Mystery
reincarnation train (Chapter 2-3-4)
Chapter 2: “What is Far Lower World?” Ngu Ha Cuu opened his mouth to ask. Hoang Nha heard the sound and looked over. The man in a suit and the remaining elders couldn't help but look a little more. Not because of anything else, just because in this carriage, only Ngu Ha Cuu is still sitting. Before no one paid attention, now a few people started to judge. Ngu Ha Cuu's skin is very white, pure white without any blemishes at all, even each strand of hair can be seen clearly. Thick black hair loose, curled slightly at the ends, face that can make people can't help but say a beautiful sentence. People like that attract attention everywhere.Ngu Ha Cuu ignored other people's opinions, his face did not change at all. White-faced guy. In Hoang Nha's heart, she despised him. The task of guiding new passengers is assigned by the bus station, rewarding one day of survival. Therefore, Hoang Nha replied: “The Far Lower World is a place where all the things you fear, terror and horror, escape and slaughter, all these things appear there.” "The passengers who board the reincarnation train are all about to die, with not much time left to live.""If you have the chance to survive in the Far Lower World and get your own train ticket, you can have more time to live... And everyone has to go through thirteen stops." “So, if I die in the Far World, or can't find a train ticket, then, what should I do?” Someone asked tremblingly. Hoang Nha let out a sigh: “Returning to reality, sleeping in the cemetery, or after being cremated and put in an urn, there is no free lunch in this world, do you think you can pull it off without having to pay any price? long life.” Now that person's face was as white as ashes. Hoang Nha: "This is a circular train, it will take us to the Far Lower World." “Each Far Lower World has a limited time.” “No later than nine o'clock on the last day, the train will dock a second time, stopping for fifteen minutes. During this time, you must have your own train ticket to be able to leave, otherwise... ” Hearing what he had not finished saying, the anxious atmosphere in the cabin became more serious.“The reincarnation train takes you back to the passenger station again, then returns to the real world.” Ngu Ha Cuu frowned: Again? Having to witness life's memories once again... Hoang Nha leaned against the blue chair and continued:
By NGUYEN TRUNG HIEU 3 years ago in Fiction
The train always returns (NGU HA CUU)
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