Mysterious recovery: I have a corpse vein

Chapter 25
Buses navigate the noisy city.

Stop and go all the way, suddenly began to slow down.

Luo Yan pressed Liang Yong's head, suddenly felt something, and said with a sneer, "Since I don't want to smile away my grievances, I won't haggle over every detail with you."

"Well, Lord Yan, I have a kind heart after all, and I will give you another chance."

The palm on Liang Yong's face suddenly loosened, he was stunned, he just felt that the happiness came too suddenly.

But thinking of Luo Yan's play just now, he instinctively felt that this opportunity might not be that simple.

"You said."

"Let's go down and play a game." Luo Yan reached out and hooked his shoulder, pointing to the station that was about to stop.

"Either you die! Or I live!"

Liang Yong's heart tightened, Luo Yan moved his head in front of him, his eyes were full of coldness.

This is a shitty opportunity, you just want me to die!

Sure enough, he was determined to kill me, no matter what he said, he couldn't believe it anymore!

Liang Yong's heart was beating wildly. He knew very well that once he escaped from the restraint of the bus, he would surely die instantly from the resuscitation of the ghost.

want me to get off?no way!

He felt the palms around his shoulders, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart, and silently grasped the chair under him with both hands.

Suddenly, the bus stopped at a platform.

The front and rear doors opened with a clatter, and many people on the platform looked at it, and some of them walked towards the front door.

Luo Yan noticed Liang Yong's small movements, and he didn't hide it. The palm that hooked the other's shoulder suddenly exerted force, dragging him to the back door.

But Liang Yong knew that once he got out of the car, he would die, so he wished he could use all his strength to feed himself.

At this moment, Liang Yong couldn't pull away Luo Yan Gai's hand from his face, but he firmly grasped the seat, unable to shake it.

Even though his body had been dragged up by Luo Yan, his hands were exceptionally firm and would not let go.

Damn, is it because of being too deeply corrupted by the ghost?Great strength!
Luo Yan looked at the crowded platform, thought for a while, and decided to give up the idea of ​​taking Liang Yong off the bus.

This was the plan he had decided from the very beginning, and it could guarantee Liang Yong's complete death.

As for killing the other party on the bus, leaving aside the influence of various supernatural forces, Luo Yan was somewhat afraid after being attacked by flameout and beggar ghosts.

But now it seems that he only has this option left.

Thinking of this, Luo Yan didn't hesitate, loosened the palm hooked on Liang Yong's shoulder, and locked his throat with his elbow.

Liang Yong was startled for a moment, he could struggle not to get out of the car, but facing the chokehold, he was completely helpless.

Without the help of his lower body, he couldn't break free from Liang Yong's arm at all.

The huge force oppressed his neck, and he lost oxygen in an instant, and kept opening his eyes wide in the suffocation.

"Go in peace."

Luo Yan said coldly, the strength of his arm increased again.

"Oh! My God!"

Someone got into the car, and when they saw this scene, they were taken aback for an instant, and quickly retreated out of the door, looking at their heads in fear and curiosity.

Luo Yan's arm snapped, Liang Yong's constantly struggling palms scratched his face, gradually lost strength, and slid down to the sides of his body.

Luo Yan was not careless, maintaining the strength of his arm, and after more than ten seconds, he slowly let go.

Liang Yong's eyes were wide open, bloodshot, his face covered with plaster was black and blue, and he was not breathing at all.

Luo Yan glanced contentedly, threw Liang Yong onto the seat, and repeatedly confirmed that he was not breathing or had a heartbeat.

His eyes turned to the platform outside.

He patted his muddy palms, straightened his clothes, and got out of the car through the back door.

At this time, the tall man who kept silent all the time, as if he didn't exist, turned his head and glanced at Luo Yan.

"It's a good young man!"

Afterwards, his eyes passed by Liang Yong, and he took them back again.

With both feet on the platform, Luo Yan glanced back, and the bus behind him had changed.

The shape and size are similar, but the style has changed.

The ghost bus disappeared.

Luo Yan thought about it unintentionally, looked at the unfamiliar street in front of him, and slowly walked into the crowd.

In the distance, the last rays of the setting sun gradually disappeared under the cover of tall buildings, and the entire sky was quickly occupied by darkness.

Luo Yan sat on a chair by the side of the road, full of melancholy.

He received an elite education since he was a child. Although he was abandoned after being disabled in a car accident, he has no problem with the simple use of English.

After some inquiries, he has already learned that this is an unknown city in America, far across the ocean.

How can I go back here?
Luo Yan looked helpless. Although he had a good background in his previous life, he was disabled for five years after all, and there were many things he hadn't experienced.

His life experience is probably a little better than that of junior high school students.

Well, think about it again, if you really have no choice, go to the embassy to have a look.

In any case, we must find a way to go back, only in China can we give full play to the home field advantage of the traversers!
Luo Yan stood up, looked at the time in the early ten o'clock, and then looked at the dark night, and sighed: "Do as the Romans do, find a place to sleep for the night first."

After experiencing the door-knocking ghost incident one after another, and the toss of the ghost bus, even if he took a rest for a while, now that he is relaxed, he still can't stand it anymore.

As he was walking, a group of people suddenly stopped him.

"Hey, yellow-skinned brat, I want to borrow something from you."

Luo Yan looked up, there were about five or six people in this group, some black and some white, the leader was a fat black man with a gold chain hanging around his thick neck.

I seem to smell the smell of freedom.

Well, it's pretty sweet.

Luo Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and when he saw the other party pointing to the dark alleyway next to him, he immediately understood the meaning.

He didn't say a word, he looked as if he was frightened and stupid, and he didn't dare to resist at all, and followed the other party into the alleyway.

"Hey, it seems that this kid is quite up to the mark, and he has experienced a lot."

"Hahaha, it looks like it should be a student studying abroad. I feel like a fat sheep."

"As soon as you said it, I remembered the last time. I made a lot of money and vented my anger. It's so cool!"

"This kid is also in good shape, you can try it if you want."

"Go away, I'm not that kind of person."

A group of people were talking and laughing. It was obviously not the first time that this kind of blocking and robbery had been done.

Luo Yan walked with his head down, only feeling that the air was getting sweeter and sweeter, and the soul of freedom in his body throbbed faintly.

Speaking of which, I was worrying about having no money to find a place to sleep, so I fell asleep and hit a pillow.

Walking to the middle of the alley, the fat black man in the lead said, "Little brat, don't be dazed, quickly take out the money, and get out!"

"Oh~"

Luo Yan responded, stretched his palm into the pocket of the school trousers, and then stretched out his fist in front of the other party.

"It's all here."

This little devil really hit the road!
The black boss instantly felt that Luo Yan had great potential as a fat sheep, so he couldn't help but come over to him, hoping to make a fortune.

"Wow~!"

The palm suddenly spread out, but it was empty.

But at the palm position, a touch of paleness is extremely eye-catching in the darkness.

"Little devil, you...!"

Just as the black boss was about to get angry, a cold white light flashed across the darkness.

Blood sprayed out, mixed with off-white matter, and stained the walls.

The ghost bone has already penetrated his head!

　Thanks for the reward of the Falun Gang, becoming the No.1 disciple of this book; 2 chapters are owed to add more

　　
　
(End of this chapter)