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"Squeak..., Squeak..., Squeak..., Squeak..., Squeak!..., Squeak!..., Squeak!"
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Thousands of rats rushed towards Wit. His eyes were extremely shocked, and goosebumps all over his body. When the two horrors joined hands in a featuring, ghosts were afraid of them, and rats were disgusted. If he had to die because of this, he would be the most pitiful person in the world.
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The wound on his knee started to open, and blood was dripping down. That only made these hellish beasts run faster. How many times could Wit run away? In just ten and a half steps, tons of rats were already on top of him! The sharp teeth were as sharp as razor blades. With one bite, his jeans were torn! It is not surprising that the ghost station master's condition is only "surrogate" bones. Why? Why didn't Wit think anything of this? By the time he realized it, he barely had a chance to take another step.
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"Squeak..., Squeak..., Squeak..., Squeak!..., Squeak!..., Squeak!"
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"Hey! Don't! Here you go! Here you die! Humph!, Humph!, Humph!, Humph!!!"
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"Push!, Push!, Push!, Push!!!"
Heave kicks and stomps! Wit tried everything when he saw that he was surrounded. However, the group of rats started to crawl into his pants. Some of them ran up his back and crawled into his backpack. While Wit himself could only spin around and slap with his hands, he was running out of strength, and his body was covered in wounds. To be honest, he was going to be bitten to death by a swarm of rats, and he would have really died if no one had come to help!
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"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
"Ouch!!!, It hurts so bad!"
"Ugh!, Ugh!, Huh!, Huh!, You're going to die!, Die!, Die!!!"
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!, It hurts so bad!!!!"
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"Crack!!!"
Cut back to the ticket booth, the sound of the stationmaster's jawbone returning to its place. From where he was standing, he saw Wit struggling on the cement yard outside the station. He could escape in just a few meters, but that wasn't something to be concerned about! Wit was nothing more than a chicken in his hand! The stationmaster just raised his bony index finger and slashed it right in front of him! Just like that, the ghosts under the control rushed out to take the lives of the target!
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"GRRAAAHHH!!"
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A roar echoed throughout the earth, the building shook until dust flew into the air, light bulbs shattered and scattered into dust, they shattered in every place where the ghosts of hell moved across! Arms from the ceiling stretched out for over a hundred meters! It was so terrifying, it looked like a tangled anaconda, but if it wanted to strangle someone, it would be easy.
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Those who could climb the walls were fast to begin with, the light-speed attack made Wit easily captured! His arms and legs were completely bound again, this time not just with his chin on his shoulder, but they were serious! They were going to really kill him!
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A white skeleton walked towards him with broken joints, it was slow but the level of fear was beyond description.
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"No! No! No! No! No! , Don't do this to me, brother!"
"I'm scared! I just came to my girlfriend's funeral! Let me go!"
"I'm really sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean to."
"Please don't do this to me! , Let me bow to you now!!"
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Wit kept ranting as if confessing his sins, which got even worse when the stationmaster didn't react. Instead! He chose to spread one hand to call a ghost to sit down next to him. And as soon as he got close enough, the stationmaster used his fist, which was made up of only bones, to punch him in the middle of his skull!!!
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"Slap!!!"
Blood spurted out, splattering all over his skull.
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"Quackkkkkk! , Quackkkkkk!!"
Then he dug around to find something.
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And he got a small, slimy mouse in his hand. The ghost ended up with his neck torn off his shoulders, leaving his rotting body falling to his feet. Wit saw it with his own eyes, seeing all sorts of things that he couldn't turn his head away from. Then he seemed to know his fate because in a split second, the stationmaster stared at him!
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The person who will be the substitute must swallow the rat. For this reason, Wit's head was pulled up by the ghost, and his whole body was bent backwards. His lips were also spread wide so that the station master could drop the tiny rat in. Its mucus would flow down into his stomach, and his body would be able to bite and eat his liver and kidneys. And that was it, the ritual of succession for the substitute was complete.
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His legs were kicked to kneel, and Wit's neck was arched even more, so much so that he could see the sign in front of the station on a high place. And that's when he thought of something good.
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"Wait! We're outside now! I remember the station sign with the hanging lights like this."
Wit thought to himself, in the instant that the rat was about to be dropped into his mouth.
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"Squeak..., Squeak..., Squeak..., Squeak..., Squeak!..., Squeak!..., Squeak!"
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"Then that means... At 3 o'clock from here, there must be a three-wheeled vehicle parked at the big tree!"
He glanced at the check for a moment before being slapped hard by the station master.
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"Squeak..., Squeak..., Squeak..., Squeak..., Squeak!..., Squeak!..., Squeak!"
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"Come on! If you don't try, you won't know. If you do, you might survive. We've tried it once before. Come on!, Humph!, Come what may!!"
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There was a pause in the middle of the ritual because Wit was going crazy and did something that no one expected! Since he was locked up, the only way to escape was to eat this slimy little thing openly. Wit decided to bite the whole mouse into his mouth! It wriggled while the spirit that bound his body let him fall to the ground.
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Seizing the slightest chance, the young man spat out the mouse that was biting his mouth and spit it at the station master's face! It was full of snot and saliva! All kinds of germs were thrown at his face! That gave him enough time to limp his backpack and run! This time, he wasn't running for nothing, but he was running and calling for a rickshaw at the same time. He wasn't alone here. If it weren't for the station master, the rickshaw driver would be his friend!
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"Aaaaahhhhhhh! Help meeeeeeeee!"
"Tricycle! , Tricycle! , I need a tricycle! Get me out of here!"
"Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!! , Tricycle! Help me!"
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The wind blew hard like a storm. The big trees swayed and made a low groaning sound like the voice of a ginseng guarding the treasure. It was the sound of nature, not the voice of any ghosts. And in a split second, the last glimmer of light that he had hoped for arrived.
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"Ring, ring, ring, ring!"
He rang the bell at 3 a.m., but Wit didn't care. As soon as the tricycle stopped in front of him, he threw his bag onto the back seat.
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"You've been attacked again, young man. Where are you going?"
The kind-looking uncle, who couldn't see his face, leaned his head back and asked.
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"Get out of here, uncle! Go anywhere! Get out of here quickly!!! Go, go, go, go!!"
Wit shouted back.
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He found that the tricycle was really slow, but it was strange because he didn't see them following him. The sound from the rain tree still roared in the wind. When he tried to examine the tricycle, he found that it was full of sacred characters written almost everywhere, whether it was on the footrest where he stepped, on the seat, or even around the body of the car. It looked like an auspicious symbol used to ward off evil spirits, especially on the canvas roof above his head. Wit found that it was made entirely from bright yellow cloth!
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He circled the sign in front of the abandoned station again. Its dangling decorations were still there. When he tried to look into the bus station again, this time Wit could barely see the loneliness! He still saw the bald, bone-like body of the station master staring back at him! Even though he had no eyes, he could tell that he was filled with resentment! Ghosts and demons were all over the area. The flat area from the bathroom to the station was still full of rats!
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"Squeak..., Squeak..., Squeak..., Squeak..., Squeak!..., Squeak!..., Squeak!"
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They were still waiting... waiting for someone to come! Waiting for that person to be the right one! And not crazy enough to dare to hold a slimy rat in his mouth!