Half an hour later, Jin Fuyao looked at the driver with a dark face as he struggled to move the tree trunk under the car.
Well, she believed it was a coincidence.
In fact, not only did she believe that this was a coincidence, she also believed that everything was caused by her own bad luck.
A tree trunk falling on the road is a coincidence, but seven tree trunks falling on the ground in a row means a natural disaster.
Thinking that a typhoon had passed through before, Jin Fuyao understood clearly that now there was a chaos of war and chaos, and no one was clearing the road.
Putting back the hand Mucang he had been holding, Jin Fuyao yawned gracefully, hoping to drive away the invaders quickly.
When we came back from this trip, the driver's expression looked much worse. He was also convinced. Why were there so many fallen trees on this stretch of road?
Turning to look at the sleepy Jin Fuyao, the driver whispered comforting words: "Boss Jin, please get some sleep first. We will enter the city soon. We will find a place to rest there at night."
Jin Fuyao let out a dull sigh, then tilted his head and fell asleep.
The car drove forward for a while, and saw another tree trunk lying across the middle of the road. The driver couldn't help but curse, and then rushed to move the tree aggressively.
This time it took only a short time. Jin Fuyao only felt that in a blink of an eye, he heard the sound of the front seat door closing.
Jin Fuyao put his hand on his forehead, not even bothering to open his eyes: "It's faster this time. If there's something blocking the way ahead, just go back!"
The journey was so bumpy that she suddenly didn't want to go.
The driver didn't say anything, only made a rustling sound.
Then, a wet towel covered Jin Fuyao's mouth and nose.
Jin Fuyao subconsciously opened his eyes and saw Mr. Zhang's long-lost face.
Jin Fuyao's eyes suddenly widened, but she heard Mr. Jin smile in her ear: "Fuyao, long time no see!"
Jin Fuyao wanted to reach out to grab her handbag, but she couldn't use any strength in her hands and feet, and even her consciousness began to become blurred.
Mr. Zhang seemed to have noticed her movements, and reached out to take Jin Fuyao's handbag, and then opened Jin Fuyao's clothes: "She is really kind to you. She is willing to throw anything at you. No wonder you are so anxious. Get rid of me, Fuyao, you hurt my heart so much."
Jin Fuyao wanted to open her mouth and scold Mr. Zhang. It was obviously this man who secretly left her with the R people. How could he have the nerve to pretend to be deeply in love with her now?
But Mr. Zhang didn't know what he had used on her. Even though she moved her lips desperately, she still couldn't say anything.
Her equipment was of no use at all.
Seeing the despair in Jin Fuyao's eyes, Mr. Zhang reached out and pulled a strand of Jin Fuyao's hair and sniffed it vigorously: "Fuyao, what are you afraid of? Have you forgotten how happy we were back then?"
Mr. Zhang's fingers kept lingering on Jin Fuyao's body, with a chilling smile on his face.
At this moment, a woman's low voice sounded outside the car: "Okay, we should go!"
Mr. Zhang touched Jin Fuyao's smooth face, and then grabbed Jin Fuyao's hair.
He actually dragged Jin Fuyao from the back seat to the front seat.
He was dragged out of the car door again.
The woman frowned slightly when she saw this, but she only reminded: "It took too long, we have to go back and recover quickly."
Mr. Zhang looked at the woman's face and smiled sullenly: "You are really useful!"
He was just about to say that he would continue to cooperate next time, but to his surprise, the woman ignored him and left.
There was a haze in Mr. Zhang's eyes, and he dragged Jin Fuyao's hand harder: If it weren't for this swordsman, how could he be in this situation.
While thinking about it, Mr. Zhang's hand became a little stronger and he actually tore off a piece of Jin Fuyao's scalp.
Jin Fuyao shed a tear of despair from the corner of her eyes. She still owed that man to take off her flesh and blood!
late at night
Jin Qing was lying on the bed, sound asleep, when suddenly the sound of dripping water came to his ears.
In the quiet house, the sound was crystal clear.
Thinking that he might have forgotten to turn off the faucet, Jin Qing sat up in a daze and was about to get off the ground.
But I heard 707 suddenly remind: "Host, don't go, don't go anywhere."
The host must not be allowed to go out, she will go crazy.
707's words were like an alarm clock, causing Jin Qing, who was still a little confused, to wake up instantly.
No, the kitchen is downstairs, why is the sound of water so clear?
Jin Qing took two deep breaths subconsciously, and then his whole aura completely changed.
707 was too scared to speak, while Jin Qing got up and got to the ground.
Jin Qing's steps were heavy, and with every step he took, a crack would appear on the floor tiles.
The steps of the stairs that Jin Qing stepped on were even more deeply dented.
Jin Qing walked to the kitchen step by step, and then his pupils suddenly shrank.
In the kitchen, a red fruit figure floated.
Her body collapsed and sometimes condensed, as if she wanted to touch the pot but couldn't.
There seemed to be some liquid left on her body, making a ticking sound.
But the ground was clean and there was nothing.
Jin Qing clenched his hands into fists at his side: "Jin Fuyao."
Hearing Jin Qing's voice, the owner of the body froze suddenly, and then slowly turned around.
Jin Qing's breathing stopped suddenly, and his eyes instantly turned blood red.
The soul of Jin Fuyao in front of him was truly miserable.
Her scalp was gone, and her skull was clearly exposed.
Perhaps because she had no scalp, the skin and flesh on her face drooped, looking like a twitching raisin.
Her hands and forearms had lost all flesh, leaving only white bones, and the same condition existed on her two calves.
Her belly was wide open and empty, with nothing in it.
It was obvious that she had been subjected to inhuman torture before her death.
After seeing Jin Qing, Jin Fuyao moved her hands unconsciously. Although she no longer remembered Jin Qing, she still remembered her obsession with making boneless meat for Jin Qing.
Jin Qing's body was trembling violently. She took a few steps forward and reached out to pull Jin Fuyao's finger bones.
But Jin Fuyao suddenly had a smile on his lips: "Master, I have found you!"
Then, two lines of blood and tears fell from the corners of Jin Fuyao's eyes.
After turning into a ghost, she actually remembered her past life.
Jin Qing's fingers were also trembling. Her index finger lightly touched Jin Fuyao's fingertips: "Wan Tao, I'm late again, aren't I?"
Even though she has great abilities, she still can't protect a small peach.
This seemed to be a curse, making Jin Qing feel deeply powerless and angry.
The moment the fingertips touched, Wan Tao's soul disappeared without a trace with a pop like a punctured water ball.
Unable to sense Wan Tao's whereabouts, Jin Qing angrily summoned a ghost mission.
Who would have thought that after searching, the other party would tell Jin Qing a fact that she couldn't accept: Wan Tao was not the soul in this world.
After rage comes silence.
