The Taoist master should restrain himself, the country will soon be unable to continue

Chapter 65

"Yawn~"

The torrential rain poured down, and thick fog rose everywhere, gradually covering the entire Jiangzhou City.

On the road, a truck was driving, and the driver was a middle-aged man with a beard.

In order to deliver the goods as soon as possible, the middle-aged uncle has not rested since last night. At this moment, he can't help being tired and yawns frequently.

But thinking about it, they have already arrived in Jiangzhou City, and they will arrive in less than half an hour, and the support will be over.

"This damn weather."

The cold rain slapped on the windshield crazily, and the wipers kept cleaning, and the middle-aged man couldn't help complaining.

The front was fine, but as soon as they entered the area of ​​Jiangzhou City, it began to rain heavily. The rain was so fierce, the crackling rain, and the sound of patting on the car was deafening.

The most terrible thing is the fog. Even if the high beams are turned on, the visible distance is only a few dozen meters, and the vision is blurred.

"Forget it, hurry up and finish this trip, go home and spend time with your daughter."

The middle-aged uncle looked up at the photo hanging on the car, with a happy smile on his face.

There is a little girl with twin ponytails, stretching out her hands to beg her, and a healing smile. It is his nine-year-old daughter.

On the other side, after seeing the figure of the village, Su Yang braved the rain and walked forward. Of course, every time the huge rain approached him, he seemed to be hindered and bounced away.

"Clap clap clap!"

While walking, a string of firecrackers suddenly sounded in the fog ahead.

For a long while nothing came out, but then there was the sound of suona, which was desolate and desolate.

Su Yang didn't change his face, but the 30 netizens in the live broadcast room were shocked.

"Damn it, you're running into a dark marriage team this time, right? Daoist, run!"

"Ghost marriage? Is that a female ghost sitting in the sedan chair? I suddenly had a bold idea..."

"His grandma, I'm squatting in the pit, give me a shock, the five grains and reincarnated things are scared back."

The funeral burial team that came out of the village walked out of a yellow mud road and onto the wide asphalt road.

The place of their burial this time had already been selected in advance with a treasured place of geomantic omen. Walk along this asphalt road for a certain distance, and then go down another small road, and there is a flat land not far from the mountain.

No, the oppressive burial procession ran into Su Yang walking towards him not far away from the road.

When other people saw Su Yang dressed as a Taoist priest, they took a second look, and the little boy sitting on the coffin opened his eyes wide and stared at Su Yang curiously. Taoist priest, he is still the first The first time I saw her, I was naturally curious, so I stopped being noisy.

"Mom, what is that?"

The little boy pointed at Su Yang excitedly, but was soon stopped by his mother.

"I told you not to point your fingers at others, it's impolite."

The middle-aged woman wearing a white cloth wiped away her tears, and reprimanded her hoarsely, "That's a Taoist priest."

"Taoist? Oh oh."

The little boy put down his hand obediently, and nodded in understanding.

Passing by the burial procession, Su Yang glanced at the innocent child, smiled, and continued on his way.

Not far after walking, Su Yang suddenly heard a lot of movement behind him.

Turning his head, he saw a large truck driving towards him in the thick fog in front of the burial procession.

Because of the thick fog and torrential rain, even if the truck driver turned on the high beams and fog lights, the effect would be minimal.

The line of sight was severely blocked, and the heavy rain slapped on the car body crazily. After a long time, the noisy sound made the driver's ears buzzing and numb.

No, it was driving, and suddenly a group of burial teams dressed in sackcloth and mourning appeared in front of them, and they couldn't even react.

"Drip drip drip!"

The truck driver's pupils shrank sharply, and he instinctively honked the horn, and the piercing whistle resounded across the sky in an instant.

But the distance between the two is too short, too short, only a few dozen meters, which is only two seconds for a large truck that is normally driving.

At this critical juncture, the truck driver's adrenaline was rushing, and he reacted quickly. He didn't slam on the brakes immediately, but relied on his years of driving experience to lightly slam on the brakes and at the same time turn the steering wheel slightly.

The operation was extremely fast, and when he was about to hit the burial procession, he finally let the truck lean towards the side of the mountain.

On the side of the burial procession, they saw a large truck bumping head-on in vain in the thick fog, which looked like a wild beast attacking.

This frightened everyone, their expressions changed drastically, and their desire to survive was instantly full. Without the slightest hesitation, they ran away, and went straight to the opposite direction from where the truck hit, and rushed into the grass by the roadside.

There were even a lot of people struggling to jump and fell into the ditch, but it was better than being run over by a truck, at least they could survive.

The coffin bearers among them saw that the truck was about to hit them head-on, and their faces changed drastically in fright. They couldn't care about anything else. They didn't dare to hesitate, let go decisively, left the coffin and ran away.

But don't forget, there is a little boy sitting on the coffin.

It's just that, in this flash of light, who cares about other things.

Only the parents of the child, the first reaction was to hug the child, but when they were about to hug the child, the coffin suddenly fell heavily on the ground, and the child on it flew out instantly.

The original burial team was close to the roadside. Seeing the truck coming, they naturally ran to the roadside, and the truck driver thought so too, so he turned the steering wheel and turned the steering wheel to the side of the mountain on the other side.

Seeing that this false alarm car accident will be avoided.

But at this moment, the little boy fell off the coffin and flew abruptly into the middle of the road, just in the path where the truck was going to hit after turning the corner.

"My cub!"

The mother's eyes widened, and she roared almost hysterically. She was afraid of death, but she was more afraid of her son being hurt.

But now, seeing her son about to be run over by a truck, the mother almost collapsed, and the tears that had dried up were wet again, and despair spread all over her body.

The same palpitation was also caused by the truck driver. He reacted and avoided a car accident by relying on his excellent skills, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a child suddenly flew over in front of the car.

This frightened him so much that his face paled and he was sweating coldly. His heart was like a roller coaster, and it had already jumped into his throat.

Just reacting on the spot, avoiding the burial team was already the limit, and now he wanted to do it again, but he was determined but powerless.

Seeing that he was about to run over the little boy, the truck driver's face was pale, his whole body was shaking, and fear crept into his heart.

"It's over!"

But at this critical moment, I saw an afterimage suddenly passing in front of the truck, and when I looked again, the little boy had disappeared.

"boom!"

The truck ran straight into the side of the mountain, and with a bang, it rolled over on the ground, kicking up a large cloud of dust, and the scene was in a mess.

"My cub!"

(End of this chapter)