dead me, join the horror game

After hearing the strange boy's request, Meyer's complexion turned pale instantly. How could he dare to play games with this ghost, but if he was asked to refuse, Meyer would definitely not dare. If he didn't agree to the request, the ghost would Not sure what will come out.

"I promise you, but..." After reducing the speed of the car, Meyer looked at the uninvited passenger sitting in the co-pilot, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "After playing the game with you, can you go from Uncle's car?"

"Okay, but let's play faster!"

After hearing Mayor's request, the weird boy mechanically turned his head and glanced at the rearview mirror, then said with a stiff smile, "Because Uncle's car is on fire, if you stay any longer, it will explode into the sky with a bang!"

Meyer: "?"

What the hell, what's on fire?

Wait, the car is on fire, or the tanker? !

As if realizing something, Meyer quickly turned his head and glanced at the rearview mirror beside him, his face turned from pale when frightened to bloodless in an instant.

At this time, the butt of the tank truck he was driving was ignited with a lot of sparks, in addition to rising black smoke.

The impact of the scene in front of him even made Meyer forget the weird threat beside him for a moment, his mind was almost frightened, and when he turned his head, his face was full of shock. After thinking twice, he decisively stepped on the accelerator and started Fuel the engine and get ready to cover the distance at top speed.

In this case, the fuel tanker must not slow down. He has to drive the fuel tanker to the finish line and get off. If this thing explodes near him, the consequences will be extremely serious.

This is dozens of tons of gasoline. It is no exaggeration to say that everything within a radius of hundreds of meters has to be sent to the sky by this tanker truck. It can be called a realistic version of a "car bomb".

"Uncle, why don't you speak?"

Looking at Meyer, who was sweating profusely, staring at the road ahead and slamming on the accelerator, the weird boy tilted his head in doubt: "Are we not playing games?"

"Don't play? Don't play? Don't play?"

Its voice is hoarse, like a broken radio, and if you don't listen carefully, you can't hear what it is saying.

However, the dissatisfaction in its heart can be heard from the tone of it saying this sentence. It seems that it is angry at Meyer's behavior of ignoring it after agreeing to play with it, and its tone is even colder.

This action scared Meyer, who was already frightened and mentally fragile, and quickly nodded and said: "Play, definitely play! But first tell me what you want to play?"

"Well... what are you playing... yes, what are you playing?"

Meyer's soul question made the weird boy stunned for a moment. He stared at the front stupidly and began to think about life.

Seeing that Wei Wei started to be in a daze and shut himself up, Meyer stopped paying attention to it, and continued to drive the car with a concentrated expression on the steering wheel. The dense obstacles on the road ahead made him distracted, so he had to put all his energy on driving. just work.

However, at this moment, the boy's rotten and withered black arms suddenly lay across in front of him, and he grabbed the steering wheel under Meyer's shocked gaze. In order to prevent the opponent from controlling the steering wheel in front of them, one person and one ghost began to wrestle using the steering wheel as a field.

"Uncle, let go!"

Seeing that Meyer actually tried to prevent it from controlling the steering wheel, the weird boy squinted his eyes and yelled unhappily. The words he said made Meyer's blood pressure soar: "Let go of it and let me play! I want to play this! This is fun !"

"No, this steering wheel is not fun to play with!" Meyer refused to give in to the unreasonable request made by the weird boy, and refused righteously: "If you play with this, uncle's life will be gone... "

After hearing Meyer's answer, the weird boy simply stopped acting, glared at him fiercely, and then threatened: "I don't care, if you don't let me play, your life will really die!"

Meyer: "..."

Okay, you won, I won't rob you.

When the damn boy uttered such harsh words, Meyer didn't dare to disobey. In order not to be killed suddenly by its inexplicable violent rise, Meyer had no choice but to obediently hand over control of the steering wheel to it.

Seeing that Meyer obediently gave up under its threat of violence, the weird boy easily declared his sovereignty over the tanker, and triumphantly grabbed the steering wheel and began to play with it.

Fortunately, the gas pedal and brakes are still under Meyer's control. If you just let this ghost play with the steering wheel, nothing major will happen... right?

"Crack!"

Under Meyer's shocked gaze, the steering wheel was dismantled violently by the boy. It didn't seem to have expected this to happen. It was so frightened that it let go of its hand, and the heavy steering wheel came out and slammed on the ground. On Maiye's crotch, if he hadn't reacted quickly and clamped his legs, this would have almost crippled his brother Maiye.

"Fack! What are you doing!"

The next second when he clamped the steering wheel with his legs, Meyer stepped on the brake decisively, and stopped the burning fuel tanker before the accident happened, and then turned his head angrily to question the ghost. The boy said: "Why do you need to remove the steering wheel?"

"Huh? What about people?"

Looking at the empty passenger seat, Meyer was taken aback for a moment. The weird boy who removed his steering wheel disappeared strangely, as if he had never appeared before.

If he hadn't seen the steering wheel being unscrewed by that ghost thing with his own eyes, he might even have regarded today's events as hallucinations, but he was sure that all of this was definitely not a fantasy, but something that really happened.

Damn it, it must have been specially sent by that old man Sam to make the game more difficult for him, they must all be together, the purpose is to make him unable to complete this task!

"呲呲呲-"

After turning off the car music, the sound of sparks coming from the buttocks of the fuel tanker was extremely refreshing. Meyer felt dizzy for a while. Seeing that the fuel tank behind the car would not last long, once the fire burned If the outer shell is worn, the dozens of tons of gasoline inside will send him to the sky.

Right now he has two choices, one is to continue to drive the tanker without a steering wheel until it reaches the finish line, and the other is to pull off the seat belt and abandon the car, giving up the race.

At present, the first option can be abandoned. Although he can drive, the premise is that the car has a steering wheel.

It’s hard for a clever woman to live without rice, even the most skilled driver can’t do anything to get this car without a steering wheel, not to mention the twists and turns of the road in front of him, without a steering wheel, there is no guarantee where the tanker will go , If the car overturns, then it will really be a big deal.

"Hey, why is this seat belt so strong?"

After determining the next target, Meyer tried to break free from the seat belt that firmly fixed him on the seat, but no matter how hard he tried to pull it out, he could not shake the thin seat belt at all, and even pulled out Even the small knife in his pocket couldn't cut it.

What's the matter, why can't it be cut?

Puzzled, he grabbed his seat belt and took a closer look in front of him. His face, which was not so good at all, instantly became stinky, and he almost cursed his mother.

What kind of seat belt is this? What is wrapped around him is clearly a pile of fine and long women's hair. Every time a cluster is cut off with a knife, another cluster will grow again, and it is impossible to cut it off!

What to do, urgent, wait online...

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ps: I feel that I have almost rested (should) try to see if I can start to recover and add changes tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.