Chapter 69: Ghosts Block the Way
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āā¦ā¦ Why is it gone? Am I dazzled? "When I braked just now, my eyes itched, and it seemed that this fright was over, but why was there a wet and sticky nausea feeling between my fingers?
She looked down and was so frightened that she almost fell out of the car, "Wow! What the hell, how can I have blood on my hands? Remembering that she had rubbed her eyes just now, she was too scared to blink, "Dead cat!" Am I blind? ā
The white cat jumped out of her backpack and stood on her shoulder, staring at the flickering light and shadow ahead, "No, we're in some trouble." ā
Her eyes widened, "What's the trouble?" On the left forehead, she could clearly feel something sticky.
At this time, the street lights were dim, and there was no one to see except for a person and a cat, and the streets were as quiet as a dead city.
The wind was light, but it was cool, and it seemed to be moving from summer to late autumn, mixed with the smell of dead rats.
Jun Yan choked a few times and couldn't help retching.
The white cat squinted, her blue eyes glowing with a faint brilliance, and her tone was calm and cold, "There are five." ā
"Five? What's five? Her heart trembled, and her hands and feet trembled a little disobediently, "It can't be a ghost, right?" Depend on! Am I sick and still stupid to stay here! ā
At the same time, she started the car.
"It's useless, they set up obstacles, you can't run." The white cat shook her head, not stopping her, just looking at her vigilantly, calmly looking at every corner around her.
"How do you know if you don't try, besides, it's better than standing stupid and waiting to die." She didn't stop, she continued in the direction of home, "I know you're going to have a way, aren't you?" ā
Since childhood, no matter what difficulties she encounters, if she is the only one to face it, she will panic, be afraid, and be overwhelmed.
But if someone faced it with her, instead of the helplessness of being alone, then her courage would be stronger than fear.
All the way forward, the way home, it didn't look any different, but the two sides of the street looked deserted and weird compared to usual, she didn't know what the white cat was talking about, anyway, just keep moving forward.
However, when she went straight and turned a corner, when she saw the road ahead, she found that she had returned to the place where she had braked sharply just now!
Is this what is called a labyrinth?
"Dead cat! Do you see anything? A gust of wind blew, and she felt as if there were a pair of hands around her neck, and those cold hands gently stroked back and forth on her neck.
The dim streetlights began to jump, flickering and flickering, accompanied by piercing shrill laughter. All kinds of horror scenes in horror movies instantly filled her brain, and the creepy probably felt like this.
"Stop, don't move!" The white cat calmly commanded.
"Oh." She obediently did so, immediately braked and stopped, the left hand that was released was still sticky and nauseous, she lowered her eyes, and found that the entire left palm was already stained with blood!
The stickiness on the left forehead has slid over the corners of the eyes and down to the chin. The flowing touch made her a little uncomfortable, so she couldn't help but scratch it with her right hand, but her right hand was wet and sticky with blood.
"It's not! I just saw a guy rushing up! If I hadn't braked in time, I guess I would have hit him! However, when she stopped the car, she fixed her eyes and saw that there was no movement around her.
āā¦ā¦ Why is it gone? Am I dazzled? "When I braked just now, my eyes itched, and it seemed that this fright was over, but why was there a wet and sticky nausea feeling between my fingers?
She looked down and was so frightened that she almost fell out of the car, "Wow! What the hell, how can I have blood on my hands? Remembering that she had rubbed her eyes just now, she was too scared to blink, "Dead cat!" Am I blind? ā
The white cat jumped out of her backpack and stood on her shoulder, staring at the flickering light and shadow ahead, "No, we're in some trouble." ā
Her eyes widened, "What's the trouble?" On the left forehead, she could clearly feel something sticky.
At this time, the street lights were dim, and there was no one to see except for a person and a cat, and the streets were as quiet as a dead city.
The wind was light, but it was cool, and it seemed to be moving from summer to late autumn, mixed with the smell of dead rats.
Jun Yan choked a few times and couldn't help retching.
The white cat squinted, her blue eyes glowing with a faint brilliance, and her tone was calm and cold, "There are five." ā
"Five? What's five? Her heart trembled, and her hands and feet trembled a little disobediently, "It can't be a ghost, right?" Depend on! Am I sick and still stupid to stay here! ā
At the same time, she started the car.
"It's useless, they set up obstacles, you can't run." The white cat shook her head, not stopping her, just looking at her vigilantly, calmly looking at every corner around her.
"How do you know if you don't try, besides, it's better than standing stupid and waiting to die." She didn't stop, she continued in the direction of home, "I know you're going to have a way, aren't you?" ā
Since childhood, no matter what difficulties she encounters, if she is the only one to face it, she will panic, be afraid, and be overwhelmed.
But if someone faced it with her, instead of the helplessness of being alone, then her courage would be stronger than fear.
All the way forward, the way home, it didn't look any different, but the two sides of the street looked deserted and weird compared to usual, she didn't know what the white cat was talking about, anyway, just keep moving forward.
However, when she went straight and turned a corner, when she saw the road ahead, she found that she had returned to the place where she had braked sharply just now!
Is this what is called a labyrinth?
"Dead cat! Do you see anything? A gust of wind blew, and she felt as if there were a pair of hands around her neck, and those cold hands gently stroked back and forth on her neck.
The dim streetlights began to jump, flickering and flickering, accompanied by piercing shrill laughter. All kinds of horror scenes in horror movies instantly filled her brain, and the creepy probably felt like this.
"Stop, don't move!" The white cat calmly commanded.
"Oh." She obediently did so, immediately braked and stopped, the left hand that was released was still sticky and nauseous, she lowered her eyes, and found that the entire left palm was already stained with blood!
The stickiness on the left forehead has slid over the corners of the eyes and down to the chin. The flowing touch made her a little uncomfortable, so she couldn't help but scratch it with her right hand, but her right hand was wet and sticky with blood.