The motorcycle slid out a long way. The motorcyclist also fell in the middle of the road. Several passing vehicles almost ran over people, but they all staggered to avoid them.

Luckily, it's rush hour, and the speed isn't fast.

In this case, motorcycles running red lights stand out.

Many office workers around screamed, and some people shouted loudly, they were also this drag racer yesterday, and they almost hit someone. Another person said that those who saw this drag racing car every day commuting to and from work overtook directly every time, did not look at the traffic lights or pedestrians, and passed the sharp turn.

I was still in a daze, staring at Tang Zhuoxi's motionless corpse. Blood oozed from under her head, slowly flowing into the distance.

After the initial scream, Xu Weifang shut up, as if she had fainted.

I'm at a loss.

I should go and save Tang Zhuoxi now. At the very least, I can save her life.

But my body stiffened.

I saw something different.

Tang Zhuoxi's blood was flowing. The ominous aura emanating from it was strong, as if an evil ghost was standing in front of me, and it was also like a labor camp in the western suburbs appeared at this crossroads.

No, the smell was pungent than a few zombies and previous basilisks on the labor camp in the western suburbs.

That rotten smell is prohibitive.

Until now, no one has leaned over to inspect Tang Zhuoxi's situation.

Everyone is far away.

The motorcyclist was also lying on the ground, but someone went over and shouted twice.

As if he was fine, he got up from the ground, held his head, and took off his helmet, revealing his wet hair. Blood was dripping from his forehead, and his body trembled slightly.

Tang Zhuoxi's body lost all reactions.

I saw Tang Zhuoxi's soul rise from her corpse. She is like a zombie in a movie, slowly getting up and twisting her body.

An ominous aura in her blood enveloped her, but it did not invade her soul.

I smelled another yin breath. That resentment, resentment......

Tang Zhuoxi's head turned one hundred and eighty degrees to look at the motorcyclist.

I saw a dark red glow in her eyes.

It was a vicious look that belonged to an evil spirit.

She staggered to her feet, staring at the motorcyclist.

Someone around screamed.

I looked up and saw the motorcycle that had crashed into the wheel of the bus.

Dragged by an invisible force, it slid out of the underside of the bus and stood upright.

There was more screaming around. I couldn't hear what the hell those people were calling.

I was completely stunned.

I thought I'd seen enough horror scenes and supernatural phenomena.

However, during the rush hour of commuting to work, at a crowded intersection, a supernatural event appeared under everyone's noses, and I still couldn't react at all.

I thought absurdly at this moment, why didn't I see this sensational news before I went to bed, tonight?

With so many witnesses, and possibly cameras, how can there be no news?

The thought flashed through my mind.

I heard the roar of the engine.

I watched as the motorcycle raced towards its original owner.

The people around the motorcyclist panicked and fled, but the motorcyclist lost his reaction.

He was knocked down and run over by the wheels.

The scary thing is that the car ended up stopping on top of him, and the wheels were still spinning.

Flesh and blood splattered, provoking even louder shouts from those around them.

I felt flesh fly in front of me. Didn't touch me, just landed on the asphalt road in front of me.

Too...... It's weird......

I think there's something wrong.

It should be said that there are too many things that are wrong.

The people around them are running away, as if they have seen a monster.

Farther away, there were shouts. Those people may not see what's going on and just go with the flow.

The intersection was almost empty. The rest of the people are weak and can't run.

Xu Weifang still collapsed on the sidewalk, in a coma.

Tang Zhuoxi stood on top of his corpse, staring at the roaring motorcycle.

The flesh of the motorcyclist was rubbed off layer after layer......

In the end, his body was split in two, and the ground was covered with a bloody stain of flesh and mud as a distinction.

The motorcycle slammed and fell to the ground.

As if venting all the resentment in my heart, I felt Tang Zhuoxi's mood become calmer.

The aura of the curse did not dissipate.

Tang Zhuoxi's blood formed a vague pattern on the ground.

The fierce light in her eyes was fading, and her figure was blurring.

I seem to have watched a farce, and now, the song is over.

I found that the night was over, and it was dawn.

I hadn't been distracted by a dream for a long time, but now my head was empty, and I couldn't think of anything.

That's ridiculous!

When I saw ghosts, when I saw Ye Qing, I didn't think it was so ridiculous!

I picked up my phone and looked at the news headlines and then the homepage of the social networking site.

Nothing.

That's ridiculous!!!

What's going on?

Did I really have a dream?

I felt incredulous, and subconsciously called Wu Ling's mobile phone.

Wu Ling's voice was an octave lower than before.

"I ...... I dreamed that I didn't know ......" I didn't know how to open my mouth for a while.

"You dreamed of Tang Zhuoxi's death?" Wu Ling asked.

"Yes." I felt a sense of relief.

It's not just a nightmare.

On second thought, I felt that it was not a simple nightmare, but that the reality was even worse.

"How does her condition look? Is it her ghost? Wu Ling asked, his tone a little urgent.

"Yes, it's her ghost. She ......, "I opened my mouth and told Wu Ling what I saw with difficulty.

Wu Ling groaned on the other end of the phone.

"That's not normal, is it? And there was no news, and no one sent a message. What the hell is going on? Speaking of which, ghosts and ghosts should kill people, shouldn't they all ...... It's not an accident, it's supposed to be in the ...... How to put it, it is...... "I can't find a suitable statement."

"The first of the two things you asked was that the news was suppressed from above, and the whole network was closed. Keyword blocking. I can't send any relevant content. They now seem to have discovered a peer in the circle who has the ability to do this. People from the expert pool began to take over the management of public opinion in this area. Wu Ling said.

A meaningless exclamation came out of my throat, and I didn't know if I was really amazed, admired, or should be terrified.

Now, speech control may have reached an extreme point.

"They also have people who are in contact with foreign countries. According to the information I learned before, there should be three or four people with similar abilities in the world. However, the scope of capabilities is very limited, and it can only manage a certain amount of information. The meaning of the circle is that the situation is getting worse now, to the point where it is necessary to restrict ordinary people. Large-scale brainwashing is impossible to do, so at least, let the panic not spread, not too many people do not have this kind of idea, do not give birth to new spirits, even if it is an emergency measure. If possible, small-scale brainwashing efforts will also be carried out. This is a global crisis. Although many people have different ideas, there is still a consensus in this regard. Wu Ling said.

I still don't know how to answer.

"The second question you asked, there is no definite answer in the circle. But based on so many years of observation, we have a superficial guess. That is, all souls are actually implanted with a kind of subconscious. This should be regarded as one of the solutions taken by God. That is, when a person dies and the soul becomes a ghost, what do they want to do to the living, the subconscious will choose a more hidden method. As you say, turn the killing into an accident, or choose a place where there are no people and few people, reduce the number of witnesses, and leave no evidence. Whether this subconscious exists or not, and what it is, is not fully understood by living people. Ghosts, on the other hand, are not able to communicate with spirits, and those who are conscious generally interpret their actions as cautious. They also don't want to be discovered and hunted down by people like us. So what exactly the truth is, it's hard to say. But what is certain is that such a thing as Tang Zhuoxi has never happened in the past. Oh, my God...... There may be a new idea. Wu Ling said.

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