Zhou Lina and Jie Juan died one after another, which was a great blow to Meng Xiang and others. Han Fan's expression was a little strange, but at this moment, Meng Xiang could not afford to think too much. The collision and burning of cars, and the occasional small-scale explosions, had attracted the attention of this small town. Soon, the police would come to clean up the mess.
Meng Xiang and his friends had made a scene at the police station, and the police mistakenly believed that they were involved in the explosion, so they couldn't lose face in front of the police. So the three of them hurriedly walked into the dark alley with Jie Juan's body in their arms. Soon, the police's "woohoo" sounded, and there was a lot of noise. Meng Xiang and his friends had already walked out of the town and walked slowly on a road in a lost manner.
"Beep..." The car horn sounded from far away, and the headlights were very uncomfortable. Meng Xiang and Han Fan didn't know how to steal a car as skillfully as Jie Juan. Looking at Jie Juan's body in Han Fan's arms, they couldn't help but feel sad. When the car was more than 50 meters away from them, Meng Xiang strode to the middle of the road and stretched out his hand to signal the car to stop.
The car was a truck, and the trunk was full of goods. The driver braked, stuck his head out of the window and said in a friendly manner: "Friends, do you need a ride?"
Meng Xiang originally wanted to grab the truck in a rage, but seeing the driver's friendly expression, he couldn't bear it. He glanced at the cargo in the back of the truck, walked over, opened the door, and gently pulled the driver out.
The driver's face changed. He knew he had encountered a thief and was about to resist. Meng Xiang pinched his throat with one hand and said lightly: "We need a truck and don't want to hurt you." The driver's throat felt like it was clamped by an iron clamp, making it difficult for him to breathe. He nodded in panic. Han Fan got into the car carrying Jie Juan's body. Mu Fei'er passed by Meng Xiang and saw the driver's face distorted with fear, and she stopped talking.
Meng Xiang smiled at her, let go of the driver, and took out a gold brick from his ring. The gold brick weighed 2 kilograms. He handed it to the driver and said, "We bought your truck and the goods. This gold brick is pure gold and worth more than 100,000 US dollars. It should be enough."
The driver couldn't believe his eyes. The broken truck and the goods were not worth so much money. He held the gold bricks in his hands, stunned. Meng Xiang ignored him and climbed into the truck with Mu Fei'er, closed the door and started the engine. Mu Fei'er sat in the front seat and suddenly said softly, "Thank you, Brother Meng."
"What are you thanking me for? It's just that I found the driver to be quite friendly. If he had scolded me fiercely at the beginning, I would have made him pay for it." Meng Xiang drove the truck slowly forward.
Mu Fei'er turned her head to look at Jie Juan's body, and tears could not help but fall like pearls from a broken string. Han Fan suddenly took the initiative to say something he had never said before: "Fei'er, we are reincarnations, and we are passers-by in the world of the plot. You can't be too kind. In order to survive, you have to hide your kind heart." Although he didn't say this loudly, he was quite firm, and had the demeanor of a captain.
Mu Fei'er was sobbing in silence. Meng Xiang sighed deeply. The death of his companion had a great impact on Han Fan and Mu Fei'er. What should he do next? He himself had no idea.
They found a quiet place and buried Jiejuan. In the Nameless Team, Jiejuan and Meng Xiang spent the longest time together. They not only experienced life and death together, but also spent 10 days in the plot world of "Resident Evil". Unconsciously, Meng Xiang has become accustomed to Jiejuan's unreliable words and used to her finding trouble with him. Maybe Jiejuan is not afraid of death, but she may not realize that after her death, it will affect her companions.
Han Fan's previous words came to Meng Xiang's mind again, "Even if I die, I will not allow myself to see you die in front of me again." Han Fan was serious when he said this.
"Can I say such words to my companions?" Meng Xiang asked himself, but he couldn't say it. He could fight for his companions, but he would never die for them. He began to admire Han Fan and felt that he was the most suitable candidate to be the captain.
Before they knew it, it was almost dawn. If they stayed in the wilderness, the Lord God might think they were cheating, and another plane crash would be terrible. Meng Xiang turned to Han Fan and Mu Feier and said, "There are still more than three days left. We must survive. The reincarnation world is always accompanied by death. Since we can't avenge our companions, we can only live well."
Han Fan nodded. Mu Fei'er had cried enough and asked in a low voice, "What should we do next?"
"Let's go to another small town. As long as we pay attention to all details that may lead to accidents, we can at least reduce the chance of being chased by the god of death." After saying that, they climbed onto the truck and drove away.
Mu Fei'er was still looking at Jiejuan's grave, her eyes full of tears, as if she was still mourning Jiejuan.
They drove until dawn. Unconsciously, there were more cars on the road and the driving was very slow. Fortunately, this was not a highway and there were no dangerous sections such as cross-river bridges, so Meng Xiang felt relieved.
Han Fan didn't dare to relax at any time. He kept turning his head to look behind and on both sides of the car, watching the surrounding vehicles.
The traffic was quite congested, almost like a traffic jam. After driving for more than 2 hours, they had only advanced more than 1 kilometer. Meng Xiang became a little impatient and honked the horn as hard as the car next to him.
"What happened ahead? Was there a traffic accident?" Mu Fei'er said in a low voice while staring ahead.
"Damn, this is too congested, but it's good this way, it makes me feel like I'm back in the real world." Meng Xiang said self-deprecatingly, and he leaned over to ask the taxi driver next to him: "Hey, do you know what happened up ahead?"
The driver was talking to the main station through the intercom. When he saw Meng Xiang asking, he replied in a friendly manner: "It seems that there was a landslide ahead. A very deep sinkhole appeared. Damn, it's a good thing that no car passed by at the time, otherwise the car might have sunk into the ground as well."
"Sinkhole?" Meng Xiang hurriedly stopped the car and said to Han Fan and Mu Fei'er, "Let's walk. This road is too dangerous."
Han Fan and Mu Fei'er knew that the danger Meng Xiang was talking about was the pursuit of the god of death. If a sinkhole suddenly appeared on the road and the car got stuck in it, the three of them might die.
As soon as the three of them got out of the car, the vehicles behind them started yelling, "Hey, drive faster, don't block the road."
Meng Xiang was already in a bad mood, and when he was scolded by the people behind him, he immediately walked to the front of the car angrily, glared at the drivers who were cursing and shouted: "I just don't want to drive, what can you do to me?"
Han Fan seemed to be full of anger as well, so he joined the battle. Mu Feier stood helplessly behind them, not knowing what to do.
Traffic jams are always annoying, and the drivers behind couldn't help it and got out of their cars to start a verbal fight.
"Woo..." The sound of a police car siren came from afar, and a policeman drove a motorcycle through the traffic. Mu Fei'er pulled their clothes and said, "Let's leave quickly. It will be troublesome if we are questioned by the police."
Xiang and Han Fan seemed to have vented their anger. They made an insulting gesture towards the drivers and walked to the side of the road.
At this moment, the ground suddenly shook and swayed. This sudden change was very slight and most people would not notice it at all, but Meng Xiang was different. Although he was angrily arguing with the driver, he was actually still paying attention to all the abnormalities around him. When he felt the ground moving, his first reaction was to run away.
"Swoosh!" Before Mu Fei'er and Han Fan knew what was happening, Meng Xiang had already embraced them and rushed out to the road like a flash.
The ground cracked outward with Meng Xiang and his team's truck as the center and then sank in just 2 or 3 seconds. Meng stomped on the ground with all his strength, and like flying, he flew out more than 50 meters, and then he heard a loud noise coming from behind.
"Kalong..." The entire ground sank, and the place where Meng Xiang and the other three had been standing and arguing with the driver, along with their small truck and all the vehicles within a few dozen meters, all sank into the ground. Those people had no time to react, and except for screaming, they were completely unable to move. The terrifying sound coming from the sinking tiankeng was terrifying.
Fortunately, Meng Xiang and the others got out of the car in advance and happened to be together, otherwise even if Meng Xiang had great abilities, he would not be able to rescue Mu Feier and Han Fan.
The huge tiankeng, with a diameter of nearly 50 meters, was bottomless. Screams and the sound of cars falling echoed, and then there was silence. Han Fan and Mu Fei'er turned their heads to look at the deep pit that was only 3 or 4 meters away from them. Their faces turned pale, and Mu Fei'er was even weak all over. If she hadn't been held by Meng Xiang, she would have collapsed to the ground.
Meng Xiang forced a smile: "You see, as long as we are alert to all possible accidents, we can avoid the pursuit of the god of death."
Han Fan and Mu Fei'er couldn't laugh, because if it weren't for Meng Xiang, they would have died long ago. In other words, with their strength, even if they really knew the accident would happen, they might not be able to escape the clutches of death.
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