Every world I die young

"Huh? How do you say it?" Deng Zebao asked with interest.

Mo Yinglan seemed to just mention it casually, he said flatly: "It's almost here."

Only then did Deng Zebao realize that they were almost arriving in H province, he shook his head and could only concentrate on driving, the car drove smoothly on the wide and flat road, everything seemed so normal.

Deng Zepan's energy became more and more exhausted. After all, he had been worrying all the way, and driving was a very useless thing. He couldn't help but dozed off again. Deng Zepan squinted his eyes and looked numbly at the unchanged road outside the car window.

The roadside gradually became bustling, with scattered small shops scattered here and there.

The sun was rising and there was no cloud in the sky. Deng Zebao suddenly felt his eyes hurt so much, he couldn't help but pulled out his hand and rubbed it, but before he put his arm down, he saw a scene through the gap that made his eyes tear.

A five or six-year-old boy was holding a balloon and rushed towards the small shop across the road. Deng Zebao broke out in a cold sweat and almost lost his mind. He turned the steering wheel crazily, and the car rushed towards the green belt on the roadside, like a Just an out of control beast.

The little boy was so frightened that he stood there in a daze and did not dare to move. The screeching sound of the car tires rubbing against the ground startled him, and the little boy was about to run back with the balloon in his arms.

In a panic, he fell heavily on the ground. It was noon, and there was no adult around to look after him. The little boy hurt from the fall, and he pouted and was about to cry, when a loud noise close at hand scared him Stupid, I even forgot to cry.

The little boy panicked and looked at the indentation and dark black marks only a few centimeters away from the place where he fell. He even saw white smoke coming out of the ground in a trance.

The boy shrank back with a small body, the store door was pushed open rudely and impetuously, and a middle-aged couple rushed out in a panic.

Deng Zepan closed his eyes tightly and passed out. There was a big hole in his forehead, blood poured out, his whole face was stained red with blood, and his arms were covered with bruises from branches. Mo Yinglan sat there In the back seat, also unconscious.

"Ah." The middle-aged woman picked up the frightened boy on the ground, and her horrified and grateful eyes fell on the boy.

After confirming that the boy was fine, the middle-aged man turned around and went back to the store to get a shovel, and walked straight to the horrible black car hit by the front of the car.

The big rough hand clenched the wooden handle tightly, and said in a simple and dull voice: "Call 120 quickly, don't be stupid, I will save people first!"

The middle-aged woman nodded blankly, touching the phone in her arms, missing the flash of blood in the eyes of the panic-stricken boy in her arms, the boy blinked ignorantly, he seemed to have forgotten something just now...

Drop drop-

Mo Yinglan was awakened by the regular sound of the instrument. He opened his eyes, only to see a dazzling white, and the smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils.

This is, the hospital?

Mo Yinglan blinked her eyes, only to feel a tight pain in her chest. This was the injury she got when she got rid of Liu Yanran's ghost before, and the injury was even worse because of the sudden car accident.

Mo Yinglan felt that if he continued to let it go, he would probably die due to difficulty in breathing. This feeling was really uncomfortable, especially under the premise of a certain degree of pain shielding.

I can't feel the pain, but the suffocation is very clear.

"Ah, young man, you finally woke up!" The middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise.

Mo Yinglan was lying on the bed, unable to move his body, he rolled his eyes, wanting to complain, his voice was really loud, it disturbed him.