Doomsday housewives: the head of the family does not bow down

Chapter 90 Welcome
Simian frowned helplessly and asked, "Which of you can drive?"

The three of them shook their heads in unison.

After thinking about it, it is impossible for these three people to drive.

There are mountain roads right now, with cliffs on one side and cliffs on the other, with many sharp turns, steep slopes, heavy rain and fog, low visibility, and the road is muddy and slippery.

Simian was worried about Mu Cang's safety and secretly wanted to jump out of the car.

"You, you don't care about us, we...we don't know anything, and it's always Lao Yang who makes things up."

The hostess of the caravan was keenly aware of Si Mian's emotional changes, and she was no longer timid, and took two steps forward with her son in her arms, "Just, as long as you can save us, we can do whatever you want."

Simian was not distracted by her twinkling eyes. He had already thought about how to explain to Mu Cang that this group of people fell off the cliff and died after jumping out of the car.

"elder brother."

"Big brother."

The two children were so scared that they were about to cry.

When Simian looked at the little boy's chubby face, he thought of Xiao Zai hiding in the fresh air duct, biting his lips to hold back his tears. He sighed heavily and regarded it as a blessing.

He suddenly asked: "Do you think life is more important, or car?"

"Fate! It must be fate!" The hostess of the caravan didn't hesitate at all.

Si Mian nodded, "Alright then, sit down and fasten your seat belts. I don't blame me for the car crash."

Simian wanted to stop the car now. If it hit the mountain wall, there would be heavy casualties. There was farmland not far ahead. His idea was to rush down and let the car get stuck in the ditch.

"here we go!"

After making a sharp turn, the RV suddenly rolled off the road and slid towards the ditch.

The screaming in the car reached its peak again, Si Mian held the steering wheel, wanting to cut off her ears.

Qi fan funeral home.

Mu Cang took Xiao Zai and waited for two hours, but did not see Si Mian come back.

The rain is not letting up at all, and the temperature is getting lower and lower.

Xiao Zai was so cold that he shrunk into a small ball, snuggled into his mother's arms to keep warm with each other's body temperature, his stomach grunted from time to time.

It is already 01:30 in the afternoon.

The bulky luggage was placed in the car at the intersection, and Mucang didn't have much with him.

She took out a vacuum-packed sauced chicken drumstick and handed it to her son, "Let's eat it first."

Xiao Zai took the chicken leg and asked, "Mom won't you eat it?"

Mu Cang shook his head, "Mom waits for Brother Si Mian to come back and eat together."

Xiao Zai took a small bite of the chicken leg and sighed, "Is it like waiting for Dad? Then Mom must not be able to wait."

He quickly stuffed the chicken leg into Mucang's mouth and said fiercely: "Bite it off!"

Mu Cang had no choice but to take a bite, chewed carefully and said, "Adults have a big belly, they carry a lot of food, and they are very hungry. Children can't, so I eat by myself, so that I can have strength and grow up quickly."

Xiao Zai thought for a while, nodded seriously, and ate the chicken legs obediently.

Mu Cang stared at the dripping rainwater, and began to think about what preparations Si Mian would need to make if she hadn't returned to the funeral home before dark.

The ambulance had a flat tire, and she couldn't fix it for the time being.

The remaining materials can only be temporarily stored in the ambulance.

After all, a funeral parlor where no one is seen on the surface is not much safer than an ambulance with a lock.

Si Mian knows how to pick car locks, but she doesn't, so these funeral cars look warm, but she can't get in.

If you rest in the ventilation shed at night, you will definitely catch a cold tomorrow morning.

After comprehensive consideration, Mu Cang decided to take his son to the inside of the funeral parlor, even if he found a small utility room, it would be good to have a shelter from the wind and rain.

After waiting for another two hours, the rain showed no sign of letting up at all.

The sky gradually became dark, Xiao Zai had already leaned on her shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

Mu Cang looked at his watch, it was ten past six in the afternoon, and it would be difficult to explore the funeral home any later.

She gently shook her sleeping son to wake her up, and then used stones to mark the pillars they had been on, and then led her son to walk towards the building of Qishan funeral parlor in the rain.

This building has two floors on the left and right sides, and three floors in the middle.

Mu Cang took a quick look and chose the first room on the first floor on the far left.

This room has a separate small door, so you don't need to go through the main door to enter the whole building.

She walked over quickly with her son, pushed the door open, and locked it.

After walking around again, I found a glass window on the side, but with the green curtains drawn, I couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.

Mu Cang knocked on the glass, and after making a noise, he put his ear against the glass and listened carefully.

Apart from the pounding rain, she heard no other sounds.

Xiao Zai clasped his arms and rubbed them together, and asked, "Mom, is there a ghost?"

Mu Cang weighed the heavy ax in his hand, somewhat dumbfounded, "I thought you should be more afraid of zombies."

Xiao Zai shook his head stubbornly, "Brother Si Mian said that evil spirits are more terrifying than zombies."

Mu Cang replied casually: "Really?"

After groping for a while on the glass window, she found a satisfactory angle, then swung the round ax and struck with gravity!
bass--

After a crisp breaking sound, there came a sweet child's voice: Welcome~ come!
"what--"

Mu Cang is still doing well, but his son Xiao Zai has already closed his eyes and hugged his head and screamed!
As far as it goes, I haven't seen such a big reaction when I saw a zombie.

Mu Cang's scalp was numb from his screaming, and he turned around and covered his son's mouth, "Zaizai, open your eyes and see, what is it?"

Xiao Zai opened his eyes, his mouth was still open, but he didn't make any sound. He followed his mother's line of sight and looked at the broken window, but there was nothing.

Mu Cang let go of his hands and began to clean up the broken glass on the window frame. He heard his son ask, "Mom, a kid just said welcome."

Mu Cang cleaned up the glass shards, then opened the green curtains, revealing a doll hanging behind the curtains, and said, "It's not a child, it's a little monkey. There is one hanging at the door of many stores. Have you forgotten? It has a sensor function."

As he spoke, Mu Cang patted the monkey's butt again, and a crisp welcome came again.

Xiao Zai felt even weirder, he asked: "Why does the funeral home say... welcome?"

Yeah, there's no way the funeral home would say welcome.

So this thing was put in by someone else.

Mu Cang leaned forward and looked into the room. The room was not big, and the most conspicuous thing was the desk about 1.5 meters long in the middle.

There were no stationery documents on the desk at the moment, only a vermilion-colored rectangular board with a curvature. From a distance, it looked like a simple bed board. When I took a closer look, I realized it was a coffin lid.

There is a box of sewing baskets on the lid of the coffin. The large sewing needles that are as long as the fingers are covered with thick gray-blue thread. On the other end of the thread, there are dozens of human teeth that are as white as new, like gemstone beads. The same, there is a strange beauty.

(End of this chapter)