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"It doesn't show the countdown, so I don't know either."
The driver felt incredibly unlucky; how could he have picked up such a bizarre person today?
"How long is this red light going to last?!"
The woman seemed to have lost her mind; her loud, irritable voice nearly blew the roof off the car.
Mudd!
The bearded man couldn't take it anymore and made a move!
"You fucking call me 'Spicy Neighbor'! Damn it! Shut the hell up!"
A gun was pressed firmly against the back of the woman's head from behind!
He might have tolerated this in the previous ghost stories, but not today.
It is said that if you possess a sharp weapon, the desire to kill will naturally arise.
The weapon he has in his hand now isn't a "sharp weapon," but a real golden Desert Eagle!
The woman paused, and through the rearview mirror, she immediately saw the bearded man holding something to his head.
"Come on, tell me, how long is it to wait for a red light to turn left?"
"Uh, actually, it's not that difficult."
Seeing that the woman had calmed down, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the bearded man put away his gun.
It seems that Xu Si, whom Jiang Xiao mentioned, was right: if you can use your hands, try not to use your mouth.
The driver spent a long time patiently explaining why this thing was useful.
Speaking of which, why has Jiang Xiao remained so calm this time, seemingly without any aversion to this woman? This is unlike him.
Curious Curly couldn't help but ask.
"Brother Jiang Xiao, don't you want to say a few words of abuse?"
Jiang Xiao scratched his head in confusion.
(~) "Say a few words? Why? I think she behaved quite normally."
Everyone:? ? ?
"Is this normal?"
"Yeah, I've seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, in the Green Mountain area."
Everyone:.
So what you consider normal is in comparison to people living in mental hospitals?
"Huh? Doesn't that mean this woman might be mentally ill?"
"What are you saying! Remove the 'possible'! You're actually questioning whether she's mentally ill? That's disrespectful to a mentally ill person! What do you mean by 'possible'? Aren't you discriminating against mentally ill people?"
Watching the two performers putting on their act, the driver was so nervous that his pockets were drenched in sweat!
"You guys, you'd better say less. She'll be here soon."
Ok?
The green light was too short, and I didn't get through?
Just as it was the driver's turn, the traffic light turned red again.
"cough."
The driver coughed lightly, not even daring to look at the expression on the woman's face next to him.
at last.
The woman couldn't take it anymore and exploded; even a gun couldn't quell her resentment!
"We were already moving slowly! And then you went to pick up other people! If you hadn't picked them up, you would have been there already! Why aren't you moving?! Just move already! Good heavens!!!"
As she spoke, she grew increasingly angry and transformed into a hysterical shrew, screaming incessantly.
"Ah ...
I go!
This shout left the viewers in the live stream completely stunned.
That's right, this woman is the one who escaped from some mental hospital!
[Damn, that's disgusting. The driver's really something else today.]
I suddenly understood a term I read in a book: noise pollution.
I want to give her a huge slut even through the screen!
Her mental illness is so lame, not as funny as Jiang Xiao's!
"Ah!! Ah."
Suddenly, the woman's screams stopped abruptly, then were interrupted by a retching sound.
"Ugh~"
Curly-haired man, his face dark, pulled his socks out of the woman's mouth.
"How is it? Counting the time outside, these socks have been worn for six days now. They must be feeling uncomfortable, right?"
The woman rolled her eyes as she listened, feeling as if the athlete's foot was traveling up her lungs and even reaching her stomach.
"vomit!"
No wonder the taste was so awful!
Anyone who knew would think you stuffed a sock into my mouth.
If you didn't know better, you'd think you'd stuff a piece of sandpaper that'd been fermenting in a cesspool for two months into my mouth!
When they pulled it out, they even scraped off a piece of skin from her tongue!
"Can you be quiet now?"
Mu Xitang said with a cold face.
"I'll shut up, you son of a bitch!"
The woman, her eyes red with anger, snapped, "Who are you? How dare a little brat bare his teeth at me?"
"We're here! We're here!"
The driver immediately smoothed things over and finally got the woman to her destination.
A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle, so the woman decided to get off the bus first and then make other plans.
You think you can just leave after scolding that pink-haired girl?
Jiang Xiao patted the driver on the shoulder, signaling him to wait a moment, and then was led out of the car by the little pink-haired boy.
five minutes later.
The group returned to the car feeling refreshed.
If you encounter a jerk, you have to beat them up to feel good!
The driver swallowed hard, his face pale.
He had just heard the woman's piercing screams from inside the car.
Now that these people have returned, and the woman no longer cries out, what then?
"Gentlemen, are you Awakened Ones?"
"Why do you say that?"
Hearing the bearded man say that, the driver breathed a sigh of relief.
No wonder he's so generous and unafraid of women; this is the reason.
"Sigh, if you're not an Awakened, who would dare to mess with these women? If she signs a contract and you push her too far, she might just take you down with her."
The group exchanged glances and shrugged helplessly.
No~
It's not that the woman didn't sign the contract; quite the opposite, she did, but she didn't dare to become a demon.
Although the group beat him quite hard, they didn't kill him.
Actually, although there are many women in this world who sign contracts, very few actually dare to use them.
After all, no one wants to become a mindless, unthinking zombie.
It is estimated that there are only a very few exceptions.
The woman on the high-speed train last time, even after being riddled with machine gun fire, didn't actively transform into a demon; instead, she was passively transformed after death.
This shows that they actually resent demons.
The main purpose of signing a contract is to intimidate men; under normal circumstances, it should be avoided if possible.
From this perspective, the balance of this world seems much more reasonable.