The young driver was just a hair away and wanted to run away, but in the end he controlled his panic. Xu Wangcai in front of him groaned, as if to tell the young driver that they were alive.
Immediately afterwards, Xu Wangcai said in an extremely hoarse and terrifying voice: "You wait here, we will come back in a while and take your car!"
The young driver felt like he fainted in the toilet from crying. Why did he still want to take his car back? He was scared to death when he came here. If he went back again, shouldn't his whole life be lost?
So he raised his head and glanced at Xu Wangcai to determine if there was still room for negotiation, but unfortunately, there was no room for negotiation at all.
After Xu Wangcai finished speaking, he opened the car door and got out of the car, followed by the three people in the back row.
At this time, the young driver was so scared that he was shaking all over and could hardly breathe. He looked at the four figures walking towards the crematorium, and suddenly found four people walking on the thick and flat snow. There was no one left behind.
Any footprints.
The young driver couldn't describe his feelings at this time. Fear, regret, and helplessness were all mixed together like a hodgepodge.
But in the end, he still retained a trace of reason. He covered his mouth and controlled himself from screaming.
Seeing the four "people" slowly walking away, the driver hurriedly got into the car and quickly started the car, preparing to escape from this place where he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. However, he tried several times and all his attempts ended in turning off the car.
He was really desperate. He wanted to get out of the car and run back, but the door of hope was closed to him again, and the car door could not be opened no matter what.
The young driver grabbed his head frantically and banged it against the steering wheel, as if he wanted to officially admit that this was just a nightmare and that as long as he woke up, everything would be over.
Unfortunately, everything in front of him was not a dream. Even if the young driver hit his head and bled, his environment did not change at all.
There was no signal on the car radio or mobile phone. The driver was struggling in extreme fear. He struggled to push the car window with his feet, trying to escape, but at this time the car was like a man cursed by death.
Like a tomb, it tightly surrounds an angry dead body.
Not far away, a withered figure watched everything that happened here. When the car finally became quiet, the figure smiled slightly and walked towards the crematorium.
At this time, Xu Wangcai's four "people" had already reached the entrance of the crematorium. It was almost 2:45 in the morning, and most of them were still immersed in sleep, dreaming their best dreams.
In front of the crematorium's door, a large iron lock was clearly visible, but this thing was basically useless to Xu Wangcai in front of him. His hand was slightly raised, but there was no movement.
The iron lock head of the number fell to the ground with a clang.
The door was opened, and the four people easily walked into the courtyard of the crematorium. At this time, the snow seemed to have stopped, and the moon once again showed its true face.
Under the moonlight, reflected by the white snow, there is a rather grand-looking building in the northwest corner of the crematorium. The tall building is obviously modeled after the architectural form of the ancient fairy palace.
The glimmer of white snow reflects on the large plaque, clearly reflecting the words "Chongyang Palace".
The four people walked towards the Chongyang Palace. When they walked up the steps, they were faced with an iron gate. The ashes were placed inside. Although under normal circumstances, thieves would not visit here, but sometimes they would.
Some special circumstances occurred, and at this time, four uninvited guests came here.
Just like the big lock in front, this iron door did not cause them any trouble. A red light flashed around Xu Wangcai's neck, and the door opened on its own with a creak.
The creaking sound was particularly harsh in this silent night, and the opening was like a door to hell.
Walking into the Chongyang Palace, the lobby was completely dark, and one could only vaguely see the urns placed in the cabinets through the moonlight outside.
The wizened old man from before also walked in. As he entered, a small gust of wind hung around each urn.
In the lobby, a burst of laughter suddenly sounded, and then the small dark wind continued to gather around the withered old man.
While the wizened old man was frantically absorbing the power from the dark wind, the four of them, Xu Wangcai, had already started circling back and forth in the lobby.
They seemed to be performing some kind of ritual, or of course they might be looking for something. Time passed like this, and the four strange people continued their weird behavior.
Suddenly there was a bang, followed by the sound of glass breaking and falling to the ground from a distance. The wizened old man seemed to be attracted by the sound and stopped his actions of absorbing strength.
At this moment, a bright green light suddenly appeared in the direction of the sound. So all four people stopped. Mingyan walked step by step in the direction of the green light. Finally, when Mingyan reached the
In front of the luminous shelf, she saw that it was an urn, which was also emitting waves of faint green light, and there was a burst of milky white smoke coming out from around the urn.
Mingyan quietly approached the urn. Finally, she picked up the urn and slowly turned away. However, on the photo folder in the small square grid where the urn was originally stored,
There seems to be a photo stuck, but for some unknown reason, the photo seems to have been affected by a lot of moisture, and the figure in the photo has become extremely blurry, making it impossible to identify his appearance.
"You are such cute kids! I never thought things could go so perfectly!!"
Looking at everything happening in front of him, the wizened old man suddenly sighed, yes, it was precisely because of the help of these four people that his plan could proceed so smoothly.
He should really reward these lovely children. Thinking of this, the figure of the wizened old man disappeared into the dark lobby in an instant, as if he had never appeared here.
Xu Wangcai slowly walked out of the Chongyang Palace with the mysterious urn, walked out of the gate of the crematorium, and returned to the taxi. At this time, the young driver's spirit had completely collapsed.
He was like a madman, banging his head against the car door, his head was covered with blood, and his true face could not be seen clearly.
Xu Wangcai opened the car door at once, and the driver drove him out. Xu Wangcai immediately pressed the driver's head with his hand and pushed him into the car.
At this moment, the driver suddenly became calm. He sat in his seat with his eyes straight, holding the steering wheel with both hands, letting the blood on his head continue to flow.