Requiem Chapter 75: Ghost in the Radio
"Uh...it's okay." Yin Hun threw away the empty bowl in his hand and apologized to Shen Feifei who was full of anger. He was too excited just now and did not grasp the direction of the black dog blood. Instead, most of it was splashed on this loli. At this moment, her pink suspender skirt was already black, as if it had rolled in the mud. Even Tang Yan was in a very embarrassed state. The right sleeve of her skirt turned from white to black.
Old Zhao saw all of this in the rearview mirror and smiled mischievously: "Alright, alright, as long as he's fine, don't make a fuss about it. At most, I can ask this guy to compensate you with a new set of clothes."
"Huh." Shen Feifei pouted. "I bought this dress in France. Can this poor uncle afford to pay for it ?"
Yin Hui raised his lips and said, "That's easy. If you can't afford the compensation, I'll sell you to human traffickers. I'll see whether I should pay you by the piece or by the kilogram."
"you……"
"Stop messing around. I'm going to speed up." After saying that, Old Zhao stepped on the clutch, and the car immediately shot out of the checkpoint with a "whoosh".
Putting the Golden Money Sword against the outside of his thigh, Yin Hun leaned back and took a deep breath. The despair did not dissipate as the ghosts of Zhou Haiqing and others were defeated. On the contrary, it became even stronger than before, which made him feel more uneasy.
"Cack... Cack... Cack..." The car hadn't driven a hundred meters when a burst of laughter like the sound of a hacksaw blade rang out in the car again. It was sinister and unpleasant.
"Master..." Yin Hui jumped up reflexively and looked around in horror.
Safe and sound.
"Don't be nervous, let me see what's going on. It seems that the sound is right next to us." Old Zhao looked around the control panel with a dark face. Finally, he found that the strange sound came from his bag.
He reached out and tremblingly took out a worn-out old radio. The radio was small, bronze-colored, and had an old-fashioned metal antenna. Just as he took out the radio, a sharp and high-pitched noise came from the radio. His hand shook and the radio fell, hitting the steering wheel heavily. The battery fell out and spilled blood all over the floor.
The strange sound suddenly stopped, and the oppressive and cold feeling disappeared...
Old Zhao looked at his blood-stained watch, and the hour hand happened to point to 6:10 in the morning. At this time, the old radio that had lost its power suddenly lit up green, and a female voice floated out from it: "Welcome to listen to the live broadcast of the radio. It is now 6:10 in the morning. The radio station will insert the latest traffic information for you..."
Old Zhao pricked up his ears, and Yin Hun followed suit, followed by Tang Yan and Shen Feifei.
They all understand: when something is abnormal, there must be something wrong!
"A serious accident occurred on Highway 606 near the Changzhuang Funeral Home. A Chery sedan was thrown off a cliff... and no one survived!" the woman on the radio said sarcastically.
Changzhuang Funeral Home, Highway 606, serious accident... These words jumped around in Yin Hui's mind like LED lights.
"Not good!" He and Old Zhao looked at each other suddenly, and they could see each other's thoughts.
Chery, Chery, isn’t it your car?
At the same time, just to their left, the owner of the Mazda sedan suddenly raised his head in a stiff smile. The car window partitioned the sunlight, making his pale and colorless face as white as rice paper.
The next second, the Mazda suddenly spun on the spot and crashed towards Yin Hui like a gyroscope.
Old Zhao reacted quickly and made a sharp turn. The car drifted out from the roof of the sewer on the side of the road. Yin Hun's body suddenly leaned forward and his head hit the windshield, which was broken into pieces. Yin Hun's head was broken and blood was flowing. The flying glass also cut his face. Yin Hun felt a deep pain and almost fainted.
Of course, he did not faint, because a series of loud noises pulled him out of his dizziness. When he looked at the road again, the Mazda had crashed into the position where his car had been. Several private cars speeding behind him braked, but due to the strong inertia, they continued to collide in a semicircle.
"boom……"
The clanging sound of the collision continued to increase in volume. Tang Yan and Shen Feifei quickly covered their ears, but the huge noise still made their ears ring.
When the danger has just passed, that is when human vigilance is most relaxed.
A pale woman's face brushed against the glass...
Then, she smiled... her smile was so malicious, so ferocious...
As if infected by her, the drivers of the five or six cars that rear-ended her also raised their bloodstained heads at the first moment as if they had acted as a catalyst. Their faces were equally pale, and there was the same cruel smile on the corners of their mouths .
Woo... This is the sound of the engine, but it sounds like crying.
Six wrecked cars retreated at the same time, turning the steering wheel, the target, Yin Hun!
Yin Hun saw it all and was anxious. In a panic, he pushed Tang Yan out of the car. Over there, Old Zhao had already thrown Shen Feifei out swiftly.
"Get out of the car quickly and drag the two girls to the sewer." Old Zhao shouted.
"Master, what about you?"
"I will find a way myself, so hurry up and do it!" After saying that, Old Zhao opened the car door and pushed Yin Hun out regardless of the other party's struggle.
The noise was getting louder and louder. When Yin Hun got up from the ground, the cars were only four or five meters away from him. His expression changed, and he somehow found the strength to pull Tang Yan and Shen Feifei to a safe place. When he looked back, a huge dent had been made in the car, and it rolled down the cliff like it had fallen headfirst.
"Master." Yin Hun's eyes were red and he shouted loudly, but the only response he got was the billowing black smoke from under the cliff.
Just when he was completely desperate, the railing at his feet suddenly made a sound. He looked carefully and found something similar to a climbing claw stuck on it. As the rope was tightened, it made a hard sound. Yin Hui seemed to understand something. His eyes lit up and he lay on the railing and looked down. Under him, Old Zhao was moving his hands back and forth, his body hanging parallel to the mountain wall, and the rope in his hand was connected to the climbing claw.
Yin Hun was surprised. He didn't expect that Old Zhao not only had extraordinary Taoist skills, but also had such advanced kung fu.
The hook was thrown out in milliseconds, and the out-of-control car was rescued in milliseconds.
These points show how powerful Old Zhao's skills are.
"Go on." Old Zhao swung his right hand, pulled the bag on his back and threw it up. Yin Hun reached out and grabbed it, then helped Old Zhao pull the rope up.
"Hey, hey! No need."
Old Zhao smiled slightly, his body suddenly curled up, he pressed his hands downwards, and with the help of strong inertia, he flipped up from the cliff . The whole process seemed like an acrobatic performance that could only be seen in a circus.
He coughed twice, and when he stood still again, there was a bloody cut on his body. It was caused by the glass when he escaped from the car. The wound was deep in the flesh, and it felt cold and painful when the wind blew.
But Old Zhao couldn't care less about all these at the moment. He sat on the ground, breathing heavily, and then silently looked at the wreckage of cars lying around him.
Fortunately, only my car fell off the cliff. Judging from the appearance of other vehicles, there should be no casualties.
Thinking of this, Old Zhao heaved a long sigh of relief: "We finally escaped." Glancing at Tang Yan and Shen Feifei who were still in shock, he smiled and comforted them: "Girls, let's go! The car is gone, so we can only walk."
Fortunately, this place is not far from the destination, so there is not much difference whether you have a car or not.
Yin Hui pulled his collar and looked at the only two soft Zhonghua cigarettes left in the cigarette box. He laughed dumbly, put one in his mouth, and flicked the other to Old Zhao: "Master, I didn't realize you're so skilled!"
Old Zhao rolled his eyes at him unhappily: "After all, your master was a soldier for a few years and learned his skills on the battlefield."
The two of them walked along the street, smoking Zhonghua cigarettes. To Lao Zhao, Zhonghua was a 100% luxury item. Although his salary was high, even comparable to that of a white-collar worker, he always thought smoking was a waste, so he was unwilling to spend his stacks of money on this thing.
But it is different for Yin Hui. This is a question of values. His main hobby is to drink Nutri-Express. Although this hobby is not very masculine and has no manliness, he likes the taste of Nutri-Express. The money earned should be spent on his own preferences. Who knows how long a person can live? It is better to spend as much as you earn and enjoy the colorful world.
Sure enough, not far away, I saw a square building standing on the side of the road, surrounded by bare hills. Under the shadow of the rising sun, this only human building looked a little desolate. Of course, there was nothing that could be done about it. Only when a funeral home is built in such a place will it not cause too much controversy, after all, some people would dislike that it would destroy the feng shui of their home. Conflicts caused by such reasons were common to Yin Hui.
"Master, so Tang Yan is okay now, right?" Yin Hun stopped.
"Well, maybe!" Old Zhao shook his head: "If Zhang Xiuting is willing to let Tang Yan go, then her life will still be smooth and unaffected. But if she is unwilling, then there will be big trouble. We will continue to be tortured by this life and death game and have mental breakdowns."
Yin Hui took a deep puff of the cigarette in his hand to hide the fear in his heart. For some reason, he always felt that this matter would not end so easily.
