It was a long-abandoned shop, no one had any products, and it didn't even have electricity.
Yun Kuang banged his head on the steering wheel. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and stepped on the brakes.
"Is everyone okay?" Yun Kuang woke up and asked with difficulty.
"It's okay, I'm... still alive."
A companion behind him also woke up, touched something in his arms, and screamed "ah".
"Whose leg is this? Whose thigh was knocked off? Hey, hey, hey, Brother Yun, we killed someone!"
"What the hell, you're a fashion model." Another companion grabbed the thigh and threw it away.
Yun Kuang broke out in a cold sweat and cursed angrily: "Why are you so fucking crazy? You scared me."
Several other people responded one after another, saying they were all skin injuries and nothing serious.
Yes, how can a nice street be deserted?
I was walking alone on the quiet and deserted street, thinking to myself what all this was about. Everything had not gone well since I returned home.
Instantly, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his body, and he chased in the direction of his companion who had just separated.
Unknowingly, half an hour passed. When I looked up, the street sign clearly showed Xicheng Street, with the dilapidated Jincheng Building standing next to it.
However, the strange thing is that even though it was not far away, none of the companions heard it, and they helped each other to other streets to take a taxi.
Damn, I really had a bad day today.
Everyone went home in different directions and dispersed.
Yun Kuang and his companions helped each other out of the shop and went to the street outside.
"Wait until daybreak before calling the police."
Indeed, he just glanced up at the building in a hurry and did not turn the steering wheel.
Yun Kuang was alone and was about to call the driver at home to pick him up. He remembered that his grandfather had just told him to stay home and stay at home a few days ago.
"Wait for me!"
The car seemed to be possessed and crashed into the car.
I watched helplessly as my companion got into a late night taxi and left.
…
He had learned a little about metaphysics when he was a child, but unfortunately he had no talent and was always scolded by his grandfather, so he simply stopped learning.
"Go quickly, go quickly." Yun Kuang struggled to climb out of the car.
"Grandpa, uncle, Xiaoqi, help!"
Especially that little dumpling with squirting milk, I really want to see her clear phoenix eyes again, her long eyelashes that flutter, and her soft and sweet little milky voice.
"Don't go, you guys wait for me, let's go together."
…
He kicked the curb angrily.
At the critical moment, it was these three people who came to his mind.
"Can you blame me? I drive well, who knew this car..."
Afraid that grandpa would be angry when he found out, I immediately hung up the phone after the broadcast.
Yun Kuang saw the figures of his companions in front of him at the corner, and walked towards them while shouting.
"Call the police," a companion said.
Because there was a car accident, I definitely didn’t have the heart to play anymore.
Yun Kuang was completely relieved, it was just fine that no one was killed.
Without this, it would be the legendary ghost beating the wall.
Even if there is only one person walking on the road in the middle of the night, why is there no one on a beautiful street?
Thinking like this brings happiness to the soul instantly.
After so many years, the little knowledge I once learned has long been returned to the ancestor.
Walking back again???
Yun Kuang stood alone on the street. The street lamp made his shadow long and straight, like a stick.
Go on your own, turn around, and follow the signs to a somewhat familiar street.
"Brother Yun, you can't drive today. You have to hit your head on the straight road." A companion couldn't help complaining.
Yun Kuang suddenly realized something was wrong.
After Tang Qing took the two people inside, they came to the dilapidated and abandoned mall center of Jincheng Building. Because it was built more than ten years ago, the overall layout of the building was still what was popular more than ten years ago.
It's like a tube tower, surrounded by circles forming a center.
Tang Qing handed out another knife and said to Xu Leisong: "I still need some blood from you to let me see clearly whether he is your uncle or not."
Xu Leisong did not doubt that he was there, and obediently took the knife and made a cut on his fingertip, squeezing out a few drops of blood.