Ning Que hesitated and looked around. A crescent moon hung high in the sky, with lead-like clouds hanging beside it, blocking most of the light.

"Did I remember the wrong place?" Ning Que asked this question as he looked at the road in front of him that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Honghong was hung from Ning Que's wrist and circled in the open space in front of them, forming a mosquito coil. Finally, she nodded to Ning Que, indicating that she had not stopped in the wrong place.

Ning Que's heart twitched. Damn it, who is this villain? It's my electric scooter.

Because of the Ten Commandments: Do not steal. Ning Que paid for her electric scooter herself. She accidentally discovered that the money in her WeChat wallet was still usable here. On a whim, she bought a used one. But it disappeared within 24 hours. It seems she will have to walk back.

Ning Que, wearing a pair of slippers that were mostly worn out, walked back step by step following the navigation with a flashlight.

I looked at the screen and saw, "The walking navigation still has one hour and 25 minutes left."

Ahhh, Ning Que really couldn't walk anymore. Although her physical strength had been strengthened a lot, she still couldn't withstand the running and jumping exercise for most of the night. She was still wearing slippers, so she stretched out her legs and sat down directly beside the road.

Never mind, let’s just leave it at that and take a rest for a while.

Ning Que looked at the bare road, put the flashlight on the ground, and looked up at the night sky. For some reason, he felt a little sad. He thought about how he used to go to bed on time, have a regular schedule, and occasionally put on a facial mask.

Now, all the tasks are crowded into the middle of the night, as if I am afraid of being discovered in broad daylight. I hide during the day and go out at night. If I don’t go out during the day, I will go out at night. Now I only have wind and sand to keep me company. I am really pitiful.

Ning Que looked at the flashlight which was dimming a little, and turned it on anyway.

The wind blew across the empty road, making a ghostly howling sound.

"Wuwuwu, ahhhhh!" Ning Que's crying voice echoed with the sound of the wind and was carried far away.

At this time, Ning Que saw a light not far away and looked forward to it. Sure enough, a private car came speeding with sonorous music playing. A hand holding a cigarette was resting on the car door. Ning Que jumped up excitedly, waving his hands, trying to get a ride.

"Hey, brother!" Ning Que saw the car stop and cheered for a while, but before he could finish his words, he saw the car door quickly rolled up, the car staggered, and immediately sped away.

The rest of Ning Que's words disappeared in the car's exhaust, and the smoky gray mist dissipated into the night. The last cheers that had not yet dissipated were echoed only by the chirping of a few insects.

Ning Que sat back down, picked up the flashlight on the ground, turned on the light, and sat quietly for a while before getting up.

After walking for a while, the tall trees next to us were overlapping and the damp and cold air left streaks of moisture on our skin.

Beep, beep, beep...

Ning Que saw a private car parked beside him. It was a silver, old-model Volkswagen, its exterior dusty as if it hadn't been washed in months, and the tread on the wheels was almost flat.

The black car window slowly rolled down, a hand extended, and then a man poked his head out and said in a heavily accented Mandarin, "Want a ride? Cheap."

He was a perfectly ordinary middle-aged man, with a slightly balding head, medium-sized eyes, a face marred by deep wrinkles, teeth stained by cigarette smoke, and a double chin thick with stubble, like a small hillock. His ordinary white, stand-up collared short-sleeved shirt was stretched tightly against his flesh, the collar tinged with a faint yellow hue.

Ning Que stopped and looked at the man in front of him, "How much?"

"Where are you going?" he asked.

Ning Que pointed to the logo on his clothes, "Here."

He squinted his eyes and carefully identified it. "Oh, Liren Hospital, 30 yuan, quite a good deal!"

Ning Que shook his head, took out his phone, opened his WeChat wallet and showed it to the driver, "Here, there's still 5 yuan. Otherwise, there's no more."

He leaned back and heard a low voice from inside the car, "Go ahead! Five bucks is five bucks, just consider it a good deed!"

"Okay!" Ning Que immediately ran to the other side of the car, opened the door and got in.

The small environment was filled with a strong smell of smoke. The driver felt a little embarrassed and immediately opened all the windows and turned on the exhaust system of the car.

The car made a clanging sound as its internal engines collided, and a weak stream of cool air squeezed out from the air conditioner, like the faint breath from the nose of a dying old man, intermittent and elusive.

While starting the car, the driver took out a bottle of perfume from the storage cabinet and sprayed it around several times before putting it back. The air was immediately filled with the smell of cheap, pungent perfume.

Ning Que fanned his face in front of himself a few times, but the scent of perfume still enveloped her densely.

"Ahem." Ning Que lowered the window to one-third of its original height. The cool breeze from outside, a characteristic of a summer night, blew in, dispersing the smell inside. There was a faint stench in the car. "Sorry, I'm not very good at riding in cars. I'm prone to vomiting when I smell something too strong like this."

The driver smiled innocently and said quickly, "I understand, I understand!"

The car slowly picked up speed, the air outside hitting the car body, creating a whirring sound. There were no lights on the roadside, and the car body was perfectly hidden in the darkness. The moon and stars were also covered by clouds blown by a gust of wind, and the thick clouds were pulled into various shapes by an invisible hand.

The road became more and more remote, and the ups and downs made Ning Que drowsy in the bumpy car. Outside, under the illumination of the car lights, the wild grass covered with dewdrops flashed with mottled light, and the originally faint chirping of insects slowly disappeared in the car engine that was breathing like a tuberculosis patient.

laugh--

The car stopped.

Ning Que opened his eyes, looked at the driver, and asked, "Why did the car stop?"

Despite the air conditioning, the driver was sweating profusely, his face reflecting a faint white light. "Excuse me, excuse me, can I check if the car has broken down?"

As he said this, he unbuckled his seat belt and prepared to get out of the car. Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something, half-arched his body, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Help me, my hand is caught in the seat belt!"

"Oh," Ning Que yawned, trying to dispel his sleepiness, and loosened his seat belt, ready to see what was going on.

To be honest, Ning Que could already guess that something strange was probably going to happen.

Ning Que reached out and touched the driver's skin, which felt like touching a water-soaked sponge, wet and sticky like batter. She quickly retracted her hand, only to find some white flesh scraps stuck to her palm.

Ning Que wiped her hand on the seat cover in disgust, but found that it left a water mark on the black seat cover. She spread out her palm and saw a lot of worms growing on her palm that looked like they had grown fat in a stinky ditch.

The worm's body twitched, and its originally pale flesh turned bright red. Its body slowly swelled into a small ball, and blood could be seen swaying inside.

Ning Que's hand turned pale. Honghong went around his hand, lowered her head and sniffed the palm of Ning Que's hand, then nudged the little fleshy ball and walked away.

The driver's face was streaked with bruises and purples, its entire face a lifeless grayish-white, as if it had been painted with a layer of whitewash. His eyeballs were dangling from their sockets, and his nose was gone, leaving only two holes for breathing. When he smiled, you could see his white gums, with one or two pieces of blackened flesh on them.

He laughed so hard that his head began to shake. Pieces of flesh fell off his body and turned into shrunken worms. "You're done. I'll suck all your blood away."

He even raised his eyebrows, which only had a few hairs, with a smug look on his face, "Look at women like you, why don't you stay at home in the middle of the night..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt that his vision was not right. Why did he see this woman grow so much taller and bigger? "You..."

Ning Que stepped on him and looked at him, "Why are you so troublesome? I went out in the middle of the night, I was happy to do so, did I provoke you?"

The driver struggled to come over to help, and grabbed Ning Que's arm with his hand. The pieces of flesh on his body immediately ran towards Ning Que. Ning Que, feeling disgusted, quickly shook his hand away.

The insect immediately bit open Ning Que's skin and fixed its body firmly on it.

The driver quickly picked up his head and locked the car door. The dim headlights illuminated his distorted face. "This car is my absolute domain. Hahahaha, just wait to bleed to death."

Ning Que's arms were covered in densely packed flesh, and his entire arms had grown noticeably thicker. He could clearly feel the blood pooling there. Gulp, gulp, Ning Que's heart rate seemed to be on the same frequency as those blood-sucking worms.

When she pulled up a bug that had been sucked into a ball, her skin was also pulled up a little. The bug at her fingertips was plump. When she squeezed it hard, it burst, splashing a flower of blood. The blood print made the surrounding bugs more colorful, like blood moles.

Ning Que suddenly asked, "What should we do?"

The driver, who seemed to be drifting off, actually replied, "You can't get rid of me unless I die or I ask for help, hahahaha!"

"Since you can't die, I have the ability to make you die again." Ning Que took out a lighter and a bottle of golden dragon fish oil from the space, poured them at the driver, and then lit the lighter. The slightly blue flame licked the smell of oil in the air happily like a beast smelling blood.

The driver opened his eyes wide, his face full of confusion. How could someone who had nothing on him take out such a bucket of oil? The volume of the oil was not small!

He immediately pounced on Ning Que, but unfortunately the space in the car was too small. When he saw the pieces of flesh on his body stretching out their little hands like anemones, his eyes went dark and he saw Ning Que took out a colorful woven bag and covered him.

I saw a severed hand tightly grasping the mouth of the woven bag, Ning Que said without hesitation

"Hehehe, it fell into my hands!" Ning Que took out another frying pan with both hands and dropped it on the woven bag like raindrops.

If anyone asked Ning Que why she brought so many things, she would definitely answer, "Isn't it to deal with unexpected situations this year? If I end up stranded somewhere, I can still live longer."

A gust of wind blew, and the moon covered by heavy clouds began to emit a faint light. In a remote corner, a car had a deeply dented front end, and the tread of its tires was mixed with wet mud. The car was parked in a remote corner, and the hideous shadows of the trees covered the entire car.

A wind blew over with a bone-chilling chill, echoing the cars going up and down, making it look weird and ridiculous.

A fat body cast a large shadow in the moonlight. Next to the shadow were two fist-sized figures, both looking at the moving car with fear.

"Ahua, are you sure there's a ghost and another person here?"

The smaller figure on the ground jumped, as if angry at being asked such a stupid question.

Finally, a shrill ghost cry was heard, followed by a whimpering sound full of resentment. It was really sad and made people cry, but it was unexpected that it came from a man's mouth.

Suddenly, the car door made a slight unlocking sound. Two figures saw it and quickly jumped onto a nearby tree. They heard the leaves falling down like a broom sweeping across the tree, and large pieces of dead branches and leaves fell down.

The car door opened—

Ning Que emerged, his face pale except for the fact that nothing had happened. Behind him was a red, blue, and white sack. The driver, inside, had turned around, his neck exposed. A severed hand was pinching the neck, which was wrapped in the sack, creating beautiful wrinkles.

If his head is a bunch of gorgeous flowers, then Ning Que's flower-making skills are definitely worthy of him.

The driver's appearance had not changed much, except that the gap on his face was bigger. One of his eyes was missing, leaving only an empty eye socket. His mouth was bulging, and no one knew what was in it.

Ning Que chose a tree with lush branches and leaves, threw a handful of sacks on the ground, took out a shovel and started digging a hole.

She put her foot on the shovel, sinking it deep into the thick earth. Then, with her arms exerting force, she lifted up large chunks of earth, still covered with a few small insects. In a few strokes, she had dug a shallow pit.

Suddenly Ning Que stopped, looked at the particularly thick shadows of the trees, and made a plan in his mind.

The driver next to him was still looking at Ning Que with tears of affection in his eyes. Suddenly, he saw Ning Que throw the shovel away, untie the rubber band, and say to him.

"Although you're a little smelly and ugly, you're rich in nutrients after fermentation!" Ning Que paused, then smiled strangely, "Have you heard of compost?"

The driver shook his head and nodded to indicate that he understood.

"If you are put into the soil, you will become fertilizer and protect the flowers." In the dark night, a woman with disheveled hair touched a tree. There was a shallow pit under the tree and a woven bag with a person in it next to the pit. This was a real murder and burial scene.

"Do you know why this tree is so strong and lush? It's because I work so hard to provide it with fertilizer. Lately, Ah Shu, you've lost a lot of weight. Look, what did I bring you? It's your favorite Mom's brand fertilizer."

Ning Que smiled and picked up the driver and the pitman, then suddenly threw the driver onto the tree, and both of them fell down.