Hello sir, please show me your ticket."
After issuing tickets to everyone in the carriage, the conductor approached Jiang Qiao.
Even though he knows that no one actually has a ticket, he will still politely and patiently ask you to take out your ticket for inspection.
This gave Jiang Qiao a sudden idea.
"It seems to be some kind of rule that he has to follow."
Jiang Qiao glanced at the carriage in front of him; blood, bits of meat, and bone fragments were scattered all over the ground.
At least half of the passengers could not provide equivalent items for barter, and ultimately all of them became amputees.
In addition, two other people chose to get off the bus.
Perhaps they have a life-saving item on them, or perhaps they possess abilities geared towards self-preservation.
However, in Jiang Qiao's eyes, they were just two people with cerebral palsy.
Leaving aside the immense danger of jumping off a speeding train, even if one manages to land safely...
What happens next?
In this eerie place, far from any village or shop, death is only a matter of time; it's better to cut off an arm to survive.
"I'd like to ask, this carriage is so dirty, will anyone come to clean it?"
"Also, why couldn't I find a ticket booth at the station? Your ticket outlets are no good."
"The management is so chaotic."
Jiang Qiao handed over three coins made by second-tier vengeful spirits while speaking casually.
The flight attendant took the three pieces of ghost money, a hint of surprise flashing across her face, but it was quickly masked by a smile.
"I'm sorry, sir, this has caused you inconvenience during your journey."
"Due to various reasons, a few ticket offices have temporarily suspended operations, but we will reopen them soon."
He spoke gently, his words filled with apology.
"As for the cleaning inside the carriages, our cleaners will come and clean them soon."
"I apologize again for making your trip unpleasant."
It seemed that because Jiang Qiao had brought out real money, the flight attendants were more respectful to him than they had been to others.
Sure enough, money talks.
Although others barter, how can it compare to real gold and silver?
It's like going to a dealership to buy a car and then offering to pay with a watch of equal value. The salesperson would definitely think you're crazy.
On the contrary, if you simply slam a sack of money on the table, the attitude will definitely be more enthusiastic than if you were seeing his own father.
So on this strange train, although bartering is supported, the train conductors clearly prefer you to buy things directly with money.
Jiang Qiao speculated.
Could it be because bartering requires transferring goods for money, and the person responsible for this transfer is not the train conductor?
Does this mean he can't get kickbacks?
After Jiang Qiao paid for his ticket, the conductor reached out and opened the wooden door leading to the rear carriage.
More than fifty people boarded the train, nearly thirty of whom boarded the carriage at the back.
"actually..."
He was just about to go in when he suddenly stopped.
"There are VIP compartments on the train..."
"After two stops, you'll reach Rooster Mountain. You can buy a new ticket on the platform."
Perhaps seeing that Jiang Qiao had taken out money and that he was quite capable, the flight attendant added another sentence to him.
"If you want to buy a ticket, remember to mention my name."
"My name is Yanli."
After he finished speaking, he didn't linger and walked into the next carriage.
Bang!
The wooden door closed, isolating the sounds from behind.
But Jiang Qiao was stunned.
"What? This train even has VIP carriages? This is ridiculous! Even riding a supernatural train can be divided into different classes?"
"but..."
"The VIP cabins might be safer on the journey, who knows?"
Jiang Qiao's eyes flickered a few times.
"Buy tickets at Rooster Mountain..."
"Rooster Mountain... what does that have to do with Wild Dog Ridge?"
He recalled some folk tales he had heard before, in which people had to pass through thirteen stations after death, including Golden Rooster Mountain and Evil Dog Ridge.
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However, there is no Evil Dog Ridge in the supernatural world, but there is a Wild Dog Ridge.
I'd never heard of Jinji Mountain, but now a Rooster Mountain has suddenly appeared.
"That's quite interesting."
"I'll get off the bus and take a look, and buy a VIP ticket while I'm at it."
Jiang Qiao glanced at the trembling crowd inside the carriage and sighed inwardly.
Being with these unlucky bastards, who knows what else we'll encounter? But we can't avoid taking the train.
Let's just pay to avoid trouble.
I can't possibly be attacked by paranormal forces even though I'm in a VIP room, can I?
"This guy named Yanli is quite interesting."
"They asked me to give their name when I bought the ticket, which is like filling in an invitation code when registering an account."
"Is there some kind of commission involved?"
...
Not long after the train conductor left.
The wooden door connecting the front carriages was pushed open again, and then an auntie dressed as a cleaner walked in.
She was pushing a small cart with a broom, dustpan, mop, bucket... but the items looked rather simple.
The mop was greasy and black, like it had been picked out of a garbage dump. The broom was even worse, tattered and worn, with almost all the bristles falling out.
The most outrageous thing was probably that big wooden barrel with several large holes, so it could only be filled halfway with water!
If Jiang Qiao hadn't known it was a paranormal train, he would have suspected that the train's budget had been divided up among its various owners.
"Clean it up properly."
Jiang Qiao frowned and spoke.
He understood.
On this bus, as long as you don't break the rules, you can act the same way as any other passenger.
For example, right now.
He saw the blood and bits of flesh scattered on the ground, and heard the groans of the group of amputees, and felt a headache coming on.
Although it wasn't the first time he'd witnessed such carnage, it didn't mean he enjoyed being in such a place. After all, he wasn't a psychopath.
"Don't worry, sir."
The cleaning lady looked up and smiled kindly at Jiang Qiao.
Then they began cleaning the ground.
I don't know if those cleaning tools are supernatural items, but the cleaner just mopped the floor a little and it was spotless.
This is absolutely cutting-edge technology!
"If I had these tools at home before, why would I have needed to hire a cleaning lady every few days!"
Jiang Qiao sighed.
Before he transmigrated, as a landlord of ten buildings, he certainly wouldn't personally clean the place where he lived.
It just so happens that some of his tenants work for a housekeeping company, so he often hires them to clean his house, which is also a way of supporting their businesses.
This creates a complicated situation where the tenant pays him money one day and then returns it the next.
Just three minutes later, the carriage was clean and tidy again.
Jiang Qiao was very satisfied with this.
Just as I was about to praise the cleaning lady, I suddenly felt the train slowing down.
"Um?"
"Are we arriving at our destination yet?"
He looked up and gazed out the window.
Not far ahead, at the foot of the mountain, a solitary bus stop stands there.
"It seems like there's a ghost..."
Jiang Qiao squinted.
Although he hasn't developed double pupils, his strength is far greater than that of a normal person.
He saw it very clearly.
There were several strange figures standing in front of our platform.
"Will the vengeful ghost still kill people after I buy the train ticket?"
"Or perhaps..."
He glanced at the novice passengers in the carriage.
"Is this their mission?"
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