The truck collided head-on with the funeral procession (please subscribe)

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The truck collided head-on with the funeral procession (please subscribe)

"Yawn~"

Heavy rain poured down and heavy fog rose, 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 man has not rested since last night. At this moment, he cannot help but feel tired and yawns frequently.

But thinking about it, we have already arrived in Jiangzhou City, and we can arrive there in less than half an hour, so it will be over soon.

"What a damn weather."

The cold rain beat wildly on the windshield, and the wipers kept cleaning. The middle-aged man couldn't help but complain.

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

The worst thing is that it is foggy. Even if the high beam is turned on, the visible distance is only a dozen meters, and the line of sight is blurred.

"Forget it, finish this trip quickly and go home to 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 tails, hands outstretched, and a healing smile. She is his nine-year-old daughter.

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

"Pah, pah, pah!"

As I was walking, a string of firecrackers suddenly sounded in the fog ahead.

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

Su Yang remained calm, but the 300,000 netizens in the live broadcast room were frightened.

"Damn it, are you going to bump into the underworld marriage team during this battle? Taoist Priest, run!"

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

"It's his grandmother's fault. I'm squatting in a pit. If you give me a fright, the grain cycle will shrink back."

The funeral procession that came out of the village walked out of a yellow dirt road and onto a wide asphalt road.

Their burial site this time had been chosen in advance as a geomantic treasure. They walked along this asphalt road for a while, then went down another path and found a flat land not far up the mountain.

No, not long after the funeral procession, which was filled with a depressing atmosphere, hit the road, they bumped into Su Yang walking towards them.

When other people saw Su Yang dressed as a Taoist priest, they took a second look. The little boy sitting on the coffin opened his eyes even more and stared at Su Yang with curiosity on his face. Taoist priest, he is still the first.

When we saw him for the first time, he was naturally curious and stopped making noise.

"Mom, what is that?"

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

"I told you not to point at others with your fingers. It's impolite."

The middle-aged woman wearing a white cloth on her head wiped her tears and scolded her with a hoarse voice: "That's a Taoist priest."

"Taoist priest? Oh oh."

The little boy put down his hand obediently and nodded understandingly.

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

Not far away, Su Yang suddenly heard a loud noise coming from behind.

Turning around, I saw a large truck coming towards me in the heavy fog in front of the funeral procession.

Because of heavy fog and heavy rain, even if the truck driver turns on high beams and fog lights, the effect is minimal.

The line of sight was severely obstructed, and the heavy rainwater beat wildly on the car. Over time, the noisy sound made the driver's ears buzz and numb.

No, as we were driving, suddenly a group of funeral processions appeared in front of us. We couldn't even react.

“Didi di di di!”

The truck driver's pupils shrank sharply, and he instinctively honked the horn, and the piercing whistle instantly resounded through the sky.

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

At this critical moment, the truck driver was full of adrenaline and reacted quickly. He did not slam on the brakes immediately. Instead, relying on his years of driving experience, he lightly applied the brakes and turned the steering wheel slightly.

The operation was extremely fast, and just when it was about to hit the funeral procession, the truck was finally moved towards the side of the mountain.

On the side of the funeral procession, I saw a large truck crashing head-on in the heavy fog. It looked like a wild beast attacking.

This frightened everyone, their expressions changed dramatically, and their desire for survival was instantly heightened. Without any hesitation, they ran away, heading straight in the opposite direction from where the truck hit, and rushed into the grass beside the road.

There were even many people who struggled to jump and fell into the ditch, but it was better than being run over by a truck. At least they could survive.

Those who were carrying the coffin saw that the truck was about to hit them. Their faces changed with fright. They couldn't care less about the others. They didn't dare to hesitate and gave up decisively, leaving the coffin and running away.

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

But, in this flash of lightning, who can care about anything else.

Only the child's parents' first reaction was to hug the child, but when they were about to hug the child, the coffin suddenly fell heavily to the ground, and the child on top was instantly thrown away.

Originally, the burial procession was close to the roadside. When they saw the truck approaching, they naturally ran towards the roadside. The truck driver also thought the same, so he turned the steering wheel towards the other side of the mountain.

Seeing that this false alarm car accident will be avoided.

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

"My cub!"

The mother's eyes widened and she roared almost hysterically. She was afraid of death, but she was even more afraid that her son would be harmed.

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

The truck driver also had palpitations. He had relied on his excellent skills to react and avoided a car accident, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a child suddenly flew in front of the car.

This frightened him so much that his face turned pale and he broke out in cold sweat. His heart felt like a roller coaster and had already jumped into his throat.

Just now, he reacted on the spot and avoided the burial procession as far as he could. Now that he wanted to do it again, he had the will but the inability to do so.

Seeing that he was about to run over the little boy, the truck driver's face turned pale, his whole body was trembling, 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. When I looked again, the little boy had disappeared.

"boom!"

The truck hit the side of the mountain, and with a loud explosion, it rolled over on the ground, raising a large cloud of dust and making the scene a mess.

"My cub!"
Chapter completed!