Ghosts go the same way

The intersection is huge and the lights have changed.But there was no one and no cars moving, and the traffic police and auxiliary police on duty were all stupid.He stood there silently, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

But just ten seconds later, a man covered in dust climbed out from under the truck, and suddenly let out a scream, which broke the static time.

After there was a ringing in the ear, it was not Xiao Jiu who fainted this time, but Sun Liang.The impact in front of them is much greater than normal people for those in the circle.

Now is the rush hour for traveling, and the subway has not been opened on this section of the road. Even if the weather is hot, the bus is packed like sardines.The cross-cut steel plate instantly took the lives of some people, but more people were cut from the middle!

The torture of beheading in half has become a legend, or a stimulating scene in movies and TV that grabs people's attention, but at this moment it is vividly appearing in front of everyone.Maybe when looking at those "works of art", people can still accept it with a smile, but looking at these in person...

Screams, cries and vomiting are the most normal sounds, as well as the crashing and yelling of cars, which are unconscious people trying to escape here, which caused a secondary accident.However, there are also people who showed bravery and kindness at this time. Some people spontaneously walked over from their cars or the side of the road, moved steel plates and debris, and tried their best to rescue the injured.

And such a scene is even more exciting for people in the circle.

Sun Liang had passed out, and Xiao Jiu was throwing up while holding his knees.But the reason for his vomiting was different from others——

"I don't want to die!" "What the hell is going on?!" "Mom—Mom—" "I'm not dead! I'm not dead! This is a nightmare!!!"

Sudden death, some people have already gone before they realized what happened.The panic and resentment of each ghost superimposed together, forming a "field".And here are more, the cries of people who are not yet dead but are struggling step by step towards death in pain, as well as the panic and fear of some people.Although there are positive emotions, they are relatively weak.These are all affecting the ghosts in the field. Ordinary people can't feel it now, but those who can feel it are facing tremendous pressure, such as Xiao Jiu.

Various octave-high distorted sounds stimulated his eardrums, and some grotesque mosaic-like color blocks appeared in front of his eyes.His brain was dizzy, his breathing was difficult, and his legs seemed to be buried in cement, and he couldn't move.His sanity is not lost, but his body is out of control, and he can't do anything except vomit.

I don't know how long after the fight, someone put a hat on Xiao Jiu, and covered his face with a layer of warm towel.The sound and color blocks were all cut off, and Xiao Jiu's senses were plunged into darkness. He didn't pass out, although he was dizzy, after an unknown period of time, Xiao Jiu took off the cold towel by himself, and found himself Half lying in a familiar car - the old man's car.

He sat up, and with just one movement, the quiet world became noisy, but fortunately, it was still within the range he could accept.However, this cannot be said to be noisy, but crying...

Countless cries, real and unreal.In the stuffy air, there was a strong smell of blood.

"Jiujiu? Jiujiu, are you okay?" There was a hand dangling in front of his eyes. After shaking for a long time, Xiao Jiu was startled and saw the person in front of him clearly: "Master, I'm fine..."

"Is it all right?"

"It's okay." Xiao Jiu shook his head, pointing at the chaos, "Master, this..."

"Don't look at it." The old man covered Xiao Jiu, "Your feelings are too sensitive. You have just calmed down over there, but it is also sensitive. If your gaze passes by, whoever notices it will be troublesome."

"Yeah." Xiao Jiu nodded, but looking at his expression, he was still a little numb. The old man looked at Xiao Jiu and handed him a bottle of water: "Drink some water and calm down."

"Master." Xiao Jiu pulled the old man, "Master, what's going on with this... today?"

"Don't think about it, it's just an accident."

"But before it happened, I felt something was wrong."

"Then don't think about it. People like us will always be more sensitive than others when we are about to encounter accidents. Especially things like this are completely natural disasters."

"Don't go back to your place tonight, go back with me." Seeing that Xiao Jiu was still depressed, the old man persuaded him.

Xiao Jiu nodded: "Master, do you still need help over there? Uh... by the way, it's best not to go to my situation." Even looking at it may cause problems, let alone go to help?The old man put his hand on Xiao Jiu's shoulder, but it made Xiao Jiu's heavy shoulder a lot easier, "Thank you, Master."

At this time, a man in black came over: "Master Patriarch, Master Uncle ordered me to find the ashes."

Xiao Jiu raised his head immediately, and the old man motioned for the man in black to continue.

"At first, the other party just brought a jar over, but it wasn't ashes at all, it was mung bean powder." Xiao Jiu's complexion was ugly at first, but now it can be said to be almost blue-black. He just held his temper and clearly stated this matter. The man in black was also very annoyed, "Continue to ask. At first they said that the ashes were dumped under the tree on the side of the road. When they asked which tree they said they forgot. Later, the child of that family was not bad, and secretly told We say that a woman bought the ashes for 5 yuan, but we don’t know who bought them and what they were used for.”

Knowing that it was sold, Xiao Jiu couldn't help being a little happy, although he was sure that the buyer was the cause of Tuesday's anomaly.But that was better than dumping his ashes casually under a tree by the side of the road.

"However, our people still bought that jar. Because the jar used to hold ashes..."

In other words, there may still be some remains of ashes left in the jar, although very few.

The old man suddenly pushed, with great strength, pushing Xiao Jiu almost lying back in the car, and then kicked his outside leg: "Come on, the energy on your body just now is like a flame that suddenly rose up Same, don't look for trouble here."

"Master, where is Brother Sun?"

"He's still too weak, he'll have to lie in the hospital for three to five days, don't worry about it."

"Well, then I'll go honestly." Xiao Jiu smiled, but he knew that his smile must be ugly. When he sat back in the car honestly, another man in black drove away.

Before leaving, Xiao Jiu found the towel that had been covering his face before, covered his face with the towel, and looked at the scene of the accident—the towel was not thin, and it was too far away, beyond what he could see with his pupils. Range, so, actually he can't see anything.However, you can imagine.

The old man said that this is a natural disaster, which means that it cannot be undone by manpower. God will definitely let that happen, including people like them, and it cannot be stopped.Indeed, if you think about it carefully, there are countless coincidences from the beginning to the end. If one coincidence did not match, there would not be such a large number of casualties, but all the coincidences are connected together.

It was as if, God just wanted to let this happen, to let those people die.According to the process of occurrence, it is a man-made disaster, but from another perspective, it is indeed a natural disaster.

Doomed to be irresistible.

And Xiao Jiu thought, are these things that happened to him a natural disaster or a man-made disaster?

When Xiao Jiu returned home, Tuesday's "urn" was also brought.Xiao Jiu opened it, and there was a half-can of mung bean powder inside, and the smell was clear when he smelled it.Holding the pot, Xiao Jiu thought that no matter whether it was man-made or heaven-made, he should thank him for letting him know Tuesday.

"Tuesday, you actually like to eat mung bean popsicles, so... it shouldn't be too uncomfortable to be with mung bean powder, right?" Sighing, Xiao Jiu can be regarded as self-regulation.