Chapter 317 Jinjiang
Annan originally wanted to say that if there was a shortage of manpower, he could stay and help.
But the rescue team members who had already become familiar with the guests laughed and joked that the guests were so tired, and if they continued to stay, they would not be able to help and would instead ask them to come to the rescue.
As they spoke, the team members threw a large bag of emergency food to An Nanyuan, and scolded him while laughing, telling him to hurry up.
An Nanyuan hurriedly took it and agreed with a smile. As soon as he got on the bus, he immediately collapsed into a ball, lying on the seat with his arms and legs spread out without caring about his idol image at all.
When the guests who came up later saw this, they all smiled knowingly. Instead of laughing at An Nanyuan, they each found a corner and curled up under a blanket.
Not sleeping all night, being worried and running the whole time, had drained a lot of physical and mental energy. Almost everyone had dark circles under their eyes, looking haggard and weak.
The guests quickly drank a few mouthfuls of hot porridge from the rescue team. After their bodies warmed up, they felt sleepy and tired.
After forcing themselves to tell their experiences to the special department personnel and record them, everyone had already used up the last bit of their strength. After hearing the director team shouting to get in the car, the only thought left in their minds was "sleep".
Even when An Nanyuan invited them to eat, they just waved their hands away. They were so tired that they didn't even have the energy to say another word.
When the King of Hell moved the ebony statue into the car, everyone looked at it curiously but were too tired to open their mouths. They just snuggled in the blankets and looked at the King of Hell with their eyes exposed.
The guests had witnessed Zhang Wubing's transformation, and they also knew that the person in front of them was not the Director Zhang they were familiar with, but the King of Hell who was rumored to be in charge of the cycle of life and death.
But when he easily carried the ebony statue into the car, the sudden sinking of the car body still startled everyone.
Since the ebony statue was lost in the White Paper Lake Temple, few people have been able to see it.
Many people have the impression that the ebony statue should be very small and light, but they did not expect that the one that the King of Hell brought back from the old Fengdu was much heavier than they imagined.
When the special department was recording the statue into the archives, they wanted to measure its weight and height. As a result, when the staff tried to move the statue, they misjudged its weight and were pulled so hard that they almost fell to the ground.
Finally, two adult men used all their strength to barely lift the statue, but their faces turned red and their legs were shaking.
While the official in charge was stunned, the King of Hell had already anticipated this situation and shrugged his shoulders and said, "He's awake. With his power, how could it not be serious?"
"The original purpose of carving the ebony statue was not to act as a talisman, but to clean up the old Fengdu and prevent those evil ghosts from causing trouble in the world. Even though it was later used as a talisman, there was no need for the person to show up, so the statue has been in a dormant state."
The King of Hell gathered his sleeves and smiled, "Now... I can only say that he is still gentle to the human world. Otherwise, if we use the real strength to calculate the weight, this piece of land will be crushed and collapse."
The official in charge was stunned.
Only the Lord of Fengdu was surprised, but he never expected that the surprise would be doubled and turned into a shock!
Even if the person in charge did not understand Fengdu, he knew that there could not be two tigers in one mountain. How could everything be safe if two almost equal beings were placed side by side?
Worried, the person in charge whispered to the King of Hell: "Why is that person still here? Is there no way to make sure those two don't interfere with each other?"
The person in charge asked in a tactful way, but the King of Hell understood what he really wanted to know.
"It's the same body in a different location. Ever since that ghost messenger saw it a thousand years ago, it has already jumped out of the original track."
The King of Hell laughed and said, "You living people often say that it is easy to invite a god but difficult to send him away. In fact, it is almost impossible to send away a ghost or god when you invite him."
The person in charge opened his mouth, feeling guilty about the ebony statue and worried about ordinary people.
Fortunately, the King of Hell's next words made the person in charge feel a little relieved.
"What are you afraid of? Isn't Yan Shixun here?"
The King of Hell waved his folding fan and said nonchalantly, "For Ye Li, the Dao is not his heaven, but Yan Shixun is. As long as Yan Shixun still loves the human world and is still alive, Ye Li will never do anything that harms the human world—the same goes for that person."
"Of course, if someone killed Yan Shixun..."
His smile faded a little: "That is a dead end that even the Great Dao cannot save."
The official person in charge waved his hands quickly and said, "That is definitely impossible. Mr. Yan is so strong, and with Fengdu and Haiyun Temple, there will be no problem. Besides, who would not admire Mr. Yan after learning about his deeds over the years?"
The King of Hell laughed again, as if the gloominess just now was just an illusion.
“That’s right.”
The King of Hell nodded and said, "However, as long as that person and Ye Li are combined into one, your worries will be completely unnecessary."
"Besides..."
He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the sun, moon and stars on the folding fan in his hand.
The clouds on the fan had already dispersed when the old Fengdu completely disappeared, revealing the clear and delicate sun and moon, and birds and beasts moving between heaven and earth, creating a lively scene.
This small fan seems to carry and condense the entire world.
The King of Hell was silent for a long time and sighed silently.
The second half of the sentence he didn't say was - when the two became one body, Ye Li would have perfected his own life and death, and reached great perfection.
is equivalent to...
Yeli is the main road.
The King of Hell was unsure of Dadao's intentions. He didn't know whether Dadao wanted Yeli to take on the responsibility of supporting Dadao or wanted Yeli to replace it.
But no matter what, when he is in this position, everything he says will have more or less impact on the world, and he cannot say anything uncertain.
He had no choice but to suppress his doubts in his heart for the time being, hoping to observe and judge later.
But there is one thing that the King of Hell is certain of.
——It is difficult to achieve this goal.
The most basic prerequisite is the corpses of the generals and hundreds of thousands of soldiers left on the battlefield.
For ordinary ghosts, corpses and burial places are of extraordinary importance, let alone an existence like Yeli?
If one really wants to change something, it can only be to return to the burial place and relieve the obsession and anger of the general and 100,000 soldiers.
A thousand years ago, the King of Hell once returned to the battlefield in Ye alone, but when he went there, the battlefield had already been cleaned up and the corpses were nowhere to be found.
Only the black blood that had seeped several feet into the soil and the scattered broken weapons and pieces of flesh behind the rocks on the earth slope still indicated what had happened here.
The locals said that all the dead soldiers were gathered together and thrown into a mass grave to be fed to the dogs.
But there were also rumors circulating among the people that the tragic battle in Ye that year shocked many nearby villages. The villagers were grateful for the protection and help given to them by the soldiers, so before the new forces took over here, they spontaneously organized to go to the battlefield, bury the bodies of the soldiers, and hid the soldiers' bones overnight.
However, rumors are mixed, and truth may be mixed. Perhaps in order to prevent new forces from digging up graves and whipping corpses, many of the rumored locations do not contain the remains of soldiers.
After hearing the rumors, the new forces rushed over angrily, but they were repeatedly disappointed.
The hundreds of thousands of skeletons from that year seemed to have evaporated into thin air.
Apart from specious reports, no one has been able to find or see the burial site with their own eyes.
After a long time, no one is willing to look for it anymore.
Instead, it brought peace to the soldiers of that time.
And those soldiers who followed the general had already become the new Fengdu. As for the corpses of the heroes, even the King of Hell could not find the exact burial place.
The power of the Lord of Fengdu blocked any human, god or ghost from sensing the skeletons of the 100,000 soldiers.
Including heaven, earth and the King of Hell.
After trying several times, the King of Hell had to leave with regret, thinking of waiting for another opportunity.
This wait lasted for a thousand years until the great road collapsed.
The King of Hell slowly blinked his eyes and sighed softly: "The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it..."
"What did you just say?"
The official in charge had just finished signing a document brought over and said embarrassedly: "I didn't hear clearly."
"nothing."
The King of Hell quickly calmed down and smiled again, saying, "According to Yan Shixun's opinion, it would be more reassuring if he keeps an eye on things. Also, if something really happens, he's the only one who can calm it down."
"In that case, it is not appropriate to keep the ebony statue with you. Let us keep it for the time being. Put it at the head of Yan Shixun's bed. Even if that person has the idea of breaking the law, he will never step on an ant to death."
As he spoke, the King of Hell walked over with his long legs, bent down slightly, and easily picked up the wood carving.
The weight that two grown men could hardly lift seemed effortless in his hands.
The special department personnel nearby were stunned.
"Then, I'll see you when we get back to Binhai City."
Yan Wang nodded to the person in charge and walked towards the guest car with a leisurely expression.
Wherever he passed, everyone couldn't help but look at him, staring in amazement at the drastic transformation of "Director Zhang".
The third-generation rich director who originally couldn't lift anything with his hands or carry anything on his shoulders is now able to lift a tripod... Is it because he ate too much spinach, or is he really possessed by something?
——When Zhang Wubing comes back, he will probably find that he has an additional setting of “infinite strength”.
I’m afraid your face will be full of question marks.
However, the King of Hell had a graceful posture, and his long gown embroidered with exquisite mountains, rivers and flying birds fluttered like crane feathers behind him. In the bright and clean morning light, he was waving a folding fan in one hand and holding a wooden sculpture in the other, just like a handsome young man in this corrupt world.
Many people were stunned and wondered why they had never noticed before that Director Zhang had such a good-looking face.
However, after seeing the ebony statue in the car, Annanyuan could not help but shrink inside. He pulled the blanket and tried to wrap himself up into a ball. He was still trembling with fear and felt cold all over because of the picture he imagined.
He still remembered the feeling of terror and suffocation when he was in the deserted village. The ebony statue was like a key to unlock his memory. After his brain captured the key words, it automatically began to loop back the previous memory scenes, brainwashing and frightening him.
With tears in his eyes, An Nanyuan asked Yan Wang in a trembling voice: "How did you get this into the car? Can you put it further away?"
The King of Hell looked over with interest and pretended to put the wooden sculpture on the empty seat next to An Nanyuan.
An Nanyuan was so frightened that he screamed and threw himself on the seat next to him, shouting, "There's someone here! There's no room for him!"
The King of Hell laughed.
Other guests: “…………”
Wrap yourself tightly in the quilt quietly and never ask questions that you shouldn't ask.
After Yan Shixun got on the car, he immediately noticed the ebony statue placed not far from him.
His eyebrows jumped and he asked the King of Hell: "Don't tell me you want to put it in my house."
Yan Wang responded with a pure and innocent look and asked, "Is there any problem with putting it in your house? I think it should be placed in your bedroom."
Yan Shixun: “…”
He said nothing, but exerted force with his hands and crushed the armrest of the chair with a "crack".
The special hard alloy shattered into pieces under his palm and fell to the ground.
At the same time, there was another crisp shattering sound.
When everyone looked up, they saw that Ye Li had also smashed the bulletproof glass next to him.
“…………”
The carriage was completely silent, with everyone trying hard to act as if they were "sleeping, sleeping!" No one dared to speak and join in the battle between the big guys.
Variety show star: People need to have good judgment, otherwise, are you just waiting to be cannon fodder and get beaten up by the big guys to vent their anger?
Only the King of Hell said the second half of the sentence leisurely: "This way, if there is anything unusual, you can find out in time. How thoughtful."
Yan Shixun smiled but his heart was not smiling: "The reason is very sufficient, but please stop watching the fun, the fox's tail has been exposed."
Ye Li followed suit and snorted coldly: "You don't want to be the King of Hell, but you have to act out Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. What, a dead ghost still wants to seduce a scholar? Don't even think about it!"
The crowd watching silently: ...Is this a veiled attack? It must be!
Only the general sitting next to Ye Li finally smiled for the first time since leaving Old Fengdu. He turned around and looked at Yan Shixun, lowering his voice and saying, "Don't worry, as long as you are here, I won't do anything."
The general's gaze towards the King of Hell finally showed some warmth, no longer as indifferent as before.
Yan Shixun: "...Doesn't this statement still come with a premise?"
Are you playing word games, assuming he can't understand?
The general smiled: So, consider taking me with you?
Ye Li, who was watching from the sidelines: This trick seems familiar to me... Isn't this the method I used to move into Shi Xun's house? Damn this guy!
But the King of Hell, who had provoked the trouble at the beginning, was watching leisurely and even sighed with emotion. It was worthy of being the same body in different places that even their methods and ideas were so similar.
If the occasion was right, the King of Hell would even want to conjure up a handful of melon seeds, watch with relish, and then clap his hands and cheer, "Fight, fight!"
Inside the carriage, even the air became tense, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air, making everyone dare not breathe.
Only between the four people sitting in the front, their eyes were murderous, and swords and sabers were flashing, it was all like this.
When the driver wanted to ask the director if he could leave now that the time was up, he shrank his neck pitifully, fearing that the murderous aura between the few people would affect him.
Yan Wang chuckled and nodded: "Okay, let's go."
"If we wait any longer, I'm afraid everyone in the car will be frightened to death by the stress."
The King of Hell patted his gown nonchalantly. He was very satisfied with the situation and decided to take a short rest.
The so-called hiding one's merits and fame.
laugh.
When Ye Li's eyes were as sharp as knives towards the King of Hell, he found that the other party had closed his eyes with a smile, as if he was asleep.
His eyes suddenly turned dead: "Tsk."
However, Yan Wang's words did remind Ye Li that there were other people in the car now, and it was not a good time to get angry or even take action. If he really wanted to fight, he should find a time and place where Shi Xun couldn't see him and quietly put an end to this guy.
Ye Li glanced expressionlessly at the few balls of blankets shivering behind him, then retracted his gaze and sat upright, not wanting to be bothered by the guys next to him.
When the driver felt the heavy pressure in the car decreasing, he even felt like he had survived a disaster and almost cried with excitement.
He started the car tremblingly, thinking that all the fear in his life had been used up in this show.
The car quickly drove onto the highway. The smooth driving and regular shaking made the guests feel like they were back in a cradle. They soon felt sleepy and fell into a deep dream.
Some people even snored happily.
These little noises that would normally be annoying now seem particularly soothing.
There are no evil spirits lurking in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity, no wood carvings ready to take lives, no cold mountain winds and the pain of hunger.
The soft blankets and warm carriage finally made everyone let down their guard. What made them feel even more at ease was that their companions were by their side and Brother Yan was right in front.
Even in their sleep, the smiles on everyone's faces never faded.
The atmosphere in the carriage is peaceful and warm, which is a very suitable environment for sleeping.
Even Yan Shixun was gradually infected by this environment and began to feel sleepy.
In terms of physical and mental consumption, he was far more exhausted than anyone else, not to mention the pain of persisting to the end with a body full of hideous wounds.
Others might be able to stay somewhere still, quietly waiting for someone to rescue them, but in the old Fengdu, time has stopped and Yan Shixun has been fighting for who knows how long.
No matter how strong your willpower is, you are still just a human being with flesh and blood.
After being safe, Yan Shixun was overwhelmed by the drowsiness that rolled over him. His eyelashes trembled, and he finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.
This made Ye Li, who had been keeping an eye on Yan Shixun, dislike the guy around him even more.
If he were not the general, he would be holding the sleeping Shi Xun in his arms right now, feeling the happiness brought by Shi Xun's steady breathing resting on his chest.
Tsk.
But no matter how unhappy Ye Li was, he could only watch Yan Shixun gradually fall asleep to the side, with his head touching that of the King of Hell next to him, looking very close.
Ye Li: "!!!"
Damn it, why not just tear the guy next to me apart and take Shi Xun back!
The general seemed to sense something and glanced sideways at Ye Li, but he just glanced at him indifferently and then looked away, as if he had expected that Ye Li would not dare to do anything.
In front of Yan Shixun, he believed that Ye Li had similar ideas as him.
Ye Li: ...even angrier.
But the general was right. When Yan Shixun was around, no matter how unhappy he was, Ye Li would just sulk alone and do nothing.
He also looked at Yan Shixun's sleeping face quietly without any pressure, and even his sharp and steady eyebrows slowly relaxed, infected by the tranquility and happiness at the moment.
——It would have been better if Ye Li wasn’t sitting next to him.
But just when everyone in the car was about to fall asleep in the morning light, the car suddenly braked, and the tires rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound.
Those who were sleeping soundly were caught off guard and leaned forward. With a "bang", they hit the back of the chair in front of them, making them dizzy and their ears buzzing.
Annanyuan was the worst off. He had hidden in the back seat of the vehicle to stay away from the ebony statue, but the backrest of the front seat was not strong enough to stop him.
The sudden brake caused him to fall to the ground, having been wrapped up in the blanket. He then rolled to the front of the aisle.
It was Yan Shixun who stretched out his long legs and stopped this unlucky guy.
Annanyuan struggled to find his hands and feet from the blanket, pulled his hands out of the furry ball, and shook his head to try to see what was going on.
He felt as if his brains were being shaken apart.
Yan Shixun sensed the sense of crisis brought about by the sudden brake in his sleep. He opened his eyes instantly and looked straight ahead with sharp eyes. His brain had not fully woken up yet, but his body had already assumed a guarded posture by muscle memory.
He glanced at An Nanyuan at his feet, then quickly turned around to check the safety of the people behind him, and then immediately asked the driver calmly: "What happened?"
"This road was renovated during the winter, and the road ahead was blocked and we couldn't pass through."
The driver looked at the sign and the pile of earth in front of him in embarrassment, and was at a loss as to what to do.
During the renovation, one lane was actually left out of the three lanes to allow passing vehicles to pass.
But last night there was a thick fog in the southwest, and evil spirits were rampant and invading the land.
Highways in and out of the southwest were also affected.
A large truck driving on the highway at night failed to notice the danger nearby in time. When it was so sleepy that it saw a shadowy ghost on the road, it was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. It hurriedly turned the steering wheel, but the evil ghost rushed in through the car window and bit it.
During the struggle, the vehicle lost control and even though the driver was experienced, the truck still fell to the ground.
Fortunately, no bigger car accident happened, and the evil ghosts disappeared in time because Yan Shixun suppressed and killed the ghosts.
But unfortunately, the truck blocked the only lane.
The incident happened suddenly, and all the vehicles on this highway were stuck here.
The culprit that caused the guest's car to brake suddenly was the vehicle in front that suddenly braked.
The driver looked back at Yan Shixun apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yan. I'll go down and ask if there's another way to go around. It looks like we can't get through for a while."
The sun was shining brightly and drivers of the vehicles ahead got out one after another to check the situation.
Yan Shixun took a quick look, confirmed that there was no problem, and nodded.
The driver hurriedly got out of the car and jogged to the front, wanting to leave here as soon as possible.
Although he was luckier than the other guests and did not encounter any danger that night and was protected by the Taoist priests the whole time, after experiencing all that, he wanted to go home and reunite with his family very much. He was also anxious to return to Binhai City and did not want to waste his time here.
After the reasons were explained clearly, the guests were not afraid or complaining, but felt relieved instead.
After experiencing so many life-and-death crises, their mentality has become far more peaceful than that of ordinary people. Now, for them, unless there is another siege by ghosts, there is no way they can struggle out of the blanket.
Besides, Brother Yan is right in front, and the Lord of Fengdu and the King of Hell are also in front. With this configuration, what can go wrong?
Everyone just took a quick look to get a rough understanding of the situation, tucked in their blankets to block out the cold wind that came in through the open car door, and then prepared to go back to sleep with peace of mind.
The sleepiness that had just been awakened came back again.
The white frost rolled to the ground and jumped back onto the seat stubbornly, determined not to let the heat that he had worked so hard to build up dissipate.
An Nanyuan also supported his aching waist and walked back with a blanket in his hand, gritted his teeth.
He felt that he had never been so smooth in his life, he bounced out like a ball, and he was stunned.
Yan Shixun glanced at the limping An Nanyuan and was also amused.
However, most of Yan Shixun's attention was on the outside of the car, and he did not notice that Yan Wang was still leaning on his shoulder.
The King of Hell looked sleepy, with a layer of watery light in his beautiful eyes, half-open and half-closed, with a laziness like a beautiful woman sleeping in spring. He leaned weakly on Yan Shixun's shoulder, with the folding fan in his hand half resting on his knees.
This is definitely a beautiful scene that is pleasing to the eyes, but in Ye Li's eyes, it becomes extremely dazzling.
"Yan Wang, if you don't want the head, you can just say so."
Ye Li gritted his teeth and said, "I can help you throw it away."
The more he looked at this guy, the less he thought he was the King of Hell. He must be a demon concubine! The kind that bewitched Shi Xun!
The King of Hell blinked slowly, then stood up lazily as if he had just regained consciousness, and leaned back on the chair behind him, as if he was leaning against a garden full of flowers.
He looked at Ye Li with a half-smile, and did not show any emotion because of Ye Li's words. He just chuckled and said, "Sorry, I have too many things to think about. It's exhausting. Alas."
The King of Hell pretended to be distressed, and said lazily, "I don't know where someone's body is buried. It's really a headache."
Ye Li, who was about to say something, was suddenly interrupted.
He looked worried and looked at the King of Hell deeply, but still said nothing.
Ye Li understood what the King of Hell meant.
This guy who first provoked the "war" was on the verge of getting out of control, but he slowly and methodically pulled the situation back and took the initiative to provide a solution.
The King of Hell was telling him that if he wanted to resolve the current situation, he should go find his burial place, make the war generals dissolve, and merge into one.
But in that case, how is he different from the Tao...
Ye Li had never envied the longevity of heaven and earth, and was indifferent to the dignity of the Great Dao. For him, the most important thing now was Yan Shixun.
He doesn't want to be a highway, he just wants to say good morning to his lover in the morning light in his small courtyard in Binhai City.
That is the happiness of seeing Shi Xun as soon as you open your eyes, which is better than anything in the world.
And the King of Hell's words also attracted the attention of the general.
He raised his eyelashes and looked at the King of Hell calmly.
The King of Hell challenged two beings who even the Great Dao was in awe of, but he showed no fear and still had that smiling look on his face.
He grabbed Yan Shixun's sleeve, smiled and raised his eyebrows at Ye Li and the others: Let's learn about this: the fox is borrowing the power of the tiger to bully others.
Ye Li:…………
General: …………
For the first time, the two people who didn't get along very well reached a consensus on something and had the same feelings.
The driver also trotted back, panting, "I've found out. If we get off the highway from the small exit next to it and go around the mountains, we can bypass this section of the road and get on the next section of the highway."
"This is a more circuitous route, and it will take about four or five hours longer than the original route."
The driver glanced at his watch and said angrily: "In this case, we won't be able to reach Binhai City until evening."
Based on the current sunset time in winter, it will be completely dark by that time.
But there was no better route now. Yan Shixun thought about it and nodded, "Let's do this."
He couldn't just let Yeli shrink to an inch and send everyone back.
If that happened, they would probably be on the news headlines the next day.
——《Shock! A tour group travels thousands of miles a day. Is it unscrupulous hype or ghosts who died tragically?》
Yan Shixun originally wanted to explain the situation to everyone, but when he turned around, he found that everyone was sleeping soundly, even Bai Shuang was drooling in her sleep without caring about her image.
...Okay.
The King of Hell also saw this scene. He smiled and said for everyone: "Since they are so tired and sleepy, they will naturally seize every opportunity to sleep. Not to mention changing the route, they would even be willing to sleep on the roadside ridges."
The vehicle restarted and turned onto the mountain road.
The dirt road is not in better condition than the highway. Even though it has been treated to prevent shock, it still sways violently from side to side.
Under normal circumstances, anyone who was slightly carsick would vomit due to the jolt. But now, no one even frowned, and they slept soundly with their blankets.
From the scenery outside the window that passed by quickly, Yan Shixun saw abandoned and uninhabited villages. The path had not been repaired for many years. The bumpy ride made it difficult for him to sleep, so he simply looked at the scenery outside the window and fell into thought.
But as time goes by, the architectural style of the small villages we pass by is slowly changing.
Because the climate varies from place to place, there are different things to consider when building a house, and the appearance can also vary greatly.
The walls in the north are thick and they focus on warmth. The northwest wind is strong and they need plenty of sunshine and shelter from the wind, while the south prefers small buildings and beautiful decorations.
After Yan Shixun came out of his thoughts, he realized that the houses passing by outside the window were very different from what he saw at first.
Moreover, the sky, which was clear and bright in the morning just now, gradually became dark and dark clouds gathered.
He couldn't help but raise his hand to check the time.
It was exactly noon.
But judging by the sunrise and moonset in the southwest, the sky shouldn't be this dark at this time.
Compared to the southwest, the weather is more like that of places further north.
Yan Shixun frowned and asked the driver in front of him, "Are you sure you didn't take the wrong road?"
The driver didn't notice anything wrong: "No, I asked the workers, they said this road goes along the mountain, there is only one road all the way to the end, there is not even a fork in the road, just follow it and it will be fine."
No, it's not!
Yan Shixun frowned and immediately woke up the King of Hell beside him: "Where did you navigate to again?"
The King of Hell, with misty eyes, felt very aggrieved: "I am the King of Hell, what navigation... Forget it."
"Although I often run into ghosts, those are all locations that are accurately calculated using the 28 constellations. I don't even have a clue this time, so how can I know where to go?"
The King of Hell looked at Yan Shixun with an expression that said, "You don't trust me," and said aggrievedly, "Although I don't know what happened, it really wasn't me this time."
Yan Shixun sneered and pointed out the window: "Look carefully, tell me this is the southwest? There are so many trees in the southwest? Are the trees blooming in the southwest at this time of year?"
The King of Hell looked out the window, was stunned at first, then his expression gradually became serious, and he sat up straight from his lazy look.
The current situation was beyond his control and made him a little stunned. He even suspected that the Dao had done something again.
But before they could figure out the reason, they saw a group of old men dressed as villagers rushing out from the village in front of them.
Each of them had murderous and greedy eyes, and rushed towards the car as if they were seeking death.
The King of Hell was startled and subconsciously raised the folding fan in his hand, pointing at the old men who were rushing towards him like zombies.
But Yan Shixun was quick to press it down immediately: "Look carefully, that's a person!"
At this time, the driver shouted: "Oh no, there's a traffic jam!"
As he said this, he was afraid that he might really hurt those elderly people, so he stepped on the brakes and tried to stop the car quickly.
At the same time, there was a loud "bang!" as a tire burst.
The car body tilted obviously to one side.
The ebony idol remained motionless.
The unlucky guests were thrown onto the backs of the chairs in front of them again with a "bang" from the sudden brakes, and An Nanyuan also rolled over again.
Yan Shixun held down the King of Hell with one hand and grabbed An Nanyuan's collar with the other hand when he passed by him, thus preventing him from rushing to the front.
An Nanyuan was so dazed from the fall that he almost wanted to cry: "I just want to take a nap, why is it so difficult?"
Amid the violent shaking of the brakes, only Yan Shixun stood firmly in place, without even a trace of shaking. He looked forward seriously, not daring to be negligent.
This is a tricky matter that is just as difficult as dealing with an evil spirit.
When the driver shouted this, Yan Shixun, who had traveled all over the country, knew what was going on.
One of the sources of income for some villages is to collect money from passing vehicles.
To put it bluntly, it's called fraud.
If you don't pay the toll, all the men, women and children in the village will rush out, which may lead to physical conflict and bloodshed.
In order to prevent the driver from escaping, such villages often set up roadblocks and puncture tires at the same time as the fraud. If the driver happens not to have a spare tire, he must spend a huge amount of money to change the tire in the village before he can leave.
Many drivers do not care about the local community and do not want to cause any extra trouble, so they often choose to pay for safety.
Over time, the arrogance of this kind of village has become more and more arrogant.
And now, they just happened to encounter such a thing.
Before the vehicle stopped, an old man had already thrown himself onto the front window, staring viciously at the driver and the villagers. There was no kindness on his wrinkled face, but only ferocity and greed.
Some people, seeing that the car was about to stop, took the initiative to crawl under the wheels and wailed loudly: "I hit someone, I hit someone! Is there any law? Just hit me to death!"
The driver was overwhelmed and quickly turned around to look at Yan Shixun for help.
At this time, more and more villagers rushed towards the vehicle, almost surrounding the entire vehicle.
Some people tried to open the car door and smashed the car window with axes, shouting: "You hit someone, do you know that? Hurry up and give me the money! Otherwise, don't even think about leaving!"
Fortunately, the vehicles purchased by Zhang Wubing were all high-end business travel vehicles, which were top-notch in terms of safety. They had full metal frames and bulletproof windows to prevent the vehicles from being smashed open by villagers outside.
The guests were frightened by the faces that were so close to them outside the car window.
The guests, who had never seen such a scene before, were almost frightened to death by this scene before they even woke up, and all desire to sleep disappeared.
Yan Shixun's face darkened.
At this point, he hoped that he had encountered a fierce ghost.
It's better than the current dilemma.
The general sat in his original position with his eyes lowered, so calm that no one knew what he was thinking.
Ye Li stood up and looked coldly at the roaring faces outside the car window.
Yan Shixun stopped Ye Li and said, "I'll handle it."
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