Ghost Breath

Mr.Zhao was forty-eight years old this year, but his face was filled with wrinkles, making him look like he was in his sixties.

This year was his twelfth year in the black car. He would go out every night and return home at dawn to spend the days and nights reversed.

Although he was driving a black car, the paint on the car of the Mr.Zhao was snow-white, the reason being that he had been accused since he was young, and was easy to attract ghosts, in the past, the Mr.Zhao did not think much of it, but now that he was old, he was less bold, and was afraid of it, so he decided to drive a white car, it was brighter, and even had a protective talisman on him to avoid the Evil Qi.

Tonight, Mr.Zhao went out after dinner as usual. He was lucky, as soon as he got out of the car.

The round trip from the provincial capital to the suburbs took around four hours. The long trip list was the most cost-effective time to travel. There wasn't any delay for them to have a midnight snack on their way back.

The Mr.Zhao successfully delivered the guests to their destination. Then, he did not linger and directly returned.

However, when he arrived at the bridge, which he had to cross, he discovered that it had been blocked. It turned out that there had been a serious accident on the bridge and the two container trucks had collided, so he had to seal the bridge.

Mr.Zhao blamed himself for being unlucky. Since there was nothing he could do, he could only change the route.

He turned the car around and soon was on a deserted path.

Mr.Zhao was familiar with this path, but it was something that happened seven or eight years ago. At that time, he did not have a way out, so he could only take this path.

The Mr.Zhao was also clear about that rumor. They said that five years ago, there was a fire at a funeral home located on the small path. After that, the funeral home became an abandoned place, and there were many ghosts nearby, saying that if a car passed by the funeral home, there would be ghosts coming to pick it up, so you must not stop.

During the journey, the Mr.Zhao would naturally think of that rumor. Furthermore, the road was currently pitch black, there wasn't even a single street light on, which made him even more flustered.

After a while, Mr.Zhao yawned twice and pinched his neck, feeling a little tired. At this time, he realised that the road ahead was getting narrower and blacker, and there was even a red car stopping to block his way.

Because the road was too narrow and only one car was allowed to pass, Mr.Zhao was forced to stop the car. He glared at the back of the red car and thought angrily: Who is so wicked to park in a place like this?

In the dark, the red sedan looked cold, with no lights.

Mr.Zhao pressed his horn a few times, but the other party did not react at all.

Mr.Zhao always felt that there should be someone in the carriage. A normal person would never be able to stop their car on the road, so he decided to take a look.

When Mr.Zhao just got out of the car, he discovered that the red car was starting to reverse slowly. It was moving very slowly, but it was definitely moving.

Mr.Zhao felt a chill down his spine. From his experience, he knew that the carriage was not on fire and the road was flat. Unless there was a cart, the carriage would not move on its own.

The red carriage slowly approached, causing Mr.Zhao to stand there in a daze.

The Mr.Zhao looked around and spotted a large metal gate to his left. Inside the gate, there was a pile of ruins, and beside the door, there was a sign with black and white characters written on it. It read: Peach Blossom Funeral Home.

Mr.Zhao's heart sank. He felt like his feet were stepping on cotton. He was really unlucky today, to be able to come to this place.

Mr.Zhao was very clear about the funeral home's incident, there must be a problem with this red car! Mr.Zhao turned around and left, but at this time, he saw a woman wearing bright red clothes with hair down to her waist standing beside the back door. The woman had a red hand that knocked on the window, looking similar to the people who would normally request to get on the carriage.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Muffled sounds came from the window, causing Mr.Zhao's scalp to go numb. Ignoring the woman in red, he summoned up his courage and quickly returned to the car. He backed it up, turned around, and left the funeral parlor at a speed of 120 yards.

Along the way, the Mr.Zhao kept looking at the mirror, afraid that the ghost girl would catch up.

When he got home the next day, Mr.Zhao had a high fever and rested in bed for a few days. However, he did not dare to mention to his family that he had met a female ghost. It was not until two weeks later, when he was drinking with some of his brothers who were driving the black car, that he finally spoke of it.

A slightly knowledgeable brother told him that the red sedan that night was just a smokescreen, but that the ghost girl had wanted to take his car and had deliberately hallucinated to stop him.

The brother also said that once a person was tired, he would easily hallucinate and be possessed by a ghost. It was because Mr.Zhao was tired from driving that night that he was tricked by the ghost lady.

In the following month, Mr.Zhao did not have much business to do.

One day, because it was raining heavily, Mr.Zhao got out of the car at noon. The reason why he was so early was because it was difficult to find out about the dark car in the rain. The other reason was that he was going to the county city to attend his old brother's son's wedding tonight.

Who knew that after an entire afternoon, Mr.Zhao would only receive one business deal, and it was still a short trip. With a bad mood, Mr.Zhao saw that it was getting late, so he simply stopped his work and rushed to the county city.

On his way to the county town, he had to pass the River Crossing Bridge, but when he drove to the River Crossing Bridge, he was dumbfounded. It turned out that the bridge had been sealed off again because of the construction of the bridge. Mr.Zhao was furious, he thought to himself, this was too unlucky.

He had to change routes, but the problem was that the only route left was the small road in front of the funeral home. When Mr.Zhao thought about the small road, his heart trembled.

After hesitating for a while, Mr.Zhao still decided to take the risk. Fortunately, it was only dusk and the situation was very different from that night.

After around thirty minutes, Mr.Zhao once again travelled to the small road. On the road, it was raining cats and dogs and the sky was dark.

It was not a disaster, it was a disaster that couldn't be avoided. With that in mind, the Mr.Zhao finally pulled into the alleyway. Like that night, the alleyway became narrower and narrower, and he knew that the abandoned funeral home was not far away.

Very quickly, Mr.Zhao arrived at the section of the road in front of the funeral home, the place where the ghost was killed that night. However, the situation today was very different from that night.

They were clearly "living cars", the people sitting inside the carriage, Mr.Zhao, could see them clearly. Some of the drivers held an umbrella above their heads and were muttering something as they got off the carriage.

Unconsciously, Mr.Zhao heard a few drivers talking, and realised that the first car had broken down and blocked off the road, causing the cars behind to be forced to stop. The drivers could not hold it in and were preparing to help repair the car.

Seeing that there were more people around, Mr.Zhao was relieved, but when he got out of the car to join the crowd, he saw a blurry shadow standing next to every car. The shadows seemed as if they had never been drenched by the rain, and a drizzle of rain even passed through their bodies, creating a strange scene. They were all doing the same thing: slowly tapping the window!

Mr.Zhao was so scared that he quickly closed the door of the car, then he looked at the sign that read "Peach Blossom Funeral Home", and instantly understood.

These ghosts wanted to hitchhike, but they had targeted every single one of their cars!

The Mr.Zhao didn't have time to think about it too much and immediately retreated. Like that night, he desperately turned back the car and left the funeral parlor.

He was scared, really scared. His brother's son's wedding would not be successful, and he swore that he would never come back on this path even if he was beaten to death.

The sky was already dark, the rain was still pouring down crazily, the wipers were swinging quickly, and the Mr.Zhao was gradually calming down. Just then, he thought of a question.

Why were there ghosts next to those cars just now, except for my car?

Mr.Zhao was puzzled.

He turned around, wanting to take another look at the situation behind him, but at that moment, he suddenly saw a woman in red with long hair and a blurry face sitting in the back seat of his car. It was the ghost of a woman he met that night!

Only then did Mr.Zhao understand that those ghosts did not come to take his carriage because he already had one.

From that night on, the ghost girl got into his car and sat in it. It was no wonder that business was so poor this past month. Occasionally, a passenger would sit in the front seat.

Mr.Zhao remembered something his drinking buddies had told him. They told him that the hitchhikers in front of the funeral home only wanted to go to the place where they were before their deaths. If they didn't reach their destination, they would never get out of the car, forever …

Oh no!