I am a car driver, driving my second-hand car through various strange worlds. Every time I go to a new world, my second-hand cars will take on different forms, including carriages, trucks, and even trains. But my identity has never changed, that is, as a coachman.
At first, I was driving an ox cart and appeared in another world. My mission this time is to take the people in the car to a village and then pick them back up. It sounds very simple.
However, this strange world, the village full of dangers, and the roar that cut through the darkness. All make things not as simple as they sound.
When a passenger calls for help, as a qualified driver, I believe that the mission must be fulfilled. Driving my bullock cart, I entered the strange village without hesitation. Fierce zombies, evil ancient trees, and evil beads emitting darkness. Can I really take them away safely when I first enter the world |? With no way out, I can only keep moving forward into this world.
Finally, when we were on the way back, everyone looked at me with the same sentence: This coachman is not simple.
Come on, author, how did you manage to sleep?
Nice looking, quite interesting
Well written, keep up the good work!