Paper horse incense shop

"It's taboo for public to lose and it's taboo for public to lose!"

It was difficult for me to escape from the world where the sky and the earth hung upside down, so I could only squeeze out the name through my teeth.

The world was noisy and silent, and no one answered my cry.

I could only rely on my impression of where Midao had left his hand, trying to reach Midao and get out of the situation where he was trapped by the airbag.

It's a pity that I didn't get the Ming Dao as I wished.

I first touched a face full of warmth and moisture.

There was a slight stubble on that face, a collapsed nose, and further down, there was a wound that was bleeding.
Everything is there except breathing.

Naturally, this cannot be the face of Gong Shuji.

I moved my head slightly with difficulty to look, and sure enough, it was the driver's seemingly amiable face.

The last expression on his face was one of confusion and disbelief. His eyes were wide-open and staring at me, but there was no life left.

Because the wound on my neck was the Ming Dao that I couldn't touch for a long time.

The airbag bounced the knife onto the driver's neck, almost cutting off most of his neck. Only the back of the neck had some flesh adhesion.

In this case, a person's life can be killed almost instantly, so it is naturally impossible for him to still be alive.

The panicked footsteps outside the car gradually approached in the rain, but before I could shout for help, I left again.

I heard it, I heard it again.

The man's footsteps were called back by a sharp female voice, and the two got into the car not far away, and then started the vehicle.

The rumbling sound of rain mixed with the sound of vehicles starting, making it difficult to tell whether it was reality or the last fantasy of an ordinary person killed by a villain in a heroic story before dying.

The rain was still so loud.

My heart gradually became colder. I reluctantly pulled out the knife from the neck of the person next to me, and used the blood-stained knife to cut open the front airbag.

Then, he used his sword to break the last bits of glass on the window, and climbed out of the way.
But there is no birth.

"Gongshuji!"

“It’s taboo for public to lose!!!”

I struggled to break the window of the back seat of the taxi in the heavy rain, trying to take out the urn in Gong Shuji's arms.
But it didn't work.

There is no urn anymore.

No more.

Gong Shuji's shoulders were covered with tiny wounds. He had his eyes closed, but he was still breathing.

At the last second when the car accident occurred, he tried to bend down to protect the urn as before, but failed.

The impact of a rollover is completely different from the impact of sudden braking.

So, the urn shattered.

Moreover, I don’t know if it is related to the weight of the two bodies in the trunk. The front seat is still some distance from the ground, but the roof of the back seat is completely flat with the ground.

What does this mean?

This means that all the wind and rain flowing down the river will pour into the back seat.

The gray powder was contaminated by the rain and Gong Shuji's blood, gradually revealing its original appearance.

I saw.

I'm sure I saw it.

I see the chaos of the world gradually moving away from me.

I saw under the dome that was struck by lightning, among the broken altar pieces in Gong Shuji's arms, there was something vaguely shining in the dark night.

It's not gold, silver or jade.

No.

It's a porcelain tooth.

I have seen it, because it was exchanged for the scholarship I had saved for a long time.

When he first changed it, my second uncle would often open his mouth to show people the teeth and show off that it was his child who changed them for him.

It was originally, and should have been, honestly placed in the second uncle's mouth, on the left, in the lower row, third from the bottom.

But here it is.

why?

The Ming Dao in my hand crashed to the ground. I just lay on the ground and stretched out my hands, trying hard to pull out Gong Shuji who was clinging to the pile of things.

I don't know what I'm shouting.

It's probably just nonsense like the name.

I wouldn’t want to hear it myself, and I probably wouldn’t want to hear it on a rainy night either.

Or--

Even if you hear it, you won't pity me for it. So, everything I did turned out to be meaningless.

Gong Shuji's cold hand held me back, which helped me regain some of my consciousness.

Maybe it was because my movements were too rough that I woke him up from his coma.

"Give your second uncle to me."

In the heavy rain, I seemed to hear what I said.

Gong Shuji's other hand still didn't make any move. He lowered his head. When he raised it again, his lips opened and closed. I only heard one word:

"run"

Gongshuji is pushing me:

"run!"

The cold rain rushed over me, but my internal organs were clearly burning.

I didn't listen to what he said, I just extended my hand to Gong Shuji again.

Gong Shuji finally changed his expression. He originally held my hand and pushed me gently. He was so angry that he said:

"run"

"Don't come over, there's something in this jar"

I know I know.

I'm not blind.

Something warm was winding down the water, and I was still struggling to pull Gong Shuji away.

I heard my voice again:

"I can't run away"

"Where can I run to?"

"My dad is right here."

I can't leave.

The male voice on the radio was right. We did not encounter a tunnel, and I was destined to die trapped on this stretch of road.

Because my dad stayed here.

Because for the rest of my life, I will recall this rainy night every moment.

The rain took away the father who raised me.

And I, as a daughter, can't even keep him and worship him.

I am destined to die in this dark night far away from the sky.

Gong Shuji's face was in pain, but I still pulled him out, followed by severe pain in my hands.

Something wrapped around my wrist along with the blood that was dripping from me.

The thing squeezed in along the wound on my wrist, as if it wanted to drain all the blood from my body along my blood vessels.

I didn't look at my hands.

I just want the pile of ashes washed away by the rain.

I seemed to hear myself crying and screaming.

Because it's really jarring.

Hovering on this road for a long time.

'Rain will wash away anything', this saying is true.

I wasn't able to catch any ashes.

I couldn't keep my second uncle's ashes.

I didn't get to see my second uncle for the last time.

".Xiaobai, Xiaobai!"

Gong Shuji seemed to be hugging me. His body was as cold as a corpse, without any warmth. But the next second, I heard the most touching words:
"I got it, in my hand."

On the hand, Gongshu Ji’s hand.

The last bit, the ashes.

The sound of the world falling apart gradually faded away. I held his hand and used all my strength to hold it in my arms, using my body to block the wind and rain from the outside world.

In the chaotic light and shadow, a voice seemed to come to the side of the overturned vehicle again.

There was a quarrel gradually approaching, and finally the man's voice overcame the sharp female voice and came to our side:
".sorry Sorry."

"We just got confused" (End of Chapter)