The imp cried.

It's not miserable to cry.

Only its upper body condenses into an entity.

But if you don't die, you will be caught in your hand.

Why isn't it a leg~

The driver is not the sixth old, but the pit ratio.

A pit ratio that specializes in seducing children!

The hand was clamped, the speed of the car was fast, and the little ghost was like a rag stretched out of the car, swaying helplessly in the wind.

It's not miserable!

Zhang Song was puzzled, why did he hear the child crying?

Someone abandoned a baby in a tunnel?

His eyes widened, and he searched through the dark tunnels.

Nothing.

Bizarrely, the crying continued.

Whew~

Zhang Song seemed to feel something.

Something is wrong, this has been running for a while, why is the sound still there, is it an auditory hallucination?

He decided to open the skylight again and slow down.

Although I am afraid that Zheng Hongshi will run out, as long as the visor is closed, there may be no problem.

So he opened the entire skylight.

A large amount of cold wind poured in, and the cry disappeared inexplicably.

Zhang Song breathed a sigh of relief.

It's really auditory hallucinations!

The imp's hand was freed, and it stopped crying.

It lay on the skylight, its vicious eyes glaring inside.

It knew that under the visor, there was an older driver who was more vicious than it!

It's not going to be scary, it's going to get straight hands.

Tearing the visor with its indestructible hand, it then rushed in and killed the old driver.

Drink all his blood again, so that the hatred will be relieved.

Syllable!

Its sharp claws reach into the visor!

Zhang Song was stunned.

What's going on, the tunnel is a tofu slag project, and it is dropping slag?

He quickly pressed the close button!

Click!

The little imp was happily pulling out the visor with a bag, and the sound of sizzling was heard.

It looked up blankly.

It's a pity that it's late, and it's caught again.

This time it's a pair of hands!

Zhang Song was a little puzzled.

The cry came again, louder and more miserable.

And there's wind coming in.

The sunroof is not closed? Stuck?

He pressed the open button.

The imp's hand was finally freed, and it didn't stop doing anything, and just stuck its head in.

Zizizizi!

The sunroof is closed again...

Oh~

This time it was terrible, and the voice almost sounded close to my ears.

Zhang Song was frightened.

He was confused.

Auditory hallucinations are getting worse.

Maybe you should get some air.

Although the sunroof may be broken, it is in harmony.

He no longer paid attention to the skylight, nor the crying, the thumping kept going on, and he had to figure out how to deal with the dirty.

Zhang Qianqi was woken up.

It's too loud to wake up.

In a daze, he was cursing Zhang Song.

Nima, it's normal to listen to songs to refresh yourself, there's nothing wrong with talk shows and two-person turns, and the cross talk sketches are better.

It's understandable to have a rap or DJ, but what the hell is it to hear a child cry?

It is said that the 6 group leaders are wonderful, and they can also review the island country's small movies while driving, but the people on the other side of the bank are even more wonderful.

Think about the child and go crazy!

When he opened his eyes, he was stunned when he saw the little ghost close at hand!

Nima, this is a real ghost~

The green-faced fangs, less than twenty centimeters away, are absolutely scared.

Zhang Qianqi's heart also twitched.

After a moment's closer look, he smiled.

This little ghost is not scary, he is really crying!

Not only burst into tears, but his neck was stuck with yin qi.

He couldn't help but look at Zhang Song who was driving.

It's hard to believe that this is an ordinary person doing it.

In the face of a little imp who has cultivated for a hundred years, he can subdue the other party by just physical means.

T Klaas~

It's not bad, Zhang Song is definitely a god who clips dolls.

Whew~

When the little ghost saw Zhang Qianqi, he cried even louder.

Nima, not only was he not afraid when he saw it, but he gloated and was a carload of bad lewdness~

Uh-huh!

Wang Yue snorted in his sleep.

Zhang Qianqi hurriedly picked up the big dung spoon and pointed it at the little ghost's mouth.

The imp's mouth opened wider, and his grimace became more miserable, but the cry was gone.

This hand silencer button is very timely.

Zhang Song's mood was soothed.

Without crying, he could finally study the thud carefully.

The line of sight was once again out of focus, only instinctively controlling the vehicle, and Zhang Song entered a mysterious perception.

So much so that he didn't even see Ah Piao in front of him.

Zhang Qianqi ignored the little ghost, he was staring in the rearview mirror.

Zhang Song's state surprised him.

His eyes were unfocused, but they were intense.

His face was soothing, his brow furrowed a little, and he was realizing something...

Is it meditation?

Meditation refers to the "state of mind", which calms down the chaotic thoughts, and the outer meditation is internal and focused.

It is a state of mind that breaks through all physical, psychological and subconscious barriers.

Those who enter meditation will get twice the result with half the effort in their practice.

Zhang Qianqi shook his head.

Zhang Song is an ordinary person, he has no practice, and such a state of meditation is really... No eggs!

Inadvertently, Zhang Qianqi saw a fluttering figure in white clothes, getting closer and closer.

It was a woman, her feet dangling from the ground, hung in the air by a white cloth.

Zhang Qianqi's eyes twitched.

Hang Death!

The tongue is not long, and it is a freshly hanged one.

It's useless, at most it scares ordinary people.

But being in the tunnel and being seen by them is very abnormal.

Obviously, it was for them.

Zhang Qianqi shook his head and smiled.

The other party will definitely miscalculate.

Sure enough, there were no brakes, and in a state of meditation, Zhang Song didn't pay attention to anything.

The red flag car drove by at great speed, and Zhang Qianqi could see the face of the hanged and resentful.

Bang!

A heavy object fell on the car.

Needless to say, it must be an undying hanging.

Zhang Qianqi didn't act rashly, he was watching Zhang Song's reaction.

Intuition told him that tonight's Zhang Song was not simple.

Zhang Song was awakened by the sound.

Although he meditated, he didn't come up with anything.

Hearing this voice, his heart was on fire.

"Paralyzed, is bullying Lao Tzu an ordinary person?"

Didi!

He honked his horn twice.

On the roof of the car, Hiromi Meimei climbed hard from the back of the car like a ghost.

The owner gave instructions to be scary.

But as a new ghost, she is very unskilled in business.

The two horns startled her and almost fell out of the car.

She reached out haphazardly, and finally grabbed a bulge.

It's like a doll.

How can there be dolls on a bare roof?

She didn't care.

There is a gripper, this is luck~

She grabbed the little ghost's legs and started crawling~

Zhang Qianqi felt the abnormal movement, and even felt the resentment of the little ghost.

Tears flow backwards, necks are stretched, and there is a big shadow in my heart!

As he thought, Guangmei was also resentful.

If you are not afraid of hanging tricks, then you can only get closer.

Climbing onto the front windshield of the car was her goal.

First reach out your hand, stick out your long tongue, and finally poke out your entire face.

Drivers are bound to be scared to pee.

It's the glory of doing dirty.

She smiled eerily as she had climbed through the skylight and reached for the windshield.

Bang bang!

There were two more impacts in the rear, and Zhang was relieved not to want it.

What's wrong with the dirty thing, except for being scary, it doesn't seem to have any ability.

This made him angry in his heart, and evil grew in his guts.

So he slammed on the brakes.

Guangmei was stretching out her hand, and under the effect of inertia, she instantly rushed to the windshield.

Caught off guard, she was stunned for a second, and then the resentment in her heart deepened.

As a dead driver, this is a process that doesn't want to be terrifying, and he will be scared to death!

Then it will be done for you!

Hiromi sat on the front windshield, her eyes widened, her tongue stretched infinitely, and her head poked towards the driver's position.

Kill with your face, you can't be scared to death~

But the one who is close to her face is the back of the head.

Zhang Songzheng stared back, he didn't let go of anything, and vowed to find the dirty thing.

His hands were not idle, and he felt under him.

Brother Hua said that metaphysics is actually very simple.

A pair of broken shoes might be enough to get rid of the dirt.

Break the evil spirit~

The hand touching the shoe inadvertently touched the windshield wiper.

Good guys, the alcohol glass water squirts out, and the hanging crush of the pos is in the middle.

Tragedy occurred.