Lao Lutou chuckled and said, "You just need to keep an eye on the outside."

"Every night someone will come here to deliver express delivery or takeaway food. Remember, no one can come in, and you can't go out. You won't talk to someone in red, and you won't reach out to someone in yellow. Do you understand?"

Song of survival!

I remained calm on the surface, but my heart sank suddenly.

Everyone in the art knows that the "Song of Life" in the art is a very terrifying existence. Only those who have narrowly escaped death will have the "Song of Life".

"Song of Survival" can tell you how to save your life, but it can also lead people to risk their lives.

"Song of Survival" may be a mantra obtained by a warlock with blood, or it may be a trap deliberately left by ghosts and gods. If you don't follow the arrangement of "Song of Survival", you will definitely die, but after you go down, you may appear somewhere.

A reversal will send people directly to hell.

But people can only figure out what the words in "Song of Life" mean at the moment of death?

I sat up slightly: "Old man, haven't you finished what you said?"

Old Man Lu smiled and walked away: "I don't know where the remaining sentences are? You can look for them slowly!"

When Old Man Lu said this, Mrs. Gong walked to the gate, and the other party suddenly stopped: "Young man, I forgot to tell you something. Until someone takes over for you, you can only watch the gate honestly, otherwise

If so, you will have to come back to look after the door even if you die, do you understand?"

After Old Man Lu said a few words, he turned around with a smile, opened the door, and stepped out.

"Old man, please wait a moment." Lin Zhao wanted to chase him, but I stopped him: "Wait a moment and see if he can walk on the road ahead."

I opened the ghost eyes the moment Old Man Lu opened the door. I could see the death energy wrapped around the old man's body, but I couldn't tell whether he was alive or dead. I could only use ordinary warlock methods to determine whether the old man was a human or a ghost.

According to the saying of Shu Dao: The living people walk the road to the world of heaven, and the dead walk the road to the underworld.

When a living person crosses the road, he will walk directly there, but the dead will walk along the roadside and will not stop until they encounter a crack in the road or a crossroads. Because that is where yin and yang meet, and they need to get up from there.

Huangquan Road.

Not long after Old Man Lu stepped onto the road, an elongated truck sped past the road. I watched him being rolled under the wheels, and then pushed more than ten meters away by the truck that couldn't stop its momentum. It was dazzling.

The blood trail slid far along the road and flowed out on the side of the wheel.

When the driver got out of the car and called the police, I grabbed Lin Zhao and ran towards the truck.

When I lowered my head and looked under the car, I happened to see Old Man Lu's deadpan face.

Old Man Lu, whose body had been twisted and deformed, seemed to be deliberately hiding under the car and playing hide-and-seek with me. He hugged the wheel with both hands, poked half of his face out from under the blood-stained tire, twisted his head and used the words that had spread out.

His bright pupils looked diagonally towards my face from under the car.

The moment we looked at each other, the other person's pupils suddenly locked. The rapidly shrinking black pupils were like two needlepoints embedded in the eyeballs, right between my eyes. Suddenly, I felt a feeling that was not a dead person.

Looking at my illusion.

That's right! It's not the dead man looking at me, but something looking at me through the dead man's eyes.

When my eyes paused for a moment, Lin Zhao touched me lightly. I looked in the direction of Lin Zhao's finger, and saw a bloody shoe tip under the wheel on the other side.

Those shoes were exactly the same as the cloth shoes that Old Man Lu threw away.

I was stunned for a moment when I heard someone behind me scolding: "You two are sick! Can you just look at dead people?"

The man's voice deepened and he said: "Aren't you afraid that dead people will come to find you? I tell you, don't go forward when you meet dead people on the road. If you block the dead people's path, you won't have anywhere to cry."

"I'm telling you, the person who was killed by the collision didn't have time to give his last words, so he jumped on everyone he saw. Don't let the dead man possess you, and leave quickly!"

I was staring at the foot on the opposite side of the car and had no time to talk nonsense to the driver. Lin Zhao directly answered the question: "Don't scare people, aren't you standing there yourself? Aren't you afraid of being possessed by a dead person?"

"

I took advantage of the two people's bickering and went around the back of the car.

I won't go to the front of the car. That's also the rule in the art world. The dead person is under the car and his hand is still pulling the wheel. If you pass the front of the car, as long as the dead man's hand is lifted, someone will have to accompany him.

When walking around the car, you have to go to the back of the car, because a dead person cannot push a car backwards.

Before I walked over, I heard the driver say: "I have a red cloth on me, do you have any on you?"

Lin Zhao simply confronted him: "Can you take out the red cloth on your body and show it to me?"

"Let me show you..." The driver's voice suddenly stopped: "Where's the red cloth on my body? I kicked it in my pocket..."

The driver suddenly laughed, clenched his fist and stretched it out in front of Lin Zhao: "The red cloth is here, you can take it."
Chapter completed!