"Brother Jue, I have something to do at night, you go back first, I've already sent a text message to my mother, don't worry about me."

The mobile phone rang, Zhang Jue took it out and took a look, but saw Wang Kangjian sending such a message.

He was a little strange, he didn't know what the little rabbit was doing at night, so he didn't think much about it, packed up his things, stopped a taxi and went home.

After thousands of calculations, what Zhang Jue didn't calculate was that just because Wang Kangjian ran out secretly this night, a thrilling causal relationship was formed, and it was precisely because of this night that Wang Kangjian could save his life in the future. If you achieve great calamity and do not die, there will be a blessing in the future.

Fate is full of variables, Zhang Jue inherited from the ancestor Tao, his right eye can see through life, old age, sickness and death, but he only dares to conclude what has happened, and does not dare to give conclusions about the future. There is no doubt that Wang Kangjian has become a person with variables in fate, and Zhang Jue failed to see it.

"To Haihua Real Estate."

got into the taxi, Zhang Jue said. Suddenly, he glanced at the driver strangely, and he faintly felt that something was wrong.

The taxi driver had a calm face, raised his voice, and said a little irritably: "Forty, don't play the meter." ”

Zhang Jue didn't want to argue with him about the price, nor did he want to care about the difference between playing a meter and not playing a meter, so he took out forty yuan from his wallet and gave it to him, not speaking, but looking at him a little strangely.

The driver touched his face: "What do you see me doing?" ”

Zhang Jue smiled: "Drive slowly." ”

'Cut, neuropathy. ’

With a vague mutter, the driver no longer paid attention to Zhang Jue, and with a slam on the accelerator, the taxi rushed out like an arrow off the string. Zhang Jue obviously asked him to slow down, but he drove up, and Volkswagen Santana forced him to drive a city trot. But I don't know if Zhang Jue said hurry up, the driver would drive this car as a Ferrari.

The night scene continued to pass by the car window, Zhang Jue's heart suddenly throbbed, and a fine light flashed in his left eye to look at the driver, and he suddenly knew where his inappropriateness came from.

"Stop."

"Squeak!"

The taxi stopped at an intersection that was almost there, and the driver looked at Zhang Jue with some unhappiness: "What are you doing?" You have a lot to do, so don't sit down. ”

Zhang Jue unbuckled his seat belt, hesitated, and said, "Drive slowly." There are old and young, and it's not worth it to have an accident. ”

"Hey, I said are you sick? Get out, don't sit down, don't get your money back. ”

The driver was suddenly angry, just now he was still speculating whether Zhang Jue was a neurotic, but now he was already convinced that this was really a neurotic. Lao Tzu drives fast and slowly, hindering his, I have an old man and a little care about your.

Zhang Jue got out of the car according to his words, closed the car door with a 'bang', and said with the last trace of patience: "Big brother, drive slowly, I'd rather stop for three minutes than grab a second." Money is not earned, the speed of 130, in fact, only two or three minutes more than 60 miles, but the potential safety problems caused are several times, you ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the driver spat out the window and scolded, "Stupid thing." "With a throttle bang, I headed for the crossroads.

It's a yellow light, and he hopes to snatch the second......

Zhang Jue sighed faintly, sure enough, a person's life is exhausted, and no one will listen to him. There's only so much he can do, I hope he won't die too miserably.

'Bang! ’

Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the crossroads. Then, the scene was quiet for a few seconds.

There was a 'bang', and in just an instant, the entire intersection cried and screamed in unison.

The taxi that Zhang Jue was sitting in just now turned into a ball of fire, and the flames on the hood flew out two or three meters high. It was a BMW X6 that was also in a hurry to reincarnate, the car collided, and the X6 with a very heavy chassis overturned. But the taxi rolled and swept out.

Pressed over the zebra crossing, sparks swept out all over the ground, deep grooves were cut by the broken steel on the road, and at the same time, passers-by on the zebra crossing were not spared. Like the autumn wind sweeping the withered grass, it collapsed like a stubble of wheat.

The ground was minced flesh, stumps, and blood.

Two parents of dead children wept bitterly as they held the incomplete corpses. An old man with a cane, turned out his reading glasses and brought them on, looking all over the ground for some minced meat belonging to his wife.

Almost five or six people died on the spot, and no less than 10 people were seriously injured or lightly injured. Of course, the dead included the taxi driver. The car is now stuck in a twisted form in the security booth at the intersection, the steel bar guardrail of the security booth has been broken, and one of them has punctured the windshield and inserted into the driver's seat, dripping blood......

Zhang Jue took a deep breath, put his hands in his sleeves, and took a few steps forward to stand on the road at the crossroads, looking at this miserable situation like hell on earth with some pity in his eyes.

He couldn't stop it, it was fate.

The cold wind blew, and he seemed to understand something, and his eyes reflected the flames on the hood of the taxi, flashing with a sad color.

On the kerb of the road at the intersection opposite Zhang Jue, there was also a person who looked at Yiqiē in front of him calmly.

It was an old beggar dressed in shabby clothes, who was squatting on the curb of the road with a pickle jar in his arms. It's a little strange that other beggars are asking for money with broken bowls, but he takes a huge jar of kimchi.

The people who set up shops on the street and went to work were very strange about this old beggar, not only for his pickle jar, but for the old beggar who had been sitting on the road for two days.

Looking at the tragic situation at the crossroads, everyone either wept, or cried bitterly, or had sad eyes, or didn't look too far away. And only this old beggar had an excited color in his eyes.

Like a neurotic, he muttered in his mouth: "It's not in vain that I waited for two days, and I finally waited for this moment." The old monk in the mountains is really accurate, saying that there is a misfortune here, and sure enough, there will be a misfortune, although the time is not very accurate, but it is really not ordinary people can do it. Come on, come on, come in, I need you, come in and you can live forever, hehe, hahaha. ”

It is not visible to the naked eye, if it is in an environment with strong sunlight during the day, under ultraviolet light. Some of the unbroken corpses could see blurred shadows leaping from the many broken corpses on the road, like a whale sucking water, towards the kimchi jar in the hands of the old beggar on the street......

Zhang Jue sniffled lightly and smelled a strange smell, he knew that this was the breath of the living soul, and there was also it in the toilet of Zhixing Middle School.

"The person has just died, and the Yin official has not yet come, why does it smell of life and soul leaving the body?"

Zhang Jue muttered, his mind moved, and he opened his left eye.

This time, the left eye no longer flashed a fine light, but turned into a golden pupil, and the brilliance continued. After looking at it, Zhang Jue immediately gritted his teeth, but saw a total of seven souls flying towards the corner of the street, and burrowed into the kimchi jar in the hands of an old beggar.

Zhang Jue was suddenly furious, his fists were clenched, and a few words were spit out from between his teeth:

"Dare to accept the little ghost, looking for death!"

The old beggar noticed that someone was looking at him, turned his head, and just met Zhang Jue's golden eyes.

In the cold wind, the old beggar saw him with golden eyes, wearing a trench coat, and walking towards him step by step with his hands in his sleeves.

After being stunned for a moment, the old beggar's back suddenly stood on the hairs and screamed: "Divine eyes? Patriarch Dao! ”

Before the words fell, he jumped up first, hugged the kimchi jar tightly, and quickly drilled into the crowd. Like a mad dog, extremely fast, with a panicked face, it is hard to imagine that such an old body has such a strong physique.

The old beggar knew that when the man in the trench coat pulled his hands out of his sleeves, even if he was ten times faster, he would be killed instantly. >