The sweet mourning beauty and the King of Hell are killing each other like crazy in the world

So, under Gu Yichen's instructions, the pony carriage drove the business car with the momentum of a steam train.

On the way, Sister Rose fainted in the car. After spitting out the car window a few times, she hugged the soul-locking box and went back by herself.

I glanced at Xiao Ma's back guiltily, then looked at Gu Yichen, "It's all my fault. If I wasn't in the car, you two would have gone back long ago."

Xiao Ma was flattered and comforted me a few words.

Gu Yichen said nothing and just held my hand.

The three of us just clanked all the way back to the door of the paper-making shop.

Brother Ma drove the car into the backyard of the hotel and went to rest.

Gu Yichen and I turned around and went back to the paper shop.

In fact, I was also dizzy and nauseated, but I really had no reason for the attack. After all, the driver was driving to pull me away.

I washed my face and lay directly on the bed.

The window was open, and a gust of evening breeze blew over, making me feel better.

Just when I was about to fall asleep, a burst of fragrance drifted into my nostrils.

"The wontons I brought from next door, do you want to get up and eat some?" Gu Yichen sat on the edge of the bed and asked me softly.

As soon as these words entered my ears, my stomach began to growl.

If I don't get up and eat wontons, I'll be sorry for my stomach.

Sitting at the small table in the kitchen, as soon as the wontons entered my stomach, I sweated a little and felt much better.

I just wanted to talk to Gu Yichen about what happened just now. After all, the evil ghost who committed seppuku had escaped.

You can't just let him do evil.

But before I could say anything, I heard the bang of the rolling shutter door being smashed.

"Open the door, is there anyone? Open the door, it's urgent." A hoarse man's voice came in.

I looked at Gu Yichen and said, "Brother Yichen, would you like to open the door and take a look."

The rolling shutter door outside was still being banged and banged, and I heard the sound very clearly, anxious and mixed with crying.

Gu Yichen stretched out his left hand, counted a few times on his slender fingers, and then said, "Open the door. There are living people outside."

I raised my eyebrows. This guy is really a ghost. He can obviously go through the wall to check, but he still has to count with his fingers here.

I poured the last mouthful of hot soup into my stomach and burped, "Hey~, I'll open it."

"I'll go with you." He smiled at me.

I let out a sigh of relief. Ever since I came back from the car that made a clanging noise, I felt that I didn't like him anymore.

I was holding a breath in my heart, but now I feel relieved, my head doesn't hurt so much, and I'm even more nervous now.

As I walked out, I couldn't help but complain, "Brother Yichen, next time I go out to work, can the commercial vehicle be repaired?"

Gu Yichen responded dully, "Well, let's repair it first. If it doesn't work, we'll have to save money and get a new one."

I cursed, is he learning from me to be stingy?

Or are you just stingy to begin with? Just be a little more generous to me now?

The further you walked towards the door, the less you heard the sound.

I was wondering, was it that the person outside couldn't open the door and simply left?

"Crash..." I pulled up the rolling shutter door and opened the glass door.

The scene before me caught me off guard.

There was a taxi parked next to the door.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the ground in front of the store, wiping his nose and tears from his face and throwing them to the ground. He was still mumbling and crying, "Shaojie, Shaojie, yes." Didn't you come back to see dad? Come back and say a few words to me, okay? Dad misses you! Hey, the store is open?" Gu Yichen and I looked at each other, but Gu Yichen didn't say anything.

His expression let me know that the person in front of me was safe.

Obviously, the taxi belonged to the uncle sitting on the ground. In other words, the uncle was a master taxi driver.

The middle-aged uncle staggered to his feet and wiped his hand directly on himself. He wanted to extend his hand to shake my hand, but then he retracted in embarrassment.

"Are you the master of this paper-making shop?"

I was a little curious, "Well, I work in a paper-making shop. Uncle, are you banging on the door so late? Do you have something important to do?"

"Well, I want to see my son. He was sitting in my car just now, and then... wu wu wu..." The uncle was so emotional that he couldn't continue and started crying.

"Uncle, come into the store and talk." I pointed to the sofa inside the store door.

The uncle looked up and took a look, then staggered over and sat down.

I handed the uncle a pack of tissues and watched him take it.

The uncle began to talk about what happened before.

He said his surname was Shen, that he was a taxi driver and that he was in his fifties.

He drives hard every day, driving for more than ten hours. Except for sleeping and eating, he drives all the time. Others work two shifts, but in order to make money, he basically doesn't use it. He drives for more than ten hours by himself. Hours.

Usually, other drivers usually gather for dinner or something during their breaks, but he almost never participates and just keeps his head down while driving.

All this was to make more money. His wife at home was mentally ill and was sent to a nursing home by him.

A few hours ago, he ran to the city near the outer ring.

I saw a man waving to stop a car from a distance, even though the weather was still relatively hot.

But the passenger was all wrapped up in a windbreaker, hat and mask.

In addition, the lights on the outer ring road were dim, so Master Shen couldn't see the passenger clearly.

After the passengers took their seats in the back row, a destination appeared.

Although it is also in the city, it basically spans the east and west districts. The distance is not close, and the drive takes about half an hour.

Master Shen started the car and hit the road without thinking too much.

Because a section of the road is being dug to separate rainwater and sewage, it is closed.

The drive was not very smooth.

Master Shen explained to the passengers in the back seat while driving, asking if they should take a detour or which way would be better.

But the passengers in the back seat never spoke to me.

Therefore, Master Shen could only follow a relatively smooth route.

However, what makes Master Shen a little strange is that after running twice, he found that it was a dead end road.

But he just ran through here a few days ago, and there was no blockade at that time.

Maybe it was because the rainwater and sewage separation was dug here, and we had to speed up the progress, so we blocked it.

At that time, Master Shen didn’t think much about it.

The time ran a bit long and the destination was never reached. Master Shen felt a little uneasy. He was an experienced driver himself, how could he drive so chaotically, driving the wrong way several times, and the road in front of him became very unfamiliar.

As we hit an intersection ahead, the passenger in the back seat spoke, "We're here, pull over. You're getting older, so take a rest."

In fact, we haven't reached our destination yet, but the passengers have said that we should pull over.

As soon as the car stopped, Master Shen took a careful look at the surrounding environment. His face suddenly changed. He turned around and looked at the back row. Where is there any trace of him? (End of chapter)