The middle-aged driver fell into the trick of the poor ghost, turned into an obedient servant, obediently pulled the old couple into Yanhuang Village, and then put down the two old men, and stood solemnly, waiting for the poor ghost's orders.

"You can go. Do whatever you want. The poor ghost Mao Changsheng commanded, and the ghost power of the charming mind was withdrawn.

The middle-aged driver woke up like a dream, was stunned for a moment, patted his head, got into the car with a confused face, turned around, and slowly galloped out of the village, muttering incessantly: "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? When did I learn to help others? A fool will help others, when did I start to become stupid? Hmph, what about the drugs I transported?"

The driver hurriedly lifted the seat cushion to take a look, and found that the bag of white medicine shaped like washing powder was still under the seat, sighed with relief, put the seat back on, and started the car again.

This bag of drugs is worth hundreds of thousands.

Of course, this bag of drugs can also send dozens of people to a place of no return.

In this line of work, this middle-aged driver can be regarded as an old driver - a treacherous and cunning fish that slipped through the net.

As the saying goes, "If you walk at night for a long time, you will meet a ghost", this is not the truth, and it is not far from the house of truth, the middle-aged driver not only met the poor ghost Mao Changsheng, but also met another ghost after leaving the poor ghost Mao Changsheng-

By the glass of the car window, a charming and charming smiling face appeared, and a small cherry mouth on the face opened, revealing two rows of glutinous rice-like teeth, and then gently picked it up and blew out a faint breath at the middle-aged driver.

Oh, ha, like an orchid, without the faint fragrance of orchids, but with a kind of poppy psychedelia.

The driver looked out, his heart was full of joy, and he smiled evilly and said: "In such a quiet place, there are also beautiful women who sell laughter? Great! Beauty, get in the car, do you like banknotes? I lack everything, the only thing I don't lack is banknotes!"

The door didn't open, and the beautiful woman was already sitting in the passenger seat.

"It's so wonderful to have a beautiful woman with you on a lonely night!" the middle-aged driver stopped the car and reached out to hug the beauty's neck.

Do you still need to be polite to a woman who sells jokes? This middle-aged driver has all kinds of poisons, and he has long known the way of doing it.

The beautiful woman sneered, put a white string around the driver's neck, and said in a greasy voice: "Let's play an interesting game! Such a lonely night is the best time to play this kind of game!"

"Oh, you're more frank and bold than me?" the middle-aged driver smirked, drooling, "No matter what the game, as long as the beauty finds it interesting, just let it go!"

"You are really a good man who knows your intentions!" The beautiful woman smiled and touched the driver's face, and the white practice in her hand slowly tightened, "Such a fun game is hard to come by, you are so lucky!"

"I'm so lucky to have met you!" the driver was so fascinated that he closed his eyes exaggeratedly, and his hands were unruly groped in the void.

Suddenly, Bai Lian on the driver's neck tightened suddenly, a kind of suffocation and dizziness came, his eyes widened to protest, and his whole body was lifted, like a paper man gently floating out of the window, kicking in the air, hanging on the thick willow branches on the side of the road.

Oh, this is a long-planned murder?!

The middle-aged driver hung in the air, tearing and clawing in pain, kicking his feet uncontrollably, making an "oh" sound in his throat, wanting to say something, but couldn't say anything, his tongue could no longer shrink, and his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't close them.

"It's a lot of fun. The beautiful woman's voice was as soft as a dream, and it could make the steel and iron bones crisp, "You are so lucky, you are the ninety-nine hundred and ninety-ninth men who play this game with me. ”

"Don't ...... I don't want to play this kind of game!" the middle-aged driver only felt distracted, and tried to scream, but did not make a sound.

The beautiful woman, also hanging from another thick branch, kept grimacing, and kept "eating" and laughing.

The poor ghost watched from afar, but he didn't care about all this, and after sending the driver away, he gently disappeared, but kept following the old couple - he could see them, they couldn't see him.

The old couple walked slowly in the middle of the village, unable to smell the smell of cooking smoke, the noise of people, the barking of dogs and the sound of bells on the necks of cows and horses.

The people were transported to the city, leaving only rows of houses, which looked strange and eerie, like the legendary ghost town.

What's the point of living like this any longer? Without relatives and friends, life is not far from the walking dead.

The old husband and wife held each other's hands tighter, and in this apocalyptic situation, the two old men realized for the first time that each other's importance was irreplaceable, and they couldn't help but sigh again and again.

In the past days, why did they quarrel and even fight each other like enemies?

The years are like water, and what a beautiful time there is, it is a pity that I don't cherish every minute and every second.

The old couple trembled, walked into an alley, then opened the door and entered a low wooden house, habitually pulling the light switch, but the wires had already been cut by the personnel sent by the government, in case the people ran out, the village was electrically fired, causing unnecessary disasters.

"Well, what day is this? It's better to die sooner than to live anymore. The old man lamented, touched a match in a familiar place, and struck it and soon lit the pine.

Under the light of the fire, in the rectangular room, far away from the fire, the two coffins, which had become black after the smoke and fire, looked particularly mysterious and conspicuous.

"Wife, we should go on the road, otherwise we will be deceived into the county again, and we will never come back, and we will no longer be able to enjoy the coffin that these two families have worked hard for half a lifetime to build. ”

The old man handed the torch to the old woman.

"We saved money in different corners, and after so many years, we bought these two Shoumu, and I didn't enjoy them in advance, and people were deceived into the city again, but I was afraid that they would never be able to enjoy it again, and they might be carried away and sold cheaply, or they might be burned as waste wood. ”

"Yes," said the old man quietly as he took the torch, "I should have made a decision earlier—I can't die and be dragged into the crematorium to be turned into ashes, and I must sleep in this coffin and be buried in the earth." ”

The poor ghost wanted to stop the old man from opening the coffin, but when he saw that the two old men were indeed very old, and that the day of their death was not far away, he sat down on the low beam of the room and did not stop it any longer.

Preventing the two old men from going to the point of no return in the way they like now may only make the two old men more miserable in the future.

So, the poor ghost hardened his heart and decided not to disobey the two old men and do what they liked.

"Wife, let's act quickly! We can't live quietly with our calves and die, but we can choose a place where we can die with peace of mind. ”

"You're right, old man. However, you have to listen to me: if a person dies and is placed in a coffin, if there is not a little blood stuck to the coffin, it can be moved out, and the coffin that has slept does not belong to him. For the sake of insurance, in order to prevent others from taking our coffins in the future, no matter you and me, we should get some blood out and get it on the coffin!"

"Yes, if we don't get our blood, we will be taken by people when we live, and we will be robbed by ghosts after we die, and we must be foolproof. ”

"Alas, old man, you should hurry up, and when the guns of the officials arrive, it will be too late—I don't want to die anywhere else, I like this old kennel!"

The old man nodded, gritted his teeth hatefully, and shivered to remove the lids of the two coffins, took out two sets of similar cyan shrouds from the coffins, and put them on meticulously with the old woman.

When wearing the shroud, the two old men looked so calm and satisfied, as if a pair of men and women who loved each other did not make an appointment to die together, but to face the chapel with the family name written on it, and then walked into the newlywed cave room.

The poor dead ghost looked extremely envious, and he also looked at it with a sad heart.

Having a partner who understands and loves each other is the supreme happiness even if they die together.

However, how many couples are there in the world, in the vast sea of people?

After dressing properly, the old couple helped each other pull the corners of their robes, and after each other seemed very satisfied, their eyes turned to the coffin.

"Wife, after taking care of you, I'll come to you soon. The old man said lovingly, helped the old woman into the coffin, let the old woman lie flat in the coffin, and then quietly brought the kitchen knife that had been with him for a long, long time.

"Wife, close your eyes and sleep quietly, I'll be coming to you soon. The old man covered the old woman with a thin quilt with infinite love, caressed the old woman's face with one hand, and cut the old woman's neck with the other hand.

The old woman screamed twice, kicked her legs, and gradually stopped moving.

The old man let go of his hand, put down the bloody kitchen knife, carefully covered the coffin lid for the old woman, shook it again, and found that the cover was so tight that it was impossible to be picked up by wild dogs and other beasts, so he grabbed the kitchen knife with satisfaction and stepped into his coffin happily.

"Well, it would be nice if someone could cover my coffin! I can't do too much, and the coffin I stained with my own blood will always be mine. The old man muttered to himself, and the kitchen knife was swiped his neck, and while the blood was gushing, his consciousness did not disappear, and he immediately lay flat in the coffin......

The poor ghost sighed, stretched out his right hand, and slapped it lightly against the old man's coffin.

The lid of the coffin moved slowly, and suddenly the coffin was covered tightly—covering the old man, but also covering the strong smell of blood and pathos.

There seemed to be a strange noise in the coffin, but it didn't matter anymore.

"Rest in peace, go all the way on the Huangquan Road!"

The poor ghost sighed again and floated out of the house, the room behind him "creaking" and automatically closing the door.

Not far away, there was a creepy laugh—the cry of a night owl.