Chapter 188: I'll Use You to Transmigrate
"It's okay, the wisdom in my head is just a little scattered."
Worry turned into silence, and he let go of her hand: "With your little wisdom, it seems unnecessary to reveal it."
He turned to Yan Kuan and asked, "Director Yan, are you okay?"
Yan Kuan didn't look back, but shook his head left and right, looking at the tree he had hit, still a little dazed.
"No, it's okay. Are you guys okay?"
"without."
"I'm fine too."
The moment the car was thrown out, Lao Mitou grabbed the door handle in time and was not seriously injured.
Although Yan Kuan's car was hit, fortunately he was experienced and acted calmly and in time, so the collision was not serious, with only some damage to the front of the car.
Feng Zhibai was the only one in the car who had his head hit.
"Get off first."
Seeing that everyone was fine, Yan Kuan opened the car door.
Chen Xiaodao supported Lao Mi Tou, Feng Zhibai pushed open the passenger seat, and the four of them got out of the car on the side of the highway.
After getting out of the car, Chen Xiaodao realized that they were about to get off the highway.
He patted his head, somewhat confused: "What happened just now? Why did it suddenly shake?"
Yan Kuan's hands were still shaking, and he touched his forehead in shock. He looked at Feng Zhibai and the other two with an apologetic look on his face: "I'm sorry, I didn't drive the car properly just now."
"It has nothing to do with you, no need to apologize."
Grinning at him, Chen Xiaodao raised his hand and patted his shoulder to comfort him.
Old Mitou, limping on one leg, pulled the wheelchair from the trunk, swung it down with great force, and sat down on it. He then began to remind the others, "Let's not talk about whether we've done it right or not. Let's go to the road first and see if we've hit anything."
After saying that, he turned around and went to look for Feng Zhibai.
And at this moment, someone is tidying up his remaining image in the rearview mirror of the car.
Old Mitou really admires her for being so heartless.
Even in this situation, he still cares about his image.
"Alright, stop taking pictures. You're already very beautiful. Let's go."
He opened his mouth and urged Feng Zhibai.
"The head can be cut off and blood can be shed, but the image cannot be lost."
She blurted out the words nonchalantly, then hunched over, yawned, and followed the three of them.
The car was not far from the highway, just a few steps away.
There were no cars on the long highway, and it was empty as far as the eye could see.
The scorching sun made it difficult for people to open their eyes.
Chen Xiaodao put his hands on his hips and raised them to block the sun. He felt a little hot for some reason. "It's not like it's a scorching summer day, why is it so hot?"
"well enough."
Yan Kuan wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
Feng Zhibai waved his handkerchief, seeing the slight disdain on their faces, and pretentiously walked towards the place where the car tantrum had just occurred, while still muttering to himself, "Weak."
"Hey, watch your words!"
Hearing words he shouldn't have heard, Chen Xiaodao pointed at Feng Zhibai with an expression of dissatisfaction on his face.
Yan Kuan smiled and said nothing.
After all, she is a little girl and speaks without restraint.
Old Mitou pushed his wheelchair by himself, looked at the three of them, shook his head and smiled, "Stop messing around, let's go and see what's going on."
As they talked, several people walked forward.
Soon, we followed the tracks left by the tires and arrived at the place where the car accident happened.
The scorching sun high in the sky evaporated all the bloody smell in the air.
Only the shocking red color on the ground told them that something unknown had happened here.
Yan Kuan frowned, and his first reaction was to take out his mobile phone to take pictures of the scene.
On the side of the empty highway, an animal carcass that had been smashed to pieces by rocks lay intact in front of several people.
The animal carcass looked very fresh, and it was obvious that it had died not long ago.
The blood had not completely dried up and it stretched out very long along the tire tracks of the cars on the road!
The animal lying on the ground had its brain and limbs all smashed to pieces!
Thrown next to the animal's corpse was a complete murder weapon soaked in bright red blood!
This was also the culprit that caused Yan Kuan's car to crash off the highway!
“It’s so cruel.”
Old Mi couldn't bear to look at the animal's corpse and turned his head away silently.
Chen Xiaodao squatted down, looked the animal's body up and down, and said with a hint of sympathy: "It's a weasel."
Yan Kuan put away his phone, looked around, and squatted next to Chen Xiaodao.
He observed the weasel's body with vigilant eyes and soon deduced the cause of the weasel's death.
"My guess is that the weasel rushed out of the woods and was accidentally hit by a passing car. The person who hit it was unhappy, so they found a stone on the side of the road and smashed the weasel to death while it was stuck on the ground."
He made a gesture of picking up a stone and smashed it into the air at the weasel's body.
Old Mi frowned, shook his head and turned away: "What hatred or grudge? It's just a small animal. Why do you have to kill it all?"
This person is so cold-blooded that he can kill a small animal with a stone on the highway.
Feng Zhibai never stepped forward.
She stroked her hair with her hand, her eyes fixed on the dead weasel with an expressionless face.
After the three of them finished complaining about the murderer who killed the weasel, she said softly and calmly, "Xiaodao, put away the body of this little weasel."
"Huh? Put it away? Take it back?"
When Chen Xiaodao heard Feng Zhibai asking him to put away the weasel's body, he was a little dumbfounded.
"Why are you taking it back? To worship it?"
Speechlessly, she straightened her head and looked at him: "Of course I buried it! After all, this little weasel is also a good brother of your family."
"Hey, don't talk nonsense! I don't have any brothers of Weasel's generation in my family."
Realizing what Feng Zhibai meant, Chen Xiaodao immediately interrupted her, stepped forward and carefully collected the weasel's body.
Yan Kuan and Lao Mi Tou didn't know that Chen Xiaodao's mother was a fox. They thought Feng Zhibai was joking that Chen Xiaodao was a Taoist priest, and they said it subconsciously.
"Girl, I'm a Taoist priest, why don't you just ask him to help this weasel reincarnate."
"Yes, Miss Feng, although weasels have a bad reputation among people, they are still small animals after all. It's really pitiful that they were treated like this."
Chen Xiaodao wrapped the weasel's body in yellow cloth and said, "It's okay. I'll just perform the ritual of salvation for it later. It's simple."
"What are you trying to surpass? Are you using yourself to surpass me?"
As soon as he opened his mouth to speak about salvation, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Feng Zhibai.
He blinked his innocent eyes and looked at her: "What else? I'm the only one among you who can do this job, right?"
"Yes, you are the one who is nosy. Stop talking nonsense and be more obedient. Hurry up and bury it."
What does it mean?
Judging from what the old grandmother said, she doesn't want him to be reincarnated?
Why?
Is there any hidden secret behind this?
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