"What supernatural story?"
The green-skinned man held the steering wheel with one hand and yawned.
The young man in the co-pilot retracted his legs from the center console and whispered:
"It is said that this place Western Mountains used to be an ancient battlefield. It had a strong yin energy and many people died. As time passed, some mountain spirits and wild monsters and man-eating evil spirits would naturally appear."
"In the early years, before guardrails were installed on this mountain road, there were always accidents involving night shift workers, and cars would roll over into the ravine every now and then."
"I heard from an old driver that some dirty guys like to dress up as tourists and wave to hail cars on the road in the middle of the night. If anyone kindly stops the car, the dirty guys will take the opportunity to get into the back seat..."
"Then what if I don't stop?"
The green-skinned man asked with a grin.
"That would be even scarier!"
The young man in the co-pilot swallowed and raised his voice a little:
"Dirty stuff can create an illusion in front of your eyes, making you think that the curve ahead is still a straight road."
"Then you continue to drive, the car rushes out, and finally the person and the car fall into the Woods underneath the Cliff."
"Even if the car was found afterwards, the body was incomplete, as if it had been chewed by a wild animal, with all its internal organs empty."
He spoke vividly and vividly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
"Go away and stop trying to scare me with such nonsense."
The green-skinned man laughed and cursed, stretched out his hand to press the car window, and spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth:
"I grew up in the East City Association. I have been killing people for eighteen years, and the evil energy on my body is heavier than even a ghost."
"If there really is a blind person who dares to jump out, I will kick the accelerator and send it to reincarnation--"
Stab--
As he turned the steering wheel and released his foot from the accelerator, the headlights in front of the car suddenly illuminated the curve ahead.
"Hey, what is that?"
The young man in the co-pilot suddenly opened his eyes wide, stretched his neck, and stared at the windshield in front Glass.
I saw a figure wearing Gray Trench Coat, with his back to the front of the car, standing straight in the middle of the road.
Since it was already dark and foggy, the other party was wearing dark clothes.
It was not noticed at all for a while, until the light of the car lights shone on the body, and it was completely revealed.
"Damn it, Brother Liang look at the road! There seems to be someone ahead!"
The young man in the co-pilot sat upright suddenly, raised his hand and pointed at the road ahead and yelled.
The green-skinned man's pupils shrank suddenly, he stepped on the brake with his right foot, and turned the steering wheel to the left with both hands.
The tires rubbed violently against the asphalt road, making a sharp scratching sound, and a burning smell instantly rose from the bottom of the car.
The entire car was thrown sideways forward under the pull of inertia, and the body slid out of control.
But the distance was too close, and even if the green-skinned man reacted quickly and had good driving skills, it would be of no avail.
"Bang--"
An extremely dull loud noise exploded from the front of the car.
The airbag popped out with a bang, causing the two of them to see stars in their eyes.
The green-skinned man's forehead hit the hard plastic edge of the steering wheel, and blood flowed down his brow bone.
The young man in the passenger seat was also strangled by the seat belt, causing pain in his ribs. His forehead hit the B-pillar of the door, breaking a large piece of skin.
The black car stalled completely after the impact and leaned diagonally against the corrugated guardrail on the roadside.
The metal Railing was twisted and deformed by the impact, making a sour crunching sound.
The sirens in the car screamed at the same time, and the lights flashed.
"Fuck... fuck..."
The green-skinned man covered his bleeding forehead, gasping for air, his chest heaving violently.
He pushed open the airbag and grimaced in pain.
The young man in the co-pilot also covered his forehead, his hands were covered with blood, and he cursed with a trembling voice:
"Brother Liang... you killed someone! There was a man wearing Gray Trench Coat standing in the middle of the road just now..."
"Shut up! Go down and check the situation first."
The green-skinned man quickly unbuckled his seat belt and pushed open the deformed car door.
With his experienced Underworld experience, he was vigilant and pulled out a handful of Machete wrapped in newspaper from under the seat.
The young man also grabbed a tire wrench, rolled on the ground, pushed the door open, and got out of the car.
The two of them walked around to the front of the car.
I saw the Engine cover lifted upwards, and the hard metal bumper was dented into a deep pit.
The water tank had completely ruptured, and the coolant leaked out and flowed onto the hot engine, emitting large amounts of white steam.
One of the car's headlights was shattered, and the remaining light penetrated the white smoke and vaguely illuminated the road within a few meters.
However, not even a trace of blood was found on the front hood, windshield Glass, or under the car.
The entire road was dark and empty.
Apart from their smoldering old car, not even a single person could be seen.
There were even no traces of any creature dragged to the ground on the road.
"Where are the people?"
The young man's hand holding the tire wrench began to tremble and he looked around:
"Brother Liang, I clearly saw the collision just now... it was such a loud noise, the front of the car was dented like this... where did the people go?"
"Could it be... that we were really unlucky and encountered something dirty?"
"Shut up! If you look carefully, you might have rolled into the gutter..."
The green-skinned man wiped the blood from his face and glanced around with doubtful eyes.
There was always a horrifying thought in his mind.
If the person who hit it just now was not a person, how on earth were these iron dents dozens of centimeters deep made?
The mountain wind whimpered through Woods, and the surrounding leaves rustled.
The two of them stood back to back, and under the flickering double flashing lights, their faces became paler than the other.
Suddenly, a faint voice sounded from above their heads:
"Are you... looking for me?"
The two men suddenly raised their heads and looked around.
I saw a man wearing Gray Trench Coat floating in the air three meters above the ground.
His eyes were extremely bright in the darkness, like the pupils of a beast, glowing with a cold Red Light.
As his body slowly descended, the light from the car lights barely caught him, revealing a face that was so pale that there was no blood at all.
At first glance, it looks like a paper figurine used as a memorial in a paper shop.
Late at night and early in the morning, in such a deserted mountainous place, I met a pale-faced figure floating in the air.
Such a horrifying scene made the surrounding temperature seem to drop to freezing point instantly.
"Fuck!"
The young man's legs went weak, and the tire wrench in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he stammered and pointed at it:
"You, are you a human or a ghost?!"
The green-skinned man was also startled, and a layer of cold sweat broke out in his hand holding Machete.
But after all, he was the old Underworld who had chopped people down before. He swallowed hard and bravely cursed:
"Fuck! You're just pretending to be a fool here. I'm going to get bumped. Come down if you dare."
Trench Coat The man looked down at the two of them, as if looking at two poultry waiting to be slaughtered.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, and his voice sounded particularly cold in the wind:
"Since you hit me, I will use your flesh and blood to compensate."
As he spoke, his lips opened slightly, revealing a pair of slender canine teeth.
Hearing these incomprehensible words, the two of them froze in place at the same time, feeling a chill running down their tailbones and rushing straight to their foreheads.
Before they could react, the man on the branch moved.
He suddenly spread his arms, and Trench Coat's hem was swollen by the night wind, like a huge black bat, swooping straight down from mid-air.
The green-skinned man had no time to raise his sword.
I felt a gray shadow flash before my eyes, and my chest felt like it had been hit hard by a heavy hammer.
The whole person flew backwards in an instant and was pressed against the metal guardrail on the roadside by an irresistible force.
Machete dropped from his hand and hit the asphalt with a "clang" sound.
Trench Coat The man landed lightly on the ground, tilted his head, and looked at Prey with interest.
The green-skinned man spat out a mouthful of blood, endured the severe pain of his broken sternum, grabbed the guardrail with both hands, and climbed up tremblingly.
He turned his head and shouted to his companion standing next to the car:
"A Qiang, hurry up and get those new guns in the car to deal with him! This is fucking Monster!"
The young man named A Qiang leaned against the car door, his legs trembling, his calves so weak that he couldn't even move forward, and he couldn't even turn around and pull the door.
Trench Coat The man sneered:
"Gun? You don't even have a chance to hold a gun."
He stepped forward and approached slowly, his eyes flashing with cruelty like a cat playing Mouse.
Seeing the monster getting closer and closer.
"Fuck!"
The green-skinned man was forced into a desperate situation, and his survival instinct exploded instantly.
He leaned over and grabbed the Machete on the ground, shouted loudly, held the Sword Hilt tightly with both hands, and smashed it down in front of the man's face.
The blade fell with the sound of wind.
Trench Coat The man did not dodge or dodge, he just raised his left hand.
"Dang--"
The Machete made by Refined Steel struck the man's five fingers, like an iron hook, sending sparks flying everywhere.
The green-skinned man's tiger's mouth cracked instantly, and the long knife flew out of his hand.
The next second, the Trench Coat man's right hand reached out like lightning, grabbed the green-skinned man's neck, and lifted his body of more than 160 kilograms off the ground with one hand.
Then, the man turned his head, opened his mouth, and stabbed his slender canines directly into his beating Carotid Artery.
The green-skinned man kept kicking his legs in mid-air, his eyeballs protruded outward, and he made a "gurgling" sound like air leaking from his throat.
Within a few seconds, his struggling movements became weak and stopped.
The strong muscles shrank like drained water bags.
At the same time, the skin quickly loses its luster and turns gray.
The young man standing next to the car was so frightened that his companions turned into mummies.
The behavior of the man in front of me was just like the legendary Vampire.
He scrambled to his feet, turned around and ran along the winding mountain road down the mountain.
Trench Coat The man let go of his hand and let the green-skinned man's body fall to the ground.
In an emergency, an afterimage of Gray flew out against the road surface Extreme Speed.
Before the young man could run more than ten steps, someone pinched the back of his neck like a chicken.
The huge force forced him to raise his head and open his mouth, trying to cry out for help.
However, Trench Coat man immediately came up from behind, opened his mouth and bit into the side of his neck.
Gudong, Gudong...
The sound of swallowing blood was particularly clear on the empty and quiet road.
Trench Coat The man swallowed the last mouthful of blood and let go of his hand.
The young man who became a mummy fell to the ground, his eye sockets were sunken and he was lifeless.
The man raised the back of his hand and slowly wiped away the blood stains on the corner of his mouth.
The cheeks that were originally pale as paper quickly became rosy as a living person, and the dark red pupils returned to their normal brown-black color.
He let out a long sigh of relief, and a contented rumble came from his chest.
Then he bent down, picked up the two mummies, walked to the crashed car, and stuffed the two people into the back seat.
Then, he came to the front of the car and grabbed the dented bumper with both hands.
The muscles in his arms tensed instantly, and he lifted the two-ton car off the ground and above his head.
He took two steps forward, Exert Force his waist, and suddenly threw the entire car towards Cliff on the outside of the guardrail.
A hundred meters below is a fast-flowing river.
The black car broke countless branches along the way and rolled on the Cliff wall, making bursts of dull impact sounds.
Finally, with a roaring "plop", it crashed into the rushing river and quickly sank to the bottom.
The splashing water quickly swallowed everything up.
Trench Coat The man patted the dust on his hands, turned around and walked into Dense Forest on the side of the road.
The fog at night Mountain Forest is getting thicker and thicker, and you can't see anything clearly beyond ten steps.
But the man walked incredibly fast.
He Shuttling among steep slopes and intricate bushes, without the need to use lights to identify the route.
When encountering a ravine several meters wide, you only need to tap your toes on Shitou, and you will jump over it.
He flew silently through the forest at high speed, not even disturbing the birds perching on Tree Canopy.
After crossing a full two kilometers of rugged mountain road.
The terrain ahead became gentler, and a hut made of thick Log appeared in the mist.
The roof was covered with waterproof canvas, and dim light shone through the cracks in the door.
Trench Coat The man stepped forward and pushed open the wooden door.
A kerosene lamp was lit in the room, and the air reeked of sweat and a strange scent of butter.
There was a rough wooden table in the center, and two people were sitting next to it.
On the left is a man as fat as a Flesh Mountain, grabbing a piece of cold meat with bloodshot eyes and biting into it with greasy hands.
Sitting on the right is Lama with a clear face.
He was wearing a dark red monk's robe, with the collar and cuffs embroidered with complicated trimmings with gold thread, making him look quite noble.
But his face seemed to have been injured, with a few obvious bruises at the corners of his eyes and cheekbones.
At this moment, he was lowering his eyebrows and lowering his eyes, unhurriedly fidgeting with a string of human bone rosary beads in his hand.
The fat man swallowed the meat in his mouth, raised his head, and glanced at the rosy face of the Trench Coat man:
"Have you eaten enough? I'm finally willing to come back."
Trench Coat The man pulled out a wooden chair, sat down casually, and chuckled:
"I happened to meet two Blood Foods who came to my door on the road, so I dealt with them easily and gave them some peace of mind."
The fat man wiped his greasy palms with Towel and said in a somewhat dissatisfied tone:
"Aren't you afraid of exposing your whereabouts if you Hunting like this without permission? Counting it all, how many times have you sneaked out these days?"
"If Master Claude's plan is ruined, even if Lord Ghost is willing to protect you, I'm afraid you won't be able to live without it."
Trench Coat The man leaned back on the chair, unbuttoned his collar, and looked relaxed:
"I sit in this shabby ravine every day, and my bones are almost rusty. If you don't supplement your nutrition before the battle to ensure that you are full of energy, what will you use to fight against others?"
The corners of his mouth then curved up, and he said leisurely:
"Besides, maybe you don't know, right? The original maker of this plan was actually me."
The fat man wiped his mouth for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked at him:
"Is it you?"