The scratches were deep, and Zhou Ming didn't have the habit of growing long nails, so they definitely weren't left by him.
Moreover, there was a small patch of dried, blackened, dark red stain around the scratch.
I looked closely and vaguely saw a crooked arrow pointing out the car window in the direction of the ridge.
"She's become attached to you, using this method to cast a spell on you, making you take her to the ridge."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ming turned deathly pale.
"Brother Yan, the trunk, the trunk..."
At this moment, Li Huai, who had run to the back of the car to check, suddenly came over in a panic, stammering and shouting, his voice distorted.
"What the hell happened to the trunk? Tell me!" Seeing his spineless attitude, I suddenly got angry and couldn't help but curse, "What happened to the trunk? Is there a ghost in it?"
This is in front of our clients, after all. Li Huai really knows how to embarrass me!
"There are no ghosts, but it's almost like there are!" Li Huai said with a mournful face.
I was too lazy to argue with him anymore, so I helped Luo Tianhe carry Zhou Ming to the back of the car.
The trunk of the van was ajar, and Li Huai, pale-faced, pointed inside.
The previously empty trunk now contained something!
It was none other than the pair of red embroidered cloth shoes we had seen on the third floor earlier.
A thin layer of fresh, grayish-white powder had settled around the shoes.
It was a powder mixed with cinnabar and incense ash that I sprinkled upstairs before!
The reflection in the mirror at that moment was indeed her!
She followed us here after we ran.
A bone-chilling cold instantly swept over us all!
This is no longer just a simple case of clinging to someone; it's a clear indication that she's followed us.
When Zhou Ming saw the shoes, his eyes rolled back and he almost fainted.
"Why don't we go back first? This desolate wilderness is too damn eerie!" Luo Tianhe made a quick decision, and Li Huai nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
After thinking about it, I realized I really couldn't stay here any longer.
I had Luo Tianhe and Li Huai help Zhou Ming to a seat in the back row, while I, suppressing my heart palpitations, carefully wrapped the red cloth shoes in old newspapers.
I didn't touch it with my hands. This thing is too evil. I probably can't just throw it away. I have to find a way to get rid of it.
Then I got into the driver's seat, Luo Tianhe got into the passenger seat, I started the car, and sped off back the way we came.
The carriage was deathly silent. Zhou Ming looked like someone in his family had died, his face long and he didn't say a word.
Li Huai, on the other hand, loved Zhou Ming, and would occasionally glance in alarm at the package I had left in the car, wrapped in newspaper.
I was driving, feeling a little heavy-hearted.
This trip not only failed to solve the problem, but it seems to have made things even more dangerous!
Zhou Ming's troubles are probably far from over, and that red-clothed female ghost is even more bizarre and sinister than we imagined!
As I was lost in thought, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the passenger-side sun visor pop down gently on its own with a soft snap.
My heart skipped a beat.
This scene seems somewhat familiar...
Immediately afterwards, the car radio crackled to life, its power light automatically turning on, and the frequency pointer began to swing wildly from side to side.
Ultimately, the scene freezes on a blank segment where there is no program.
Amidst a crackling and buzzing electrical noise, a faint, intermittent female voice drifted out:
"The crescent moon shines over the land, bringing joy to some and sorrow to others. Some families are reunited, while others are scattered far from home..."
The moment the song started, the newspaper bundle at my feet seemed to move slightly.
At that moment, the blood of everyone on the bus seemed to freeze.
Zhou Ming let out a suppressed whimper, desperately shrinking back as if he wanted to crawl into the seat.
Li Huai covered his ears tightly, closed his eyes, and muttered incantations, seemingly praying to some deity.
Luo Tianhe suddenly reached out and snapped the radio off, abruptly stopping the shrill electrical noise and the humming.
I forced a wry smile. I hadn't turned on the radio just now!
It probably won't do any good even if he closes it!
Sure enough, the silence lasted for less than three seconds.
"Sizzle, sizzle..."
The radio's power indicator light came on by itself again, and the frequency pointer started jumping wildly again, like someone with Parkinson's disease.
"Drifting...outside..."
A plaintive female voice, following the previous pause, rang out again in a low, mournful tone!
This time, however, the sound seemed closer; it didn't sound like it was coming from a speaker, but rather like it was being sung right next to our ears!
"Damn it, is this never going to end?!" Luo Tianhe roared in anger, slamming his fist into the radio panel. With a muffled thud, a crack appeared in the radio's casing.
The indicator light flashed once and then finally went out completely.
I forced myself to calm down and analyze the situation.
The female ghost had an extremely strong obsession that could influence reality. She had locked onto Zhou Ming, but what was the reason? Was it simply because she had gotten into Zhou Ming's taxi?
And these red cloth shoes, we must get rid of them as soon as possible, should we burn them or bury them somewhere?
My mind was a mess, and my chest felt tight. I subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror to check on Zhou Ming.
In the rearview mirror, Zhou Ming was still huddled in the corner, his face pale.
Li Huai wasn't much better off; the two of them were like fish caught on the shore, completely devoid of vitality.
Suddenly my pupils contracted, and my face turned deathly pale.
A faint red shadow was reflected in the car window next to Zhou Ming.
It's the woman we see in the mirror!
Seemingly noticing that I had seen her, she raised her head, her long hair disheveled...
My heart stopped, and with a slam on the brakes, the van slid violently along the dirt road, nearly overturning.
Luo Tianhe and I were both wearing seatbelts, so nothing serious happened.
Li Huai and Zhou Ming, on the other hand, were in a much worse situation. They crashed hard into the seats, almost breaking their necks.
"Holy crap, that hurts so much! What happened to Brother Yan?!" Li Huai rubbed his neck in pain, but didn't blame me.
He knew something must have happened, otherwise I wouldn't have suddenly braked.
Zhou Ming still looked utterly hopeless.
I didn't say anything, staring intently at the rearview mirror. The red shadow on the car window had disappeared.
After a long pause, I finally spoke:
"I saw a figure in the car window just now, it looked like she was sitting next to Zhou Ming..."
Upon hearing what I said, Li Huai immediately showed a look of horror, and Zhou Ming also reacted, burying his hands in his hair and clutching his head in pain.
I silently shifted gears again and stepped on the gas.
The journey was silent, filled with an intense, suppressed tension; everyone was on edge.
Fortunately, I didn't encounter anything strange on the way, and I drove straight to the funeral home.
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