Chapter 173

But the driver didn't say anything. His face turned pale and he took my cell phone away.

"I won't take you! Get out of the car The driver looked flustered and waved to me impatiently.

The car braked so suddenly that it stopped in the middle of the road. The cars behind it almost hit the rear end. Now it's in the rush hour and there's a lot of traffic jams. So all kinds of horn sounds and abuse come from all directions like a tide.

"Your car is in the middle of the road. Are you going to drive me off?" I looked at the driver in surprise, and I was more puzzled about his behavior.

"Get out of the car!" The driver master was irritable and ferocious. He was determined to drive me out of the car.

"In the middle of the road, you let me off? I was hit by a car. Are you going to die for me? " I'm also a man with a temper. I'm really drunk when the driver makes such unreasonable moves!

I don't know if my word "death" irritated him again. His expression was very frightening. He pointed to my nose and scolded me. After that, he asked me to get out of the car.

"All right! It seems that we have to find the police to solve it! " I said, take out the cell phone to dial.

But I don't want to. The driver snatched my mobile phone and stepped on the accelerator. The car suddenly drove forward. The speed was so fast that many vehicles that couldn't dodge him collided.

"You are crazy! Stop it I look at the fast-moving car and feel very upset. But one thing I can be sure of is that the driver is afraid to see the police.

Then I associate the female ghost, mobile phone and his nervous appearance together. It seems that I have an answer, and my heart beats suddenly.

"Now I know I'm afraid! Didn't I just give you a chance to get off the bus? " The driver was driving with a ferocious smile on his face. "It's late, little girl, it's late!"

My body is close to the back of the chair, and my hands are holding the seat belt tightly. In fact, if I want him to stop, Wen chuyang must have some ways, but now I care about another thing.

The owner of the pink cell phone.

The car is driving faster and farther, and it is farther and farther away from my direction of going back to school.

At this moment, lots of long black hair slid down the windshield, more and more, more and more dense, but the driver seemed to see nothing, still driving straight ahead.

Then, a pair of hands from the driver next to the glass window came in, followed by a woman's head hanging upside down next to the glass, looking at the driver's eyes full of resentment and sadness.

She stretched out her hands and grabbed the driver's neck. She wanted to exert herself, but she seemed to be hesitant, as if she could not bear to do it.

Just as he was hovering between pinching and not pinching, the driver just felt uncomfortable in the neck.

"Uncle, the pink mobile phone belongs to your girlfriend." I looked at the ghost's indecision and decided that she had feelings for him.

After listening to me, the driver's face became more ugly. As soon as the steering wheel turned, he stopped in a small alley.

"Who are you! What do you know? " After parking, the driver took out a dagger, pointed at me and said: "there is no camera on this road, and no one walks around. Even if I kill you here, no one will know!"

I looked at the ferocious look of the driver, and then looked at the ghost who had withdrawn her hand and didn't know where to hide. She turned back and unfastened her seat belt.

"Do you want to run?" The driver saw that I didn't care about his threat, and even wanted to unfasten the seat belt, so he put the dagger on my neck and growled fiercely.

I looked at him, lowered my eyes and looked at the dagger. I tried to calm myself and asked calmly, "did you say that to your girlfriend last time?"

Then I looked up at him and said, "when you're going to kill her and she wants to run away?"

The driver listened to me, the corner of his mouth twitched suddenly, and growled, "why do you know?"

"She told me." I reached out and pointed behind the driver. Although the ghost didn't know where to hide, I knew she must be nearby.

After listening to me, the driver turned back nervously. Naturally, he couldn't see anything.

"She has long black hair. Her hair is very long and beautiful. She likes to wear a suspender skirt because it can set off her figure better. Her eyebrows and eyes are very beautiful. She likes to wear red lipstick. I think she must be very beautiful when she was alive." I described the ghost's appearance, even if it looks very scary now, but I think she was like this before she died.

"How do you know! How do you know that! " The driver obviously believed me, and his hand with the dagger trembled.

"Uncle! I remember saying, "I have Yin and Yang eyes." I smile at the driver, in order to defeat his inner defense.

"Your girlfriend seems to love you very much. Even if you kill her, she won't be willing to leave." I looked up at the car and continued to guess, "she should have died in this car, in the co driver's seat where I was sitting. She hates you and loves you. She wants to kill you for revenge, but she is reluctant to do it. "

Then I turned to look at the windshield, because at this time, the ghost was looking at us on the Party style glass.

To be exact, she's looking at me.

I also looked at her, we looked at each other for about five seconds, I just continued to say: "what a poor and pathetic woman."

"Is Xiaomei still here? Xiaomei, are you still there? " The driver listened to me and suddenly cried, "Xiaomei, I'm sorry for you! I'm really sorry for you! Don't come to me again, reincarnate well, find a good man in the next life, and live a safe life in the next life... "

"Uncle, what the hell are you talking about?" I looked at the driver's crying with cold eyes, and I felt funny. Although he was crying now, his expression and words clearly said that he didn't love her at all.

"Uncle, do you know how many generations of blessings we have to practice in order to be human? It's a terrible crime for you to deprive a person of his life so easily I looked at him in disgust, turned, opened the door and got out of the car.

Just as I was about to get off the bus, the driver rushed over like crazy and reached out to pull me back, but before his hand touched me, he was slapped back by Wen chuyang.