There was a loud bang, and shadows in the dark night fell on the road in front of the truck. Hasley looked up, only to find that the road ahead had been blocked by birds. There was a sound of footsteps in the window, and it was a bird pacing on it. She looked to the left and right again, and as before, the flock of birds had filled the open space to the left and right. Without looking back, Hesley may be able to guess that the rear of the car is also a black press.

Hasiley knew that as soon as the car started, many birds would be run over alive in front of it. She stepped on the accelerator and couldn't help but pause.

After a moment of hesitation, the birds began to attack the black wagon. The sound of collision kept coming, and finally woke up the sleeping Yang Dawei. He only glanced at it slightly, and he roughly understood something. "Close your eyes, put your foot on the gas, just go straight and don't do anything. ”

Hathily also understood that if she didn't follow her husband's instructions, she was afraid that the two would die in the belly of the bird. She was ruthless, and sure enough, she closed her eyes, and as soon as she pressed her feet, the truck began to move. She could feel the initial resistance, as if the car was driving in a swamp. She couldn't see it, but she could understand that piles of birds had flattened under the wheels of the car, and had never been able to live again.

The old man at the gas station was long gone, probably hiding in the house, watching the movement.

The resistance of the car became less and less, and by the end Hathily could no longer feel it. When she opened her eyes, she saw that the headlights shone on the open road, and there was not a single bird left.

Yang Dawei hurriedly asked his wife to stop the car and came to the driver's seat by himself.

After a moment's pause, you can hear the faint sound of wings vibrating. Yang Dawei didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly drove forward.

The car has been speeding at a speed of more than 50 kilometers per hour, and when the dawn appeared in the early morning, Yang Dawei did not slow down slightly.

When passing by a breakfast restaurant, Yang Dawei hurriedly called for a hug, then took the food to the car and continued to drive on the winding avenue. From the gradually brightening morning light, Yang Dawei saw no trace of the bird.

Even with full attention, Yang Dawei's car still brushed the cliff several times. The truck's engine also failed, and he could hear the noisy part of the sound, getting louder and louder. The whole wagon was like a bull that had been ploughing the field for three days and three nights, exhausted and panting, and it seemed that the next moment it would fall from it again.

Yang Dawei had to slow down. Not only to relax their cranial nerves a little, but also to let this old truck have a longer vitality and take them further.

However, a crow was accidentally woken up on the way. It flew directly onto the glass of the front window, croaking at the people inside.

Similarly, a flock of birds rose nearby and swooped in the direction of the car.

Yang Dawei had no choice but to step on the accelerator again and let the truck shoot along the road to the south like an arrow from the string.

The crow in the window never got rid of it. It had been croaking, with black eyes much larger than the usual birds, and peeking out of the car window from time to time. It walked up and down the window to obstruct Yang Dawei's view of the car. Because it is told to drive, the speed of the car is already very fast, if you can't see the road in front of you, it is easy to rush off the guardrail, hit the cliff, and explode, so Yang Dawei's head is also left and right, trying to bypass the huge black pattern in the field of vision.

At a bend that was almost close to 90 degrees, the crow on the car window moved its body down, just blocking Yang Dawei's vision. Yang Dawei had already seen a bend in front of him, so he hurriedly stepped on the brakes when he couldn't see the road clearly. The old car tires stood still, making two deep marks on the road and making a screeching sound.

Yang Dawei sat up straight, his eyes went straight ahead, and he saw the winding lane turning to the left at 90 degrees. He hurriedly turned the steering wheel to the left. The rear of the truck drifted and hit the guardrail of the road on the right. As you can see from the rearview mirror, there is a large concave block on the body.

The crow on the window flapped its wings, croaked, and shook its head at Yang Dawei's face in the driver's seat, very proud.

The anger that I didn't have in my stomach didn't know why I was suddenly hooked up by this crow. Yang Daweiyuan opened his eyes, panted rapidly, and suddenly took his personal pistol from his waist, shot it at the crow's head.

The sound of gunfire accompanied by the sound of glass shattering. The crow, still with mocking eyes, was blown into countless black feathers, and its severed limbs scattered to the ground.

Yang Dawei looked at the black feathers all over the ground in front of him, and felt a lot more comfortable. However, the windows were shattered, and if the birds were surrounded again, there would be nothing to stop them from invading, and they had to find a place to repair the car and fix the window glass.

Hathily looked at him worriedly and said, "Are you okay?"

Yang Dawei smiled slightly and said, "It's okay." He continued to drive without saying a word.

The devastated truck, after turning the ninety-degree straight bend, could no longer increase its speed. Yang Dawei had already stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, but the truck still maintained a moderate speed, and shook left and right, and seemed to fall apart at any time.

Through the car window, Hasley glanced into the distant sky, and saw a very thin black line appear in the blurred orange light there. Not only was she leaning against the side of the window, but there was also an extremely thick black line on the other side of the distant sky, as if a brush had drawn a circle along the skyline.

The eastern sky, where it is down, is orange-red, and the top is clear, and the black line is exactly in the middle of the two hues, which makes the scenery very beautiful. Not long after, the slightly curved ink line expanded towards this side and became a "dark cloud".

While Hathiley was still wondering what it was, when she saw the change, she immediately understood that it was some birds. Because of the large number of small birds, they are overwhelming, and they are clustered together, so from a distance, it looks like an extremely large black cloud.

She anxiously shouted at Yang Dawei: "Drive faster, those birds are chasing again!"

Yang Dawei looked at the surrounding sky, a look of despair flashed in his eyes, but soon his expression returned to normal. They couldn't escape, and from the moment they killed Xiong Chou, they couldn't escape at all. The reason why they have been alive for so many days is only because the birds have not really attacked. They hate themselves, the real murderers behind the scenes, and of course they have to torture them before they let themselves die in pain.

He had seen exactly what they were going to do. He didn't know if he should tell Heatley what he understood. For more than ten years, the two have relied on each other for their lives, going south and north, she has never given up on him, even if he is covered in blood, she has never said that he is dirty, but just hugged him and comforted him.

Thinking like this, the truck still limped forward, but the speed was getting slower and slower. In the sky, flocks of birds from all directions quickly chased after them, hovered over the heads of the trucks, and began to chirp.

The flock of birds did not attack the two people in the car, but screamed around the truck, and some of the birds would hit the car with their bodies and open their beaks and shout at the people inside the car.

Perhaps Hathiley was used to seeing such a scene, although the flock of birds she encountered this time was the largest and most numerous, and there was no fear or fear in her demeanor.

"Dawei, can't we escape?" a small black bird, swooping down from mid-air, slammed headfirst into the glass window on Hasiley's side. Hasily just turned her face to look at it blankly, and she didn't care.

When the two of them were together, Hasley rarely called him Dawei. Yang Dawei remembers the last time he was called like this was many years ago. At that time, he was still in Pingle City, in front of a gangster in the Honggang Gang. He had a conflict with the boss of another KTV, and they asked each other to cut each other at night. Both teams were fierce, slashing from twelve o'clock in the evening until five in the morning. Many people died, and Yang Dawei probably lost more than half of his manpower, but the boss of the other party was hacked to death by him.

When she returned home, Hathiley looked at her bloody husband with a gentle look in her eyes, neither fear nor disgust. He lay in the crook of her arm, listening to his wife's unspoken words, and gradually fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, Yang Dawei swore that he would never betray his wife.

Now, she called herself that again. Yang Dawei understands that this is a gentle comfort, but this moment is somewhat different from the past. Her eyes were as clear as water, no fear, no fear, but still as tender as ever.

Yang Dawei thought, maybe he didn't need to explain. The wife had understood the situation of the two of them.

There is a deserted warehouse in front of it, surrounded by wild grass and seabirds. Inside, there were barrel-like remains, and some fish bones were emerging from the black earth. It seems that this place used to transport seafood and other things.

Yang Dawei got out of the car, opened the back door, and took his wife's hand and walked down.

A few small black birds, screaming and chirping fiercely at them.

Yang Dawei and Ha Sili didn't blink their eyes, just looked at each other, as if they didn't hear the bird's call.

The two of them walked slowly in the direction of the abandoned warehouse.

There are more than 10,000 birds around, and they are all black and pressing, constantly flying up and down, and constantly making ugly calls.

The two came to a corner of the warehouse, looked out over the west coast, and said nothing.

A small boat was leisurely swaying a few hundred meters away, and there were no human figures in sight on it, only small birds constantly falling.

Yang Dawei and Hasili began to kiss. The sun casts some of their shadows on the surface of the sea, rippling with the waves.

The birds screamed even more violently. There was a black crow that began to peck at the faces of the two men. More birds are involved in the attack.

As if they didn't feel pain, the two still kissed with their eyes closed.

The black flock soon covered both of them. A thick black shadow wrapped around a corner of the warehouse, squirming constantly. Red flowed from the bottom of the black shadow, winding through the black earth and into the sea.