Chu Ping kept smiling like the big boy next door, making people feel that the person in front of him was definitely not a bad person.
The sound of the little boy smashing the car stopped in shock. It was so sudden that Chu Ping could not react for a moment.
"Are you looking for them?"
Chu Ping suddenly felt that asking the little boy to stop seemed not a good decision.
The little boy turned around and stared at Chu Ping not far away. Although his whole body was wrapped in darkness, Chu Ping could clearly see the little boy's eyes.
The eyes were blood red, without pupils, like a flame burning in the dark night.
"Kid, tell me where your home is? I'll take you home."
Chu Ping moved his body slightly back to ensure that he was at a safe distance from the blood-red eyes, and then felt a little relieved.
The little boy didn't speak, but his blood-red eyes moved closer to Chu Ping.
In the darkness, Chu Ping was completely at a disadvantage.
The rain outside the overpass was getting heavier and heavier, and no one thought that such a strange thing would happen under the overpass.
Chu Ping took out a lighter from his coat pocket.
Just now when Chu Ping got out of the car to smoke, he stuffed the lighter into his jacket pocket.
Sparks flew everywhere, and a weak flame appeared from the ignition port of the lighter.
"I'm really lucky." Chu Ping didn't expect to succeed in just one try.
When Chu Ping looked up again, he suddenly found a pale face appearing in front of him, facing the tip of his nose, and he could even clearly feel the other person's cold body temperature.
His blood-red eyes looked straight at Chu Ping, as if he wanted to destroy him.
Chu Ping's heart felt cold.
"I just want to correct your mistake of smashing the car window and do a good deed to send you home. How can this also lead to death?"
The fire went out and the surroundings fell into darkness again.
"Mother--"
The little boy's voice was like the sound of a sharp knife cutting across a steel plate, sharp and harsh.
"He's calling me mom?"
Chu Ping covered his ears. He did not expect that not only was he not killed, but he also had a strange son for no reason.
Chu Ping felt a little want to laugh when he thought about it.
No, it’s behind him. The little boy is looking at his behind!
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Chu Ping followed the little boy's gaze and happened to see a bunch of black hair floating behind him. The sticky thing on his neck just now was the mucus dripping from this bunch of hair.
Chu Ping shivered and dropped the lighter in his hand to the ground.
"Bata——"
The crisp sound seemed to cover up the pounding rain.
Chu Ping didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of alarming the strange existence in front of him.
The hair hangs upside down, as if someone is hanging on it.
"Is that what's hidden under the overpass?"
Chu Ping swallowed hard. He couldn't believe that the strange stories about this place were actually true, and that he even encountered them.
The hair hung upside down, and a drop of viscous liquid dripped from the tip of the hair, fell into the rain, and then slowly adhered to the ground.
"Hello, my name is Xie Guoan."
Chu Ping took the lead in breaking the awkward situation.
"I'm sorry, old Xie Tou. If I can see you again, I will definitely talk to you more and help you improve your performance."
Old Xie was Xie Guoan, and Chu Ping found out this name from Mickey Mouse, who was selling calligraphy, painting and antiques at the flea market.
It's just that the bunch of black hair didn't seem to understand Chu Ping's meaning and showed no reaction.
"This is your son, I brought him back."
Chu Ping moved a step to the side, revealing the little boy who was blocked behind him.
He looked at Chu Ping with blood-red eyes, and a chill came up from the soles of Chu Ping's feet.
"Did I understand it wrong? The long-haired girl is not his mother?"
Chu Ping swallowed hard.
"Mother--"
The sharp and harsh sound sounded again.
Chu Ping followed the little boy's gaze and looked back again, and another bunch of black hair appeared. Thick mucus dripped from the ends of the hair, and then fell into the rain.
"again?"
Chu Ping slowly backed away, and now he had an extremely terrifying thought in his mind.
The little boy looked at Chu Ping again.
"Mother--"
The black hair fell just in front of his face, and the thick liquid stained Chu Ping's face.
"The third bunch!"
Chu Ping slowly raised his head and looked up, only to see something that seemed to be swinging back and forth on the dark top of his head.
A bolt of lightning flashed across, and for the first time, the footbridge was filled with light.
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