Escape from the Ghost

"boom!"

After a loud bang, screams echoed on the street.

"Ah! Hit!"

"It crashed like this, can people still live?"

"Don't look, call the police!"

The wreckage of parts was scattered all over the ground. The BMW X5 rushed under the truck wheel and lost half of its front. The parts of the big and small cars were squeezed together at high temperature, and they were emitting black smoke. Drops from the crooked car door fell to the ground.

"boom"

Another bang.

The Passat, who was not in a hurry to avoid it, directly smashed into the wall on the side of the road. Through the shattered window glass, he vaguely saw half a figure lying on the steering wheel, with his back floating and panting violently.As time goes by, the ups and downs get smaller and smaller.

After a middle-aged couple who witnessed the whole car accident experienced a daze and yelling, the man finally took out his mobile phone and shouted into the phone in panic: "I want to call the police! Hit... crashed... two cars, no , it was three, I'm sure, a...BMW and a mid-size van, and another...Pasat, hit a wall. Injured...Damn it! Louder! Killed a few of me How do you know? The place... the place is..."

The man's hand holding the phone trembled more and more, and his voice trembled on his Adam's apple. He raised his head and didn't know who he was yelling at: "Where is this?"

The woman next to her changed her eyebrows and said, "100 meters north of the entrance of Mucheng University, yes, 100 meters to the intersection."

"Yes! The intersection 100 meters north of Mucheng University, yes, yes, yes, yes, the intersection of Caoping Street and Changchun Road, hit... a terrible crash!"

On the other end of the phone, there was still a cold and professional female voice: "Okay, sir, we will arrive as soon as possible, please don't panic! Beep beep..."

It was mid-afternoon, and there were only a few pedestrians and students in twos and threes at the intersection before the accident.

After a long time after the accident, the crowd began to gather, and the men dared to approach the accident vehicle slowly after seeing the crowd.

"How are people?"

"A sin!"

There are more and more people around, and the small voice gradually spread.

The small road outside the school, with four lanes in both directions, was blocked in a short while, and the people in the inner circle blocked the people in the outer circle, staring at the center of the road and pointing.

"boom!"

There was a sudden thunder in the sky, and it seemed that the sky was about to change.

Song Yi was caught between the gaps in the front seat, cold sweat drenched his whole body like a torrential rain, panting, "Mmm...it hurts..."

He was damp and sticky, and there was a constant ringing in his ears.The noise was getting louder and louder, and my head was about to explode.He wanted to open his eyes, but after struggling for a long time, the eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, and they fell heavily, but they couldn't open them.He tried to shake his neck again, and after two "clicks", he didn't dare to move again.

Are you going to die like this?He...how is he?

The man who cursed a minute ago and said that it would be better to drown himself in the toilet than to give birth to him, his father Song Weizhong.

Consciousness awakened briefly, and gradually fell into deeper darkness.The cold fingertips slid across Song Yi's face, turned around, and continued to touch. The movement of this man's hand was very delicate, and the touch was cold, but at this moment when it fell on Song Yi's face, there was warmth.

Song Yi sensed someone, and murmured: "Help... help..."

"Hmph!" came the voice, as if chuckling.

Song Yi tried to prick up his ears, desperately grasping the last bit of connection with the world.

"Things are done very well, the damned ones are dead, and the ones that should come have come. In the end, I just don't want to part with it." Fingertips fell on Song Yi's face again and stroked.A moment later, a gust of wind passed by, with a strange provocation, "Try to survive, because...the days when you can see the sun...not...not many..."

Song Yi frowned. Could it be that the car accident was... His consciousness was getting weaker and weaker, and he gradually fell into a coma.

Time was stopped at this second.

The noise outside the car suddenly disappeared, and all the onlookers kept their last movements fixed in place, with raised eyebrows, open mouths, and different expressions. The expressions of gossiping and worrying about watching the excitement froze. One is richer than the other.

The sky suddenly lost its luster.Three ghosts exuding black air lined up in a long line, dragging long iron chains, passed through pedestrians, and moved quickly towards the battered truck and the BMW that lost most of its front. The car stopped by the door, as if waiting for someone's order.

A man in a black robe with a cold halberd in his right hand stood on the roof of the truck overlooking everything.His head was covered with a black robe, and he lowered his head slightly so he couldn't see his appearance.

The man in black robe waved his right hand, and a white light flashed quickly, and the golden scroll slowly opened from left to right, and the small golden characters shone brightly in the low darkness:

In a car accident, three people died, and their souls were taken.Song Weizhong, male, 57 years old, Lin Ming, male, 34 years old, Song Yi, male, 22 years old.

Seriously injured two people, Marshal Wu, male, 32 years old, and Wu Xiaomeng, female, 6 years old.

Just as the scroll was about to be closed, the word "Song Yi" slowly receded stroke by stroke.

"Ok?"

The man in black robe was puzzled, thought for a moment, waved his right arm, closed the scroll and threw it to the leading ghost.

The ghost took a fat middle-aged man from the BMW with chains. The man closed his eyes and looked pale, and followed the ghost to the Passat.

The ghost stood on the front of the Passat for a long time, slowly moved its "head", looked at the man in black and shook his "head".

The black-robed man held a halberd in his hand and chopped it down with a single blow.A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and landed on the roof of the Passat. A moment later, a cloud of black mist steamed out.

A loud and deep voice came from a distance: "Can you escape right under your nose?"

Hearing the reputation, the man in black robe looked over. The speaker was tall and tall, with a bearded face, the lines of his face were very tough, and he was full of a strong hormonal aura.Wearing an earth-colored windbreaker and a pair of faded jeans, the man was struggling to squeeze through the crowd.

The man in black robe said in a low voice: "I leave it to you." After saying that, he disappeared without a trace.

Xia Houyong touched the blood on the ground with his hand, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, looked at the direction where the black-robed man disappeared, gritted his back molars and muttered: "You arrogant guy! If you want to throw this mess to me, it's impossible !"

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