Both sides of the road where the accident occurred were quickly blocked, and more and more people gathered to watch.
Looking at Lao Zhou half-squatting to block the car in front, many people took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
"What's going on? Is this a pose?"
"What are you posing for? You almost got into a car accident!"
"Yeah, I watched with my own eyes as this old man suddenly ran in front of the silver car. If he hadn't blocked the way, the car would have collided with the taxi! Oh my god, this is like a movie!"
"Really?! They blocked the car! And it was a moving car?! Why do I sound so unbelievable?"
"You, did I lie to you to get food or something? The taxi was right in front of me. I was so scared when I saw that silver car! Oh my god, my heart is still pounding."
"I have a dashcam! I must have recorded it just now."
"What's going on with this old man? So powerful? Could he be some kind of psychic?"
"If this person has superpowers, then they must have power-type superpowers, right?"
"But I think this old man's attire is Taoist. Could he be some virtuous and virtuous person?!"
"Oh my god, that scene just now was so terrifying! The car was about to hit, and I don't know how the old man got out of the car, but he blocked the silver car in front in a flash. He must be a martial arts master! One of those people who has lived in the deep mountains for years and never left."
"So what's going on with this old man now? Why isn't he moving?"
"Could he have been hit?"
"It's possible. This old man looks like a virtuous man, but the car was driving at a very high speed. I estimate he must be sixty years old. Could he have some internal injuries?"
"Wow, look at the road beneath his feet. There are even spider cracks. How much power must that take!"
For a moment, the air was buzzing with the sounds of discussion, taking photos, car horns honking and urging voices.
Soon, the traffic police and ambulance arrived.
Lao Zhou's son, the driver, and the owner of the silver car walked aside to explain the situation to the traffic police.
After taking their statements, the traffic police also asked them to take a breathalyzer test.
No one is drinking, but why does what they say sound like drunken talk?
How could an old man possibly stop a car out of thin air?
Could it be that he's on drugs? That shouldn't be the case.
Seeing the traffic police's disbelief, the onlookers took the initiative to say:
"Comrade police officer, I have a dashcam that should have recorded everything that happened. You can use it if you need it. What they said is true. Many people saw it."
The onlookers echoed:
"Yes, yes, I saw it clearly! Is this old man some kind of martial arts master?"
"Is this your dad? Where did he practice? Can you introduce him to me? Or how about we add each other's contact information and chat later?"
As soon as these words were spoken, many people in the crowd became interested and immediately started talking about wanting to add contact information.
The traffic police had no choice but to interrupt the crowd, continue taking statements, and take the people's dashcams as evidence.
Old Zhou's son was extremely worried and had no mood to add any contact information. After finishing the statement, he hurried back to Old Zhou.
The driver also followed and saw that Lao Zhou was still in the same state, motionless.
"Didn't you say in the car earlier that your father was practicing with a master? I think it might be true."
Old Zhou's son no longer dares to say with certainty that An Jingzhi is a liar.
The fact was right in front of him. He didn't even know how his father got out of the car, let alone how his father stopped a car traveling at 70 km/h.
He tentatively moved closer to Lao Zhou and called out softly, "Dad? Dad, wake up."
After calling for a long time, Lao Zhou still didn't respond.
"Do you want to go to the hospital for a checkup?"
Old Zhou wanted to, but he wasn't sure what his father's condition was.
The driver said mysteriously, "If the old man is really practicing with a virtuous master, he might have entered a state of meditation right now. He's at the critical moment of breakthrough!"
"Haven't you read what those martial arts novels say? Only by going through life-or-death moments can one achieve a breakthrough. Maybe the old man is at that critical moment right now."
"Is it true?" asked Old Zhou's son.
"How could I lie to you? Isn't that what the martial arts novels all say? Haven't you ever read martial arts novels or watched martial arts TV?"
Old Zhou's son nodded, thinking back to the plot of the TV novel, and realized that it was indeed like that.
But what made him collapse was that this was reality, not a novel or a TV series, and it also concerned his only biological father.
"No, this is just our idea. We still have to go to the hospital!" Even if his father would blame him later, there was nothing he could do.
He nodded at himself and said again, "Yes, we have to go to the hospital."
…
Just as the medical staff were about to come over and lift Lao Zhou onto a stretcher, Lao Zhou suddenly woke up.
When I opened my eyes, I found that I was surrounded by people in three layers.
Then he remembered what had happened and hurried back to look for his son and grandson. Seeing that his son and grandson were fine, he finally felt relieved.
At that time, he watched the car coming towards him without thinking about anything. He subconsciously opened the car door. Of course, the door would not open. He didn't know where the anger came from, so he used brute force to pry the door open.
After getting out of the car, he suddenly recalled the Qi Control Technique that An Jingzhi had told them.
The moment he blocked the car, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes, his blood rushed up, and then he entered a vast white space.
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