Zhang Teng's heart was cold, and he stretched out his bloody hand and grabbed the corner of the culprit's clothes and pulled it fiercely.

The sixty or seventy-year-old man who touched the porcelain involuntarily fell into the middle of the busy road under brute force. Looking at the other party's terrified orange peel old face, Zhang Teng was like a Shamen disciple who had realized a great understanding, and the handsome young face stained with blood became more and more indifferent and calm.

Having said that, in fact, in the eyes of the other party, Zhang Teng's face was so hideous and terrifying at this time, like a life-seeking ghost from hell.

Man, is a very strange life,

Or Buddha or demon, but just a thought.

And at this moment, Zhang Teng is a demon, a crazy demon.

"Bang!"

With a dull crash, the sharp brake sound sounded one after another, and the surrounding traffic instantly fell into chaos......

The next day, more than a dozen news platforms on the Internet added a traffic accident report:

At 3 p.m. on June 28, 2018, a traffic accident occurred on a busy road in Yangcheng District, Nanyue City, where a truck collided with a car, killing six people and injuring three others.

Since there is no camera on this section of the road, the on-site traffic police analyzed and speculated that the cause of the car accident was probably that someone failed to touch porcelain, and three passers-by were involved in the incident in the process, one was killed, one was seriously injured and one was slightly injured. In the accident, the truck driver and co-driver, the driver of the sedan and a passenger in the back seat died instantly. Only one seven-year-old girl in the car survived, suffering minor facial injuries and a scratch in one eye from broken glass, and has been taken to hospital.

It is understood that the two passengers killed on the bus were her parents, both only children, and the family had just returned from a trip. Among the three passers-by, one is a young man in his twenties, and the other two are a mother and son. The mother suffered severe spinal injuries and has not woken up to this day. The son was only five years old, and he was suspected of being pushed away at the last moment, and fell into the roadside flower bed, so he escaped. However, there are still many doubts about the accident, and there are some loopholes in the process of speculation, and the specific circumstances may be different, and the police have looked for witnesses at the time for further verification......

What is it like to die?

Pitch black, silent, lonely. In an instant, it was as if the entire universe was left with you, and the past was like smoke, and it was already illusory. In short, you are not needed and eternally imprisoned in darkness. And at this time, even a little fluorescent light has become the most extravagant decoration in the world.

I...... He's dead...... Is it ...... This...... Is...... Where...... Hell...... Underworld...... The ...... of the Underworld He's dead...... Is that all?

Suddenly, a cold feeling came, which quickly spread from his face and spread all over his body, and Zhang Teng only felt that his whole person seemed to be frozen. His body's senses quickly returned, and his thoughts gradually became clearer.

At this time, he instinctively opened his eyes. Darkness, still endless darkness. The difference is that something cold, wet seems to be falling in the darkness all the time.

It feels like ...... Rain?

Is it rain?

I'm alive?

Where is this?

Wet all around, with the sound of rain ticking in his ears, he touched his body and found himself lying in a haystack.

Could it be the side of the road? Zhang Teng wondered, slowly sat up, he looked up, while recalling the previous scene in his mind, while thinking about where he was.

No, not the side of the road! Because he felt a sense of airtight around him. Also, there was the familiar sound of raindrops hitting overhead. He seemed to be in a leaky and dilapidated house. Is it a broken house? Is it an old home? What the hell is going on?

Thundered!

At this moment, a white light flashed above his head, and then a series of dull thunders came into Zhang Teng's ears, which was deafening. And with the thunder flashing in the sky, Zhang Teng saw where he was.

He was actually in a dilapidated thatched hut, with a crude hay mat underneath him, and the walls around him were also thatched, and there were holes leaking everywhere.

In the thatched hut, in addition to the hay mat under him, there was also a black rotten pot. The pot was framed with two stones, and the ashes under the pot were already soaked and shiny. Where the hell is this? How could he be in this hellish place? Zhang Teng couldn't help but be taken aback.

Thundered!

Another flash of lightning pierced the sky. A terrifying thing appeared, and the moment he noticed it, he was completely stunned.

His body, unexpectedly...... He was actually smaller, and his body was dirty, and outside his tattered clothes were dry and thin limbs, like four small branches, ugly and ugly.

He touched his body and face again, the cold and dry touch, telling him that he must be looking like a skeleton at this moment.

Beggars, starving ghosts, poor orphans...... A series of tragic images flooded through his mind, and he stopped thinking about it.

It was cold, very cold, very cold.

This made him tremble involuntarily, his whole body trembling like a sieve, and his teeth chattering up and down.

There were no other warm things around, and if it continued like this, Zhang Teng was sure that he would be frozen to death here. Either way, no matter what happened before. At present, Zhang Teng must think of ways to keep warm and save his life.

The thatched hut is very small, about seven or eight square meters, and under the flashing thunder from time to time, it can be vaguely seen that most of the ground has been soaked with rainwater. The corner where he was located was on higher ground, and the thatch on both sides was firm, leaving a dry area with a larger basin.

However, if you don't do anything, you will eventually get soaked in the rain around you over time.

In desperation, Zhang Teng reached out and lifted the straw mat and surrounded him. He took a stone from the surrounding area that pressed the corner of the wall, used its sharp edge to dig some dirt around the corner of the wall, and piled it on the bottom of the straw mat to prevent water seepage.

However, Zhang Teng still felt cold. The cold wind and rain continued to invade the dilapidated house, and the cold protection measures he made were not very effective. In this case, he couldn't think of a better way.

From helplessness to despair, and then from despair to anger.

He couldn't help but curse this ghost place, this ghost weather, this ghost fate. Bad luck, bad luck! He really didn't have any other words to describe the situation in front of him.

Sadly, no matter how much he cursed, the cold didn't go away because of his swearing. At this moment, it was like a grim reaper, hovering around Zhang Teng, smiling and waiting to harvest his life.

What the hell? Aggrieved, Zhang Teng only felt very aggrieved, and his whole person was about to explode with aggrieved! He just went out like this, walked on the sidewalk on the sidewalk, and was hit by a car!

Although it was because of the stupid result of his saving people, he was still aggrieved, why did he just happen to encounter a car accident or something? Isn't it something that only news can only do? Isn't it a thing that only news can only happen to touch porcelain or something? Isn't this ghost thing an accident the beginning of a novel?

It's really a day dog. Well, I was hit by a car, and I didn't die! What the hell, but I was going to freeze to death in this damn place!

What is this thing called?

God!

Why are you playing with me!

I'm going to die in this hellish place? What are you kidding, even if I die, I can't die so inexplicably, I can't die in such a mess.

Zhang Teng thought so in his heart.

However, another ridiculous thought immediately rose in his head: in fact, it is still vigorous to save people and be hit by a car to death, which is much more decent than dying in cold.

Forget it, what's the nonsense. For now, getting through it is the right thing to do.

Zhang Teng quickly threw away his miscellaneous thoughts and faced the current reality seriously.

Anyway, since he's still alive, he can't just die!

Without material support, Zhang Teng felt that he could only rely on the Spiritual Victory Method at present. As long as the spirit does not cross and the belief in living is adhered to, there is still hope. It's slim, but at least there's a glimmer of chance, isn't it?

Fire, I'm now roasting a fire, it's warm, it's baking my whole body...... Zhang Teng said to himself silently in his heart.

He began to hypnotize himself, imagining what it was like to be surrounded by fire, what it was like to be wrapped in a quilt, what it was like to be surrounded by warmth. Self-hypnotized, but unable to really fall asleep, he must be awake until dawn. When the day dawns, there is the sun, there is light, and there is hope for survival!

"Fire, sun, light......" Zhang Teng curled up in the corner, silently reading, imagining, his eyes confused and persistent, as if he was enchanted. About half an hour later, suddenly Zhang Teng's body seemed to become transparent, and a little light lit up from his dantian, like a morning star, shining brightly.

An invisible thing began to pour from all directions towards the corner where Zhang Teng was, swirling like a stream of water, pouring into the morning star in his body. As time passed, the invisible things accumulated, and the morning star shone brighter and brighter, filling the thatched hut with light.

The heat slowly emanated from the shining morning star. It spread towards Zhang Teng's limbs, dispelling the cold and stimulating the vitality of life.

However, Zhang Teng was not aware of all these changes in the slightest. Because his spirit has long been immersed in endless imagination, he cannot distinguish between real warmth and false warmth.

After a while, a small thermal tornado enveloped Zhang Teng's body, and the steaming water vapor rose from his torn clothes, slowly spreading outward. As time went on, the entire thatched hut was soon washed away from the inside out by the heat.

Soon the mats dried, the ground dried, the walls dried, the wind could not blow, and the rain could not pour in.

The dense water vapor is like a giant python hovering around the thatched house, which is clear and transparent, and endless light shoots out from the cracks and holes around it, piercing the dark rainy night.

Is night coming, but is dawn still far away?