After the broadcast of Chinese education, the more I watched the radio, the more I talked, the more unpleasant it became.

Zhao Ke squinted and saw He Quanshun covering his daughter Miaomiao's ears, and the pig's liver-colored face almost wrote two words on his face: "Bad review!" ”

"Ahem, don't get me wrong, this radio is just that, change it!"

Zhao Ke asked Ge Erdan to change the radio station, Ge Erdan flicked his fingers a few times, and then listened to the loud and powerful shouts on the radio.

This time it's no longer a mess of Chinese education.

Obviously, it's the sports channel.

It's just that as Zhao Ke said, it doesn't matter what the station is, as long as the things that are played from this radio always make people unconsciously think about it more and more crookedly.

[Next is the 18th set of broadcast gymnastics, stretching, chest expansion, popping, leg lifting, hip lifting, snapping, ......]

Even if it is a very normal term, it can come out of this radio and can't help but trigger countless assumptions.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke could only rub his shoulders helplessly to He Quanshun.

He Quanshun's face was dark and terrifying, and Zhao Ke believed that if it weren't for Miaomiao's willingness, He Quanshun would have jumped up a long time ago, beaten Liao Qiu's blue nose and swollen face, and smashed this damn radio station to pieces by the way.

Now He Quanshun can only cover his daughter's ears as much as possible to make sure that his daughter does not hear these foul words.

However, He Quanshun didn't notice that when Miaomiao heard the familiar sound of the radio, a sweet smile appeared on her face, as if she had returned to herself in her sleep when she was doing gymnastics on the campus playground on a sunny morning.

Compared to passengers sitting in the back seat.

Liao Qiu's pressure is greater than anyone else's.

Blurry images kept flashing in front of me, maybe one second it was a highway, and the next second it could be a high wall.

If you are a little careless, you don't need He Quanshun to do it, I'm afraid that Liao Qiu will be able to take the first step and go to Lord Yan to report.

The picture outside the car window is split in two.

On the left is a mountain full of graves.

Looking up, there are mountains, but there is not a single tree or grass.

Some are all neatly laid headstones and graveheads.

This is the world of the dead.

In addition to the cold stones, only graves remained.

The only sound that may be all is the 'boom' from time to time under the grave.

A vague shadow flickered on the right from time to time, and under the sound of the car's horn, the vehicle flashed past Liao Qiu extremely quickly.

Often, passing drivers only noticed a vague gray shadow flashing from their side, rolling up a biting cold wind.

But no one could see what was flickering.

"Boom ......"

A deafening roar suddenly came from the side of the mountain, and the side of the entire mountain began to tilt.

"Landslides?"

Liao Qiu's face turned pale, and he said in his heart: "Didn't you read the yellow calendar today?" ”

The bridge disappeared inexplicably, and then encountered a landslide, Liao Qiu felt that he must not have read the yellow calendar today, otherwise how could he be so unlucky.

Billowing smoke and dust, mixed with the gravel and cracked grave, smashed down towards Liao Qiu's Mercedes Benz like a rolling snowball.

"Boom!"

The roof of the Mercedes-Benz suddenly recessed, and a human head fell on the cover of Liao Qiu's car.

The skull that had already rotted, a big red spider crawling in its mouth, and its empty eye sockets stared at it, Liao Qiu, after a few twists of his mouth, he actually copied an authentic dialect: "You immortal board, stop, Lao Tzu himself is still tired behind." ”

Saying this, the skull actually jumped and wanted to hit Liao Qiu's glass.

Seeing this, Liao Qiu hurriedly pulled down the wipers, and without waiting for the skull to be loaded, the wipers swept up, and the skull flew up, and the sound seemed to fall on the roof of the car.

"Something is wrong!" Zhao Ke looked at He Quanshun.

He followed Liao Qiu down to the netherworld, and although the process was dangerous, he did not encounter such a strange thing.

Even if the bridge disappeared inexplicably, but at this time, it happened to encounter a landslide.

Say it's bad luck? It's a bit too much of a coincidence.

He Quanshun frowned slightly, his left hand was covered in his left eye, and a void eyeball quietly flew out of the car.

He Quanshun planned to observe the surroundings.

It's just that his eyeballs were just about to fly out of the roof of the car, when he heard Liao Qiu yell: "Sit tight!" ”

Countless stones fell like a torrential rain.

All kinds of strange bones and broken corpses fell from the loess.

Liao Qiu frantically turned the steering wheel in his hand, and with one foot of the accelerator, accompanied by the hum of the engine that had reached its peak.

"Buzz ......"

The rapid grinding of the wheels on the ground is directly proportional to the high-pitched and tidal screams on the radio.

The wheels are flipped to the left.

Suddenly, countless mud and stones covered the earth in an instant, leaving only a mess of tombstones, half-exposed and half-buried scattered in the soil.

"Humph!"

In the distance, in the gazebo, you can see the mountain path covered in mud and rock.

A purple-haired girl couldn't help but let out a cold snort and pursed her lips: "With such a good look, you deserve to compete with me?" It seems that the red mother-in-law also has a time to look away. ”

The purple-haired girl said that, and had no intention of lingering any longer.

The figure gradually disappeared in the darkness, and when the light refracted by the purple hair completely disappeared, this gloomy land of the dead finally returned to its former calm.

…………

301 on National Highway.

Wang Yuan was very worried and even very aggrieved.

Looking at the white car in front of him, he even felt the urge to crash into it.

It's just that because of the fork in the road just now, I didn't give way to this car.

was blocked by this white car for more than ten minutes.

The other party held his lane from time to time, and a sudden brake from time to time made Wang Yuan want to scold the street.

I drove a heavy truck.

Even if it didn't carry the goods, with only the weight of 14 tons of the body, even a slight collision could knock this damn vegetable cart to pieces.

But on the contrary, the white car seemed to have a fearless appearance, leisurely blocking in front of itself at a super slow speed.

Wang Yuan had the intention to change his course, but the other party just didn't let himself pass.

In desperation, Wang Yuan could only give up.

If you change it to half a year ago.

Wang Yuan believes that with his driving skills, he can easily get the blameless or secondary responsibility while knocking the car into the air.

Even if it is the main self-blame, and his insurance three-liability claim of up to 6 million, he does not have any worries at all.

But Wang Yuan didn't dare.

Since the last time I drove a semi-trailer and met that Mercedes Benz on the highway.

Wang Yuan's thinking had a shocking reversal.

Many people say that Wang Yuan has changed.

In the past, he could quarrel with Wang Yuan, who could quarrel if he didn't say three words well.

But after that day, he became a good person who laughed first when he met people.

Even Wang Yuan's wife was extremely surprised by this, feeling that her husband seemed to be a completely different person.

However, although Wang Yuan has changed a lot, those people around him are very happy about it.

During this time, Wang Yuan's family was harmonious, and the relationship between colleagues was getting better and better.

He was also judged as an advanced individual by the unit.

All this change came from that Mercedes-Benz.

Thinking about it now, Wang Yuan couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

I remember that because of this Mercedes-Benz, the car crashed headlong into the green belt, and I wanted to teach the other party a lesson when I picked up the steel pipe.

But when he got out of the car, Wang Yuan couldn't forget that scene for the rest of his life.

In the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz, several men and women sat together, each missing arms and legs, and some of their heads turned into Saqima.

When he came back to his senses, the Mercedes had mysteriously disappeared.

I remember that day, I was in the traffic police team to draw blood and urine test.

But he was sure he was not mistaken.

I vaguely remember that the Mercedes-Benz driver was still shouting to find him.

Wang Yuan was so frightened that he didn't dare to close his eyes for three days.

Since then, Wang Yuan has changed.

Death to atheism or anything.

He saw the ghosts with his own eyes and realized that there were still ghosts and gods in this world.

If there is anything that urged Wang Yuan to change, it is the awe of ghosts and gods in his heart.

Just when Wang Yuan was distracted.

The white car in front of him suddenly braked suddenly.

When Wang Yuan, who was walking in the mountains, reacted, it was too late.

"Oops!"

At the moment when Wang Yuan was frightened.

There was a low buzzing sound in my ears.

A bright black Mercedes-Benz, in Wang Yuan's astonished sight, as if it appeared out of thin air, quickly crossed his side at the same time, Wang Yuan also heard the music of this year's New Year Gala in the Mercedes-Benz car.

Of course, there is also Feng Gong's sentence that has been indispensable over the years: "Friend, I want to kill you!" ”

"Bang!"

Say it's too late, then it's too fast.

I saw the wide body of the black Mercedes-Benz, slammed against the white car in front of me.

It's just an ordinary household vegetable cart.

Under the impact of Mercedes-Benz, the body was accompanied by the screams of a woman, and it crashed into the mud ditch on the side.

"It's him!"

Looking at the black Mercedes in front of him, Wang Yuan's face couldn't stop being frightened.

That night, Liao Qiu shouted to him, never thinking that this guy had really come to find him!

"You... You..."

Fear was like a tidal wave for a while, enveloping Wang Yuan's head.

However, this time the black Mercedes-Benz did not mean to stop, and in Wang Yuan's panic, he saw that the black Mercedes-Benz quickly disappeared into the night.

All that was left was the sound of music coming from the Mercedes-Benz: "It's him, it's him, the young hero, little Nezha!" ”