The six men's performance reminded me of Zheng Motian.
After his initial disbelief, panic, and fear, Zheng Motian had also calmed down and patiently tried to find a scapegoat.
If it had been someone else, such a strong will to survive might have been moving. But when it came to these scumbags, it only made people feel disgusted.
However, compared with Zheng Motian, these six men were even more unfortunate. They had not encountered a ghost. They had only run into a ghostly wall, becoming trapped on this road and dying again and again.
The dream did not speed up, so I could only patiently watch them try various methods, ultimately being hacked to death by the knives in their own hands. Even when they threw the knives away once, after wandering around in circles, the knives returned to their hands and became the weapons that killed them.
Their patience was quickly worn away. Their drug addiction flared up, and after taking drugs, they died in a daze. Then everything started over again.
I saw their bodies beginning to change. They themselves were completely unaware of it, but their bodies truly began to rot and develop the maggots that only corpses should have. They were still arguing, and the rotting flesh on their faces fell away as they spoke. When they made sounds again, the noises no longer came from their vocal cords, but from within their bones.
The darkness continued, and the only light on the road came from their vehicle's headlights.
After seeing the changes in their bodies, I became even more patient.
Before long, after all of them had turned into skeletons, I saw additional light appear on the road.
The light shone directly from behind. When I turned around, I saw a car that had appeared