My name is Lu Mingfei, not Lu Mingfei!

Chapter 8 7. The Darkness of Rainfall and Wild Stream (7)

Low laughter came from the stereo, and Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment. He couldn't tell whether it was the noise of electricity or an accident recorded in the disc. But Lu Mingfei heard it clearly. The laughter was low and sinister, like the devil standing behind the protagonist in a ghost movie. You can imagine the mocking sneer on his face when he was about to succeed. She was so frightened that her spine ran cold, and she slowly turned around, only to see the continuous rain illuminated by the rear lights outside the car.

The man's expression changed, and green blood vessels jumped out of the corners of his eyes, like a restless snake. In Chu Zihang's memory, he was always typing loosely, as if it didn't matter if the sky fell, but at this moment, his face seemed as determined as freshly tempered fine steel.

He had never seen such an expression on a man, he was a completely different person.

Lu Mingfei felt that everything was wrong. With the arrival of the laughter, all the sounds around him disappeared. There was a slight vibration when the car was driving, the roar of the engine at super high speed, and the CD that was humming a female voice a second ago suddenly became mute. The car was even quieter than during the cold war. She could only hear her own increasingly heavy and frightened breathing. Voice.

There was a gentle knock on the car door. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang looked at the car window at their hands respectively. The black figure bending down looked polite and wanted to say hello to the people in the car. Chu Zihang thought it must be a traffic policeman. The broadcast said that the elevated road was closed. Anyone who dared to run on the road at this time would have to be stopped and criticized.

Chu Zihang stretched out his hand to lower the car window, but Lu Mingfei almost rushed over, hugged his arm and shook his head vigorously, her face turned pale.

The light and shadow on her side was better than that of Chu Zihang. Although the shadow disappeared after just a glance, she did clearly see that the black shadow had a weird face, just like the one in Scream Slender grimacing mask. But that person didn't just wear a fake thing on the highway in the middle of the night after eating too much to scare people, but his face just looked like that.

Overwhelming fear surrounded the entire car, and Chu Zihang's face turned pale because he saw the bright speedometer in the front row, which read 120 kilometers per hour. What could possibly follow a car at such speed and knock on the door at the same time?

The knocks on the door became more rapid, two, four, six, eight, and more and more figures gathered outside the car, with dazzling mercury light oozing from their faces, making the entire car pale.

Lu Mingfei held her head and squeezed hard towards Chu Zihang, not daring to look up at all. The things she had imagined before getting in the car were actually becoming reality... Will she see something more terrifying later? She didn't dare think about it.

Something like a knife cutting with claws slid across the glass with a creaking sound, and the entire car window was covered with shadows like ghost hands. The fingers of those things were actually longer than chopsticks, and just a few people could completely cover the car window. Cracks gradually formed on the glass, and Chu Zihang trembled and looked at the man in front of him.

"Don't be afraid... son!" the man whispered, his face as hard as cast iron, staring at the rearview mirror, "Fasten your seat belt!"

Those words were like a ray of light, piercing through the frightening darkness. Chu Zihang's spirit suddenly shook. He suppressed the fear in his heart, grabbed Lu Mingfei's wrist and helped her fasten the seat belt, and he also pulled tightly. He put the safety belt on his body. The man's words made him feel that as long as he did this, he would be fine.

When the accelerator was pressed to the bottom, the body of the Maybach vibrated, and the speed increased to more than 180 kilometers per hour in a few seconds, and it continues. It was raining heavily, and the water flowing freely across the elevated road could not be drained cleanly. The tires of the car were almost sliding forward. But those shadows seemed to be as fast as the Maybach. There was mercury light coming in from all directions, never ending, the golden pupils were as bright as torches, and there were rows of light on both sides of the headlights.

Chu Zihang suddenly had the feeling that it was not that the ghosts were running too fast, but that the entire elevated road was already lined with ghosts, welcoming them into the abyss at the end.

"Turn around! Let's turn around!" Chu Zihang shouted in panic.

"Useless son." The man smiled bitterly, "When you come to a place like this, you can only move forward. If you move forward, you will have a way to live. If you retreat, you will only die!"

Lu Mingfei was shaking as if she had epilepsy, and the whispers of ghosts lingered in her ears. So hungry... so thirsty... I want the flesh and blood of that child... Let us share this great life...

Logically speaking, it was impossible for the ghosts far away on both sides of the road to speak to her, but those voices seemed to penetrate through the bone marrow and penetrate into the soul. No matter how hard she tried to cover her ears, she could still hear her clearly, and the sound became more and more clear. It got louder and louder, and in the end it was just a string of unexplained sounds.

What was even more frightening was that she actually felt a hint of familiarity in those voices... When was it and where was it? How could she have seen these things knocking on car doors on the elevated road?

Chu Zihang also began to hear those weird whispers. The ghosts seemed to be singing some ancient hymn in unison, worming their way into his mind viciously like snakes. There was a sharp pain in the depths of his brain, and words and words composed of messy lines. The image of the broken lens flashed repeatedly in the depths of his mind.

The sky is glowing like blood, and the iron-blue edge extends to the distant skyline. The towering giant tree that once had lush branches and leaves stands there. One can't help but imagine that when it was still alive, its majestic figure almost blocked the sky. day, and the whole world shares its shade. But now it is dead. The black dead branches extend in all directions, supporting the broken sky. The blazing firelight falls from the gaps in the branches and leaves like rain, exploding into brilliant firelight on the cracked earth. Dead bones filled the wasteland, turning the land at the foot of the giant tree into a decaying pale color. A giant black beast was leaping up from the depths of the pile of bones, its wings covered with the corpses of the dead. It opened its huge bone wings and spit out black flames. The World Tree finally collapsed and the bloody sky fell, announcing the end of this world.

Farther away, an ancient army wearing grass skirts and holding spears was blowing charge horns. Huge burning blades fell from the sky and fell around them, but no one was timid. Groups of people were climbing up the dragon's wings, beating the dragon's wing bones with sharp iron awls. Thousands of arrows filled the sky with fire like rain, and people's roars resounded throughout the wasteland. White Steam emerged from the ground and obscured their last figures.

Above their heads, the sky is slowly falling, those distant myths and ancient history are disappearing, the rubble is sparsely rolled over the crowd, the black dragon's pupils seem to be flowing with golden lava, glaring condescendingly at everyone who resists him Small life.