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The performance of the six people reminded me of Zheng Motian.

After the initial disbelief, panic, and fear, Zheng Motian also calmed down and patiently tried to find a substitute for the dead.

In another person, the will to survive is so strong, it will make people feel moved. can be put on these scumbags, it only makes people feel disgusting.

However, compared to Zheng Motian, these six people are even more unlucky. They didn't encounter ghosts, but they encountered ghosts hitting the wall, trapped on the road, dying again and again.

The dream didn't speed up, and I could only patiently watch them try various methods, and in the end they were all hacked to death with the knife in their own hands. Even once, they threw away the knife, and after going around and around, the knife came back to them and became a murder weapon to kill themselves.

Patience is quickly worn away. They got addicted, they took drugs, they died in a mess, and it all started all over again.

I see that their bodies are changing. They don't know it, but they do have rot and maggots that only corpses have. They were still arguing, and the rotten flesh on their faces fell from their words. When they make a sound again, it doesn't come from the vocal cords, but from the bones.

The night went on, and the only light on the road was the lights of their cars.

When I saw the changes in their bodies, I became more patient.

After a while, when they were all skeletons, I saw the extra light in the path.

The light came straight from behind. As soon as I turned around, I saw the extra car behind me.

The light went unnoticed by the six people.

The car followed the van for a while, and the van stopped.

I knew it was these six people who had come up with something new to try it out. The car behind didn't know. The van is also accustomed to being the only one on this road, and the small boss just steps on the accelerator when driving, and brakes directly when he stops, occasionally hitting the steering wheel, and does not care about driving safety at all.

The vehicle behind it kept a suitable distance and stopped. The driver honked his horn a few times, but naturally did not get a response.

I heard the driver behind me swearing, but as the six skeletons got out of the car, the driver behind shut up.

The headlights of the rear car hit the six skeletons. The skeleton was busy walking towards the woods by the roadside.

Because of the bright light, I couldn't see the driver's expression, but I could guess his fear.

I thought I would follow Akiko's skeleton into the woods, but I didn't expect my consciousness to suddenly go into a trance, and then I came back to my senses and felt a deep fear. I found myself sitting in the back seat of another car. There was the sound of teeth fighting in the car.

The car was also a van, but much smaller than the six drug dealers' cars, but also much cleaner. There was a leather bag in the driver's seat, and luggage and suitcases were piled up in the back seat.

The driver was wearing thick down, and the heater in the car was also on, but he was shivering.

Looking at the empty car in front of him, the driver didn't dare to move. The eyeballs rolled, as if looking in the direction the six skeletons had left.

I suddenly felt a yin aura permeating the car.

The driver was unaware of it, and in the few seconds he froze, he was dead and turned into a ghost.

It took him a long time before he shook his body and let the car move on. He rounded the van, avoiding the direction the six skeletons had left, and after carefully driving out of the van's headlights, he accelerated sharply.

Only then did he dare to gasp for air, and he was still panting, and his lungs were like bellows.

After a long time, he finally relieved his breath.

He chattered and begged God and Buddha to bless him, and the driving posture gradually stabilized.

This smoothness did not last long, and he found that the road was unexpectedly long.

The driver panicked again, looked at the watch on his wrist, drove for more than ten minutes, stopped the car, and took out his mobile phone.

He called the police and said he was lost.

I have seen the incidents that Nangong Yao searched for, and I probably guessed the identity of this driver.

After calling the police, the driver pulled over and waited the same way.

He smoked a cigarette and thought of the six skeletons he had just seen, and as soon as his hands trembled, the ash fell on the down jacket, burning a hole in the garment. He cursed, extinguished the cigarette butt, slapped the ashes on his body, and slowly, felt fear again.

I saw him constantly turning his wrist and looking at the time on his watch.

The second hand is jumping, the minute hand is moving, and it looks like time is flowing normally.

When the minute hand was halfway crossed, and after 12 o'clock, I noticed a shudder in the hour hand, returning to the number I had just pointed at.

My heart tightened and I glanced at the driver.

The driver didn't seem to notice the change, focusing only on the constantly beating second hand and the progressive minute hand.

There was a light in the back of the car.

The driver perked up and turned his head to look behind the car.

The glow of the high beams completely envelops the incoming car, making it difficult to see clearly. However, just looking at the speed at which the lights were moving, it could be inferred that the car was very slow.

The driver became agitated, honked his horn twice, and started his car as well.

The car drove to the side, and in the dim light, the car could be clearly seen.

It was a van driven by drug dealers. Inside the car, the figure of the skeleton is clearly visible.

The other party seemed to have noticed something and stopped the car in the middle of the road. Several skeletons turned their heads and their jaws moved up and down, as if to speak. After a while, the skeleton in the cab reached out and pulled the door.

The driver gasped, subconsciously stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out directly.

His car was parked against the side of the road, and as soon as he rushed, it slid off the road, bumped a few times, and crashed into the woods.

The woods are sparse, with few stout trees that can block cars. Slender branches lapped against the window glass like withered hands, trying to grasp the car.

The driver shouted all the way, already panicking.

I turned my head to look to make sure the skeletons weren't coming for the driver. They are still making futile attempts and do not see the driver at all.

The car sprints all the way, and the ground of the tires has a slope. The vehicle was going uphill, and the driver didn't seem to notice. All he could think about was running away. Fear had driven him insane.

I heard the screeching sound of the wagons coming from the car. At some point, the silhouette of the car has changed. The surrounding trees are no longer those slender saplings.

With a bang, a thick branch slammed into the window. Instantly, the glass showed cobweb-like cracks.

Boom!

Whoa!

The glass shattered, and a branch was inserted directly into the car.

The driver screamed and was stuck in the shoulder by a branch. His hands were out of force, and the steering wheel turned uncontrollably. The whole car banged several times before it finally stopped.

At this time, there is no longer a branch inserted into the car.

The driver's body was full of holes, and he was nailed to the seat, and he had long since lost his life.

I thought it was going to be all over again. The driver will also endure the pain of being trapped on the highway and not being able to escape, and constantly dying, but what he didn't expect is that this scene has been maintained.

The driver's pierced eye couldn't move, but the intact one of the eyes blinked suddenly.

He was resurrected, but things didn't get better.

From his wounded throat, a sound came out. I saw tears rolling out of both of his eyes. He held this position for a long time before he wanted to move. But as soon as he moved, severe pain struck. He immediately stopped struggling.

The woods were pitch black, with only a glimmer of light from the headlights. The light did not make things better, did not bring the slightest comfort, but made people afraid that some monsters would suddenly pop out of the light. The trunks and branches of the trees have more shadows, and they have become more terrifying.

The driver was stuck here.

It dawned on me that this "always" was really "always". Even if his body in reality was discovered, his soul would stay at this moment forever. Unless someone can eliminate the perpetrators of it all.

My eyes flickered, I broke away from the almost broken van and sat in a normal private car.

Before I could react, a van appeared out of thin air in the area where the headlights came out. It was the car of the six drug dealers!

There was an exclamation in the car I was in, and the driver hit the brakes and subconsciously hit the steering wheel again. The vehicle moved sideways and directly through the van, as if passing through a layer of air.

There was no collision, but the car lost its balance and rolled on the ground.

With a bang, the car overturned, the glass shattered, and the roof was dented.

The van did not stop, and in the same way, in the exclamation of the people inside, passed through them.

The screaming had not stopped, and the people in the car did not react for a moment.

It wasn't until one of the girls whose voices were hoarse that the group curled up in the car in shock, staring at each other.