Zhuge Wen trembled uncontrollably. He took a few deep breaths before unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car.

The girl was lying behind the car, blood stains extending from under her body to under the tray.

Her body twitched twice, her head tilted, and she looked at Zhuge Wen.

Zhuge Wen froze in fright.

"Save ......," the girl let out a faint cry for help.

"Little Sparrow! Where's your damn girl? ”

From the mountains came shouts.

Zhuge heard some movement, subconsciously tilted his head, and then looked at the girl, who was no longer moving. She was motionless, only her eyes were still open, but there was not a hint of brilliance in her eyes.

Zhuge Wen's heart was pounding, he slowly took one step back, two steps, and one turn, he jumped into the car, closed the door, and stepped on the accelerator.

The speeding car was far away from the girl, away from the mountain, but the girl named Xiaoque had always been imprinted in Zhuge Wen's mind.

I saw him surrounded by fear, guilt, self-blame, and pain, and he was holding a paintbrush but unable to paint. Everything that happened that day flooded his mind. The feeling was so strong that I could see the memory in his head.

Probably, pain and suffering are really the source of art.

After a few months of self-isolation, Zhuge Wen created amazing works, abstract paintings that express his inner emotions and are the catharsis of emotions, which have received unexpected praise and praise from him.

No one knew that when Zhuge Wen was creating that painting, he was thinking about the scene of the death of the little bird.

He kept painting, painting similar works. This repetition dilutes the initial mood.

Those negative emotions are gradually fading.

At the same time, his memories faded.

I don't know if his forgetfulness of the finch is a normal forgetting of the past, or if it is amnesia caused by illness.

He deceived himself and portrayed a girl he had a crush on, a girl he had forgotten her appearance and name. He also fell in love with birds, and in his later years, he didn't seem to be conscious, and only remembered birds.

I think he must have subconsciously remembered the car accident.

Those bird-faced girls, those monsters, are anything but beautiful.

He knew subconsciously that the girl's appearance would be a nightmare for him.

The dream became a normal order, and it went on quickly, as I wished, back to the ward where the old Zhuge Wen was lying, and back to the scene when the ghost walked out of the ward after his death.

It's as if the past of Zhuge Wen I saw before was a real dream.

The Falcon was charging at me.

"Sparrow." I whispered two words.

The beak stopped in front of me.

The Zhuge Wen ghost I was holding began to tremble, and there was more expression on my numb and empty face.

That's an expression called fear.

I heard the sound of birds flapping their wings coming from all directions.

The surrounding scene has changed.

It's not a dream change, it's another familiar feeling.

Zhuge Wen's ghost dreamed and hallucinated.

He returned to the scene of the car accident that day, stood next to the car, and watched the girl lose her life.

Just like at the beginning, Zhuge Wen turned around and got into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and ran away directly.

In the rearview mirror, the girl's body crawled up. Her posture was very uncoordinated, her head bowed, her back bent, covering her entire face. When she looked up, a bird's face was revealed.

Birdsong exploded in the mountains, and countless birds flew out of the woods.

Among the trees, a bird-faced girl appeared. They jumped down the mountain.

"Ahhhh Zhuge screamed when he heard this, and stepped on the accelerator stiffly.

The girls were run over by the car.

There was also the sound of something hitting the roof of the car.

The bird's face slammed into the glass of the car, knocking the glass out of the spider's web.

Zhuge Wen couldn't help but close his eyes, and just stepped on the accelerator all the way.

At some point, the mountain road became a straight and endless road, still narrow enough for one car. On both sides of the road are rolling mountain forests, dense like primeval jungle. The bird-faced girls kept jumping off the hill, rushing out of the way, and being hit by cars.

If you turn back, you can see the road behind the car covered with bloody corpses.

My heart skipped a beat.

Endless Road ......

It reminds me of Huangquan Road.

Am I in the dream of Zhuge Wen's ghost, or am I in some other dimension? Or is it really ......

It seemed as if the scene was about to turn into a never-ending nightmare.

I looked at Zhuge Wen next to me and stretched out my hand to him.

My hand ran through Zhuge Wen's body.

Damn it!

I was about to try again, and suddenly my hand touched something. It's the steering wheel!

I immediately grabbed the steering wheel and pulled hard, and the car swerved and crashed directly into the mountain on the side of the road, the hood was cocked and black smoke was emitted.

The car finally stopped.

Zhuge Wen hit his head, and when he straightened up, his face was covered in blood.

He didn't disappear from the road, and neither did the bird-faced girls.

The stopped car was surrounded by the girls.

Zhuge Wen saw the scene outside the car clearly, and was so frightened that he screamed again and again.

The girls were holding the car, their delicate fingers squeaking at the car. Their bird faces were pressed against the glass, and their round eyes reflected the scene inside the car.

Zhuge heard the hoarse voice and stared at the monster outside the car in horror.

I found that the situation was deadlocked again.

Those girls can't get in, and Zhuge can't smell it.

I looked out of the car. Outside the car were all bird-faced girls, not those bird monsters.

I now know that the two spirits are Zhuge Wen's works from different periods, and even if the paintings are similar, Zhuge Wen's inner emotions are different.

I exhaled and tried to open the door on Zhuge Wen's side.

Click!

The door was opened!

The door of the car was immediately opened by the bird-faced girls outside, and their hands reached into the car and dragged Zhuge Wen out.

"Ahh Ahhhh......h Ah......h

I floated out of the car.

The girls tugged at Zhuge Wen, but they didn't kill him immediately. I don't understand what they're going to do.

Looking around, there are still many bird-faced girls on the mountain, and those who were killed by the collision before have not disappeared.

Zhuge Wen definitely didn't paint so many "My Lovers" works.

I thought about it, and when I looked up, I saw the shadow on the top of the mountain, and I was stunned.

Look at the silhouette, it should be those raptor monsters. They are high up in the sky, looking down at what is happening below.

"You ...... What exactly do you want? I looked at the bird-faced girls and couldn't help but blurt out.

The girls' movements stopped, as if they had been frozen suddenly.

Zhuge Wen was still struggling subconsciously, and when he reacted, he looked at the girls around him in horror, crawling on the ground on all fours.

The girls turned their heads and watched Zhuge Wen's movements.

Zhuge Wen froze again.

As soon as he stopped, the girls stopped moving.

After a few times, Zhuge Wen rushed out of the group of girls regardless of it and ran to the road that had not yet been occupied by them.

There are many pairs of eyes staring at Zhuge Wen on the mountain.

Zhuge Wen ran in horror. The ghost's state changed from being young at the time of the car accident to being old when he died.

He gradually couldn't run, and the blood, tears, and sweat on his face dried up.

He fell to his knees and looked pleading at the surrounding mountains and forests, "Spare me, please let me go!" ”

Except for Zhuge Wen's voice, there was a dead silence on the entire road.