My Healing Game

Chapter 973 This road is bumpy and tortuous, but I have no complaints or regrets

The boy next to the telephone booth raised his head, his innocent eyes stared straight at Zhang Mingli, he didn't say anything, but Zhang Mingli's figure was reflected in his pupils.

"It doesn't matter if you're a human or a ghost, it's not safe to stay here alone. Go home when it gets dark." Seeing that the boy was still indifferent, Zhang Mingli sighed: "If you really have nowhere to go, you can follow me in the car. There's one more vacancy."

The boy still didn't speak, holding the candy in his cold hands, and fixed his eyes on Zhang Mingli, as if he wanted to imprint Zhang Mingli's face in his mind.

"Is this your first time being a ghost? Tell me what you want! Do you want to catch me as a dead ghost? Or are you planning to go home with me and slowly curse me? Or do you want to **** my yang energy? You only have Only by speaking out can I cooperate with you!" Zhang Mingli was a little impatient, he stretched out his hand towards the boy, trying to grab him, but who knew that the moment he touched the boy, the boy disappeared immediately.

A candy fell to the ground, and the boy left without taking the candy he gave.

"This brat has autism, right? It's really like when I was a child. I can't hold back a fart after ten sticks." Zhang Mingli picked up the candy on the ground, removed the candy wrapper by himself, and started to eat.

He kicked away the stones on the ground, but the phone in the abandoned phone booth rang at this moment.

"The kid is waiting for the call, right?" Zhang Mingli was a little embarrassed. He was waiting well, and he came over to scare the person away: "It would be bad if his parents called, why do I always do it kindly?" bad thing?"

Entering the phone booth, Zhang Mingli answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Dad, don't go any further, come back, please come back."

"Father? Telecom fraud, right?" Zhang Mingli said to the phone: "Your father is on the way to chase your mother, and he can't go back!"

Just about to hang up the phone, a woman's voice came out again: "Come back, don't go any further, I know you are in pain, we can start over, I won't..."

"Who are you? I'll start a joke with you!" Zhang Mingli hung up the phone: "I don't know why, it's the same as when I was green before."

Going back to the car cursing, Zhang Mingli told what happened just now. Huang Ying didn't react too much, but Han Fei kept his eyes open. He stared at the candy wrappers and the phone on the side of the road, thoughtful.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Mingli asked casually seeing Han Fei frowning.

"You didn't throw the candy wrappers in the trash."

"I'm going, you scum with eleven girlfriends, you actually said that I littered? Is there any reason?" Zhang Mingli started the car, he seemed a little anxious in his heart, worried that he would be blocked by other things again, so he kept Speed ​​up.

The road at night is dangerous, the more anxious you are, the more accidents will happen.

The car hadn't been driving for a long time, and there was a sound of mourning and music in the distance. It was very scary to listen to it in the middle of the night.

"Mr. Zhang, drive slowly. If you die, you will never reach any destination." Han Fei reminded softly.

Ten seconds later, a funeral procession came oncoming. There were not many mourners, all of them were dressed in sackcloth and filial piety. No one was crying. They all lowered their heads and their faces were bloodless.

The vehicle transporting the coffin drove very slowly, and the weird driver also lowered his head, not looking at the road at all.

"It's really bad luck to have a funeral at night?" Zhang Mingli slowed down, he was afraid that he would bump into a loose funeral procession: "There are so many people who remember after death, so it's worth living."

There are old people and children in the team dressed in sackcloth and filial piety. Their feet don't seem to touch the ground, and they can't see shadows under the headlights of the cars.

Everyone in the team lowered their heads, but when they passed by Zhang Mingli's car, a child wearing mourning glanced at Zhang Mingli, and his little face changed instantly, as if he had seen a ghost.

The child grabbed the adult's arm and seemed to want to say something, but the adult directly covered his mouth and eyes and told him to follow the team.

The hearse where the coffin was parked slowly passed by, Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw the photo of the deceased on the coffin.

The photo was covered by a black cloth, and at the moment when it was blown by the night wind, a small half of the face of the portrait was exposed. The dead man in the photo was almost 90% similar to Zhang Mingli.

"already dead?"

The mourning and joy gradually receded, and this funeral procession seemed to be the "watershed" of the whole nightmare. After the hearse disappeared on the night road, the surrounding gloom became thicker, the road ahead became darker and darker, and the threat and murderous intent from the depths of the night became more and more intense. obvious.

"Where does this night road end?"

After staying away from the funeral procession, Zhang Mingli's words became less and less, and he encountered various problems every time he wanted to speed up.

The road conditions have deteriorated, there are dead trees and stones on the road, and large pits have been dug in some places. The vehicle is bumped, and the body has also suffered some damage. If this continues, the car may fall apart before the end of the drive.

"It doesn't matter. I often walk this road. The bumps and bumps are minor problems. It's not a problem." Zhang Mingli was comforting Han Fei and Huang Ying when he suddenly saw two cars parked not far away. The woman in red dragged her into the woods.

The woman who drank was unconscious, like a corpse, motionless and at her mercy. The three drunks had wretched smiles on their faces and held various tools in their hands.

"Fuck, why do I keep encountering these things?" Zhang Mingli started to slow down, he didn't hesitate much, after parking, he picked up the fire ax and rushed over: "You **** are worse than beasts! Dogs don't even know that!" Use such indiscriminate tricks!"

An ax smashed the window of the car in front. Zhang Mingli, like a madman, held the ax with both hands, and slashed at the drunk man!

The three drunks were frightened away by Jiu Jin, as if they knew they were right, they left the woman in red and disappeared into the woods.

"Wake up!" Zhang Mingli patted the unconscious woman's face, but she didn't respond at all: "Is this drugged? Girls should never drink drinks given by strangers when they go out!"

He really didn't want to be delayed by other things, but it would be dangerous to leave the unconscious woman alone on the road: "It's so annoying, I can't finish my work every day, a bunch of crap!"

He kept cursing, but Zhang Mingli carefully carried the woman in red on his back: "It's so **** heavy!"

It may be that these words hurt the woman in red, and she reacted in a coma. She raised her white arms slowly, and gently hugged Zhang Mingli's neck, and her soft red lips came close to Zhang Mingli's ear at some point , the tip of her tongue stuck out, as if she wanted to say something.

"Pretending to be unconscious? You step on the horse and move again, and I will kill you! I hate people lying to me most in my life! Come down for me!"

Zhang Mingli couldn't get rid of the opponent after several times of shaking. He walked towards his car, hoping that Han Fei and Huang Ying could help.

Every time he took a step forward, his footsteps would become heavy, and the woman's hair hung down, covering his sight a little bit.

"Mr. Zhang! This way!" Han Fei in the car yelled loudly, using the power of speech, and the breath of the curse was transmitted in the night. Zhang Mingli followed the sound and walked forward, and finally returned to the side of the car.

"Damn! This woman is so **** heavy!" His vision returned to normal, Zhang Mingli pointed behind him, but when he came to his senses, there was no woman in red on his back: "What the hell? Where is she?"

The woman in red was gone, but Zhang Mingli seemed a little older and haggard.

"There are a lot of ghosts on the road tonight. The ones you met just now were probably drunks and perverts. Fortunately, you are a tiger, otherwise you might be dragged into the woods." Han Fei didn't dare to get out of the car casually. This nightmare was very special. , the laughing ghost pattern kept reminding him that as long as he got off the car, he would die.

"What the hell? I just need to have a clear conscience." Zhang Mingli put the fire ax aside, and drove with a dull head.

Traveling at night was not peaceful, there were many twists and turns, Zhang Mingli and the others encountered all kinds of unexpected things, there were babies who suddenly crawled across the road, wild ghosts asking for directions, middle-aged ghosts looking for a substitute for the dead ghosts, and people chasing cars. Deserted graves.

The car also started to have some problems, and it didn't run as fast as before.

Zhang Mingli got out of the car to deal with all kinds of troubles on this night road alone, and he became more and more tired, his body was no longer tall and straight, and even cursing was not as full of anger as before.

"Can't we get rid of this grave? It's with us all the way, why don't we go down and dig it!" Zhang Mingli was straightforward. He saw the lonely grave from the rearview mirror. After holding back for a long time, he stopped again, hands Grabbing the fire ax, he got out of the car.

The solitary tomb was not too big, and he didn't know what was buried inside. Zhang Mingli saw a few crows constantly picking up stones from the mound.

"I'm stupid, Captain Mojin, right?"

He chased away the crow and chopped the ax on the grave.

Huang Ying and Han Fei in the car were watching him. At first they felt that Zhang Mingli had a big problem, and even suspected that he had killed his first girlfriend. But as they got along along the way, Han Fei and Huang Ying found that things didn't seem to be true. so.

"Everything we encounter on this night road is the confusion and troubles in his life. The female corpse that suddenly appears may represent a past relationship, which is obviously dead, but occasionally remembers it; the child next to the phone booth may It is a real child, or it may be a kind of sustenance for beauty; drunkards and perverts represent desires on the road of life, and all kinds of stones and big pits blocking the road are countless troubles in life; middle-aged ghosts looking for substitutes may be The leader of the company; the baby crawling across the road may be an aborted child; Zhang Mingli is getting more and more tired, and the car is starting to have more and more problems. The car should be a symbol of his own health." Han Fei and Zhang Mingli After getting out of the car, he immediately searched the car, hoping to find more clues.

"What does the grave chasing us represent?"

"Maybe it represents the house price that he will never be able to beat? Or it symbolizes the family?" Han Fei found many IOUs in the car, all of which were owed to Zhang Mingli by the same person. That person was also surnamed Zhang, called Zhang Yougui, and it seemed to be him. uncle.

"Based on your guess, this night road is Zhang Mingli's life. Now I am more and more curious about where the night road will end."

"I still have an immature idea." Han Fei put the IOU back in place: "The portrait offered by the funeral procession is very similar to Zhang Mingli. When the funeral kid saw Zhang Mingli, he showed a hellish expression instead. I wonder if Zhang Mingli is Already dead? But he doesn't know it?"

"It's possible!"

Halfway through the conversation between Huang Ying and Han Fei~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he found that the darkness outside the car window had been dispelled, and turned his head to look, Zhang Mingli directly lit a fire on the barren grave, and he found a lot of dead leaves and threw them on it , The fire is very strong!

After finishing these, Zhang Mingli took out three cigarettes, lit them and put them on the side of the grave: "Smoke is coming from the ancestral grave, your descendants must be rich and powerful, so don't chase me anymore!"

Zhang Mingli is a reckless person with extremely low quality, but he is very methodical and has his own way of thinking.

"Keep going!"

Glancing at the navigation, although the road was bumpy and tortuous, Zhang Mingli never thought of turning back.

The night train started, they were getting closer and closer to the finish line, and the night outside the car window became more and more dangerous.

Compared with when he first left the town, Zhang Mingli was much more haggard, but his eyes were still piercing, and the depths of his eyes were full of anticipation.

"It's time for my story to come to an end, do you want another cigarette?"