Chapter 198: The Snake Makes a Mistake

In times of danger, the mind will think many times faster than usual. I don't know what the women had in mind at the time, but I did experience it myself. It was a time when I accidentally crossed the road and was hit by a large truck speeding by. I watched as the huge hull rushed towards me, and it was too late to dodge. In this irreversible situation, the human nervous system will abnormally do not react, and the dementia waits for the next thing to happen.

At this moment, my head suddenly ignited like an internal combustion engine that had been dormant for many years, and it spun rapidly. From the moment I found the car head-on and was touched by the car, the whole process took less than a second, but I thought of many, many things, things that I usually didn't think about at all.

In less than a second, I had prayed in my heart a thousand times...... The prayer van suddenly stopped, and the prayer van staggered past me. At that time, I knew that I could not stop the car, but I still begged God for a short time.

The next time the car hit my knees, lifted my whole body, and then I rose and fell to the ground, kicking up a layer of dust, and I thought about how my parents, my relatives, my grandfather, and my teachers and classmates would cry and mourn for me if my life was lost this time. I think of how young I am, many, many things that have not been done, and many, many hopes that my parents have placed on me that have not yet been realized. Some sadness and despair suddenly rose in my heart.

Dramatically, after hitting the ground and kicking up a layer of dust, I realized that I wasn't dead as I had just imagined, but only a bruised knee from the hard body.

After this discovery, I was very happy, and the feelings of fear and pain were fleeting. My cousin was also on the same road. I quickly got up happily and turned back to my cousin with an unusually happy smile.

My cousin was stunned when she saw my smile.

"I'm blown away by your strength." Afterwards, my cousin looked at me with admiration and bit her lower lip tightly with her upper teeth. Where the red lips meet the teeth, there is a bloodless white.

I laughed, "It's not that I'm strong, I'm scared to death." That smile is because of the happiness of the rest of the life, and it is also a fluke smile. ”

Whether or not Xuan Po thought a lot about it at the time, he was definitely not as lucky as me. He watched as White rushed straight at him.

It's a snake. The thin, white snake.

But its mouth was many times wider than its body!

The woman at the head of the bed witnessed all this. But she didn't see what the white thing was. At first, she thought it was a flower, but mistook the snake's thin body for a thin stem, and the snake's large mouth for a blooming petal. But soon, she sensed something strange from the frightened expression of the mother-in-law.

But she wasn't sure what was going on. She put her hands on the edge of the bed, leaned forward, and craned her neck to see what the white thing was.

I only heard the Xuan Po scream in pain, covered her nose with her hands and fell down. The woman jumped up, like a pear blossom falling from a branch, and suddenly landed beside the woman. If the woman is still awake, she will definitely be frightened by the woman's movements. When the woman landed, she was silent like a cat with a lump of flesh on the soles of her feet.

"Hey, hey, wake up!" The woman shook her drooping head and shouted softly and anxiously. A blood-smelling liquid flowed from the middle of Xuanpo's nose and upper lip and dripped onto the woman's white arm hugging him. Xuan Po's eyes were slightly closed, and her breathing was weak. His hands were spread out weakly.

"Wake up, wake up!" The woman shook him unwillingly, and stupid hope woke him up in such a simple way. The woman's arm shook her head like a gourd hanging from a vine, and then she drooped back into a backward state, like my head when I had a nosebleed.

A white curve wriggled on the ground, evident in the dark night. It lost the brilliance it had when it had just been dug up, perhaps it had been soaked in wine for too long, and now it looked very weak. It writhed aimlessly in a directionless direction, avoiding another fall into the wine-soothing clay pot.

The woman looked at the white curves on the ground, and then at the Xuan Po in her arms, hesitating. At this point, Xuan Po coughed, saying that the cough was actually inaccurate, because the cough was stuck in the throat and not completely coughed out. This dull cough, like a sigh, caused the woman's attention to be redirected to the woman's choice. She held her hands up and stood upright. If it is quite difficult for an ordinary woman to pick up a rough man like Xuan Po, this woman not only picked him up, but also held her hands flat, as if the arm was not lying on a man who was five long and eight big, but a light and thin quilt.

The woman is like a light and thin quilt, hanging softly on a woman's arms.

The woman walked up to the bed and gently put him on the bed. At this time, the little white snake was still looking for its escape in the dark room.

The woman opened the eyelids of the Xuanpo with her soft hand, leaned her head very close to look at his eyes, and then rolled up the sleeve of the Xuanpo, and put two fingers on his pulse to touch it carefully. After all this, the woman sighed softly.

She leaned down, pursed her mouth, and slowly approached the mouth of the chosen woman, and then closer......

At the same time, neither Xuan Po nor this woman from a strange origin knew that there were bursts of unusual sounds in the room of the red-haired ghost. The sound was like the humming of a well-fed and sleeping pig in a pen, and it could not hide from a person with a sharp ear, nor would it disturb the dreams of a person who had already fallen asleep.

Only the cold moonlight jumped through the window lattice and entered the room to peek inside......

The red-haired ghost lay at the feet of the Rose Taoist like a dog, panting weakly. The priest sat cross-legged and meditated, his eyes closed and his attitude serene, but one hand tightly grabbed the neck of the red-haired ghost, and his long, slightly black nails sank into the flesh of the red-haired ghost. Where the nails sink into the flesh, there are streaks of blood as thin as red wool. However, the blood did not flow downward, but meandered down the fingers of the Precious Taoist to his wrist, and then continued to flow deeper down the arm until it disappeared into the sleeve......