Zhuge Yue answered the call and his face darkened slightly. He completely lost the cynical and charming playboy aura before. His eyes that were originally filled with peach blossoms suddenly became radiant and he became a completely different person.
Human-like.
He stood up and said to Yang Zimei with a slight apology: "I won't accompany you anymore. I have to rush back to the capital. Something happened to the old man at home."
"Okay, take care." Yang Zimei nodded.
Zhuge Yue left in a hurry.
Looking at Zhuge Yue's hurried but not messy back, which was gradually moving away, Yang Zimei drank a few more sips of tea and stood up to leave.
When I walked out of the teahouse, I felt a little troubled, so I walked slowly along the street.
Cars come and go, people come and go.
To her, these are just meaningless background symbols.
At this time, she was only thinking about Long Zhutian, and she would pick up her phone from time to time to see if he had replied to his text messages.
However, the phone has been very quiet!
The quieter the phone becomes, the more upset her heart becomes.
There was a bus coming in front of her. She looked at the license plate number and saw that it was going to her house. She stood in front of the stop sign and waited to get on the bus.
Who would have known that the car would pass by in front of our eyes without even stopping.
Really!
She cursed softly in her mind.
But suddenly I discovered that there was a sinister and evil spirit of resentment in the sky above the bus, which was very unusual.
Could something happen to the bus?
She hurried forward and waved her hand to stop him and ask everyone in the car to get out.
As if the driver couldn't see her waving, the car continued to move forward.
Yang Zimei stretched her Qinggong skills and ran to the front of the car——
The car suddenly braked and stopped, and there was a lot of curses in the car.
The weather itself was hot, and the driver who had been driving for a day was also extremely rude. He stretched out his head and swore directly at Yang Zimei, "If you want to die, just die. Don't make me follow you..."
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Passengers in the car also poked their heads out to accuse Yang Zimei of interfering with their time, and told the driver to ignore him and drive quickly.
Yang Zimei stood in the middle of the road and refused to leave, asking the driver to tell everyone to get off because the car was in danger.
"You're sick!" the driver cursed, stepped on the accelerator, bypassed her, and accelerated away. After a short time -
boom!
Suddenly, the car burst into flames, and the whole car began to explode——
The passengers on the car were in a mess. Some people managed to escape, but most of them were killed in the sea of fire——
Yang Zimei's eyes were beating and his heart was trembling. He was suffocating his breath as he looked at the exploding bus, and watched the dead souls leaving in confusion...
All she can do now is to stand aside, recite the death mantra for them, and send them to reincarnation, so as not to degenerate into lonely ghosts with soaring resentment due to unexpected deaths.
During the process of salvation, the ghost of a middle-aged man came to her, his face full of resentment, his eyes full of despair and hatred.
He said that he was the murderer of the car explosion, and he did not want to be saved. He wanted to become an evil ghost and take revenge on the society and mankind.
Yang Zimei's heart trembled and she asked urgently why?
He said he hates this world!
The demolition team forcibly demolished the house he had built with a debt of more than 100,000 yuan, but the compensation given to him was less than 50,000 yuan. The family had no roof over their heads and lived in a small rented house.
My wife went out to run a mobile stall last month. Not only was the stall smashed by the urban management, but she also broke three ribs. She is still lying in bed unable to move, and she has no money to go to the hospital.