Chu Ping looked at the taxi driver's pale face. He could not convince himself that the man in front of him had nothing to do with ghosts.
"It can't be that this doll is broken."
Chu Ping secretly took out the black and ugly rag doll from his pocket.
"The shuddering aura that I felt before is gone."
With a gloomy expression, Chu Ping stuffed the cursed doll into his pocket again, then looked up, just in time to see the taxi driver's pale face filling the entire rearview mirror.
The taxi driver seemed to have seen Chu Ping, and a very ugly smile appeared on his originally expressionless face.
Chu Ping's heart tightened, and he suddenly felt as if he had just emerged from a tiger's mouth and entered a wolf's den.
"Haha, master, you don't look very well. Are you sick?"
Now Chu Ping is constantly calling out all the names he can think of.
"I've been feeling a little unwell recently. I'm always shaking. I think I have a cold, but little brother, your face doesn't look too good either."
The taxi driver's voice was cold and trembling.
Chu Ping chuckled and didn't say much. He just turned his head to one side and looked out the window.
Both sides of the road are covered with ashes left after burning yellow paper. Occasionally, a few pieces of unburned paper money fly into the air in the night wind.
Chu Ping clenched his palms, and a piece of black ashes quietly flashed across his eyes. Chu Ping was in a trance. He clearly saw a woman in a red dress standing across the street, with scarlet eyes, as if looking at him.
Chu Ping shivered and thought of the woman in red he met when he ran out of the central hospital.
"Red..."
Chu Ping frowned and his eyes fell on the taxi driver again.
"Have you seen the woman in the red dress?" The taxi driver's pale face filled the rearview mirror, and an awkward smile appeared on his face, "I remember that woman last year.
I've seen her before, she was dressed like this at the time, and I heard she was a lunatic."
Chu Ping's eyes were a little wandering, and he didn't want to look at each other, but his heart was already filled with turmoil.
"That woman was there last year? Is what he said true or false?"
Chu Ping didn't know what the taxi driver meant when he suddenly said this.
"Is it to prove that he is not a ghost? Or that he and the woman in the red dress outside are both ghosts, and he is just saying that to hide the fact?"
It is getting harder and harder for Chu Ping to understand the current situation.
"The cursed doll didn't respond at all. It must have been injured by the ghost that possessed the taxi driver just now."
It seemed that the taxi driver felt a little bored when Chu Ping stopped talking.
"I heard from people in our convoy that the woman was abandoned by her husband and lived with her child. Later, I don't know what happened, and her child died, so she is seen here every year at this time."
The taxi driver seemed to be telling a weird story about the city.
"A lot of people know this woman."
Chu Ping looked at the woman involuntarily. The taxi was still driving, and the woman in the red dress was still standing there.
"You haven't left yet?"
Just when Chu Ping was about to retract his gaze, the woman suddenly turned her head, her eyes met Chu Ping's, and a bone-chilling breath hit her face.
"Let's go!"
At this time, Chu Ping didn't care whether the taxi driver was a ghost or not. All he could think about now was the way the woman in the red dress looked at him.
"That woman must be a strange existence, she is even in red."
The weird smile on the taxi driver's face became more and more obvious.
"Brother, why are you so anxious?"
The taxi was still driving forward slowly, with no intention of accelerating.
"Go quickly! Go quickly!"
Chu Ping was obviously frightened by the woman in red just now, and his face became very ugly.
"Although that woman is a lunatic, she has never hurt anyone at all."
The taxi was still driving forward leisurely.
Chu Ping suddenly turned his head and looked in the rearview mirror, where he saw the taxi driver's eyes turning red without knowing when. "Sure enough, there is another one!"
The originally panicked eyes suddenly became clear, and an old-fashioned mobile phone appeared in Chu Ping's hand.
The red mist instantly filled the entire taxi, and countless scarlet threads spread from the blood mist, then entangled the taxi driver.
"What happened to that woman?"
With the lesson learned from Zhou Hai before, Chu Ping was careful when he got into this taxi. He originally thought that the cursed doll would give him a reminder, but who would have thought that it would go on strike without any force.
At the beginning, Chu Ping suspected that the taxi driver was related to the strange man in red in Osmanthus Alley, so he never took direct action, but just waited and waited to see how the other party would react.
The taxi driver's performance made Chu Ping guess about his strength. He was probably just an ordinary ghost who couldn't be seen at ordinary times. He probably came out to find a substitute on July 15th.
It's just that Chu Ping himself has a certain attraction to ghosts, so he was targeted.
"Hey, this is so damn charming."
What Chu Ping didn't expect was the appearance of the woman in the red dress.
"It seems that he is not from the association..."
Chu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly. Based on his understanding of the Weird Tales Association, the red clothes in the association will possess one of the association members, such as No. 9 and No. 10.
"Why would she target me?"
Chu Ping really couldn't forget the look that the woman in red looked at him just now, which was harsh and frightening.
"It seems to be even more powerful than Sister Jiang."
Chu Ping secretly compared the strength between Jiang Qing and the woman in red.
"I really don't know what kind of existence she is," the taxi driver's trembling voice came out from the blood mist. "She appears every year at this time, wandering around this street, and disappears after dawn. Please
Please, please let me go, I didn’t know you could control Hong Yi!”
The taxi driver's eyes were full of horror. He never expected that the substitute he found for himself would be such a terrifying existence.
The taxi driver clearly remembered that the moment the blood mist enveloped him, a man's figure appeared in front of him. At the same time, a woman's figure seemed to appear behind the man. Her charred body exuded endless darkness.
