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Chapter 135 How did your head fall off?

Zhui Feng shivered violently.

He froze instantly, staring intently at the car window in front of him without daring to move his head.

His gaze was too sharp just now; his eyes flashed past the rearview mirror in an instant, and he didn't have time to see it clearly at all.

But he still remembered those eyes.

So terrifying, its eyes were bloodshot, its eyeballs looked like they were about to burst out, staring intently at me...

That's not an expression a living person could make.

He took a deep breath, his hand trembling, and reached out to pull Gu Mian beside him.

"Yes... there's another player next to me, the ghost wouldn't attack while we're together... it definitely wouldn't..."

While thinking to himself, he reached out and searched for Gu Mian without turning back.

At that moment, Gu Mian was looking down and frowning as she pondered a problem when she caught a glimpse of a pale hand reaching out, seemingly trying to pull at her clothes.

Looking up, I saw that the hand belonged to the player next to me.

What?
Gu Mian pulled her white coat away so he wouldn't touch her, then continued to think about the problem.

"It's too far away," the young man chasing the wind was on the verge of collapse: "Why is he so far away from me? Should I turn around and look... Is he still alive? If he is, why can't I see the driver's face in the rearview mirror... Why is he not making any noise? What is he doing?"

The young man turned his head slightly, but just by turning his head, he could catch a glimpse of a pair of almost bulging eyes in the rearview mirror.

The driver was still staring intently at him.

The boy who was chasing the wind shuddered violently again.

At the same time, he smelled a strange odor in the air, like the salty smell of fresh blood.

He stiffened his neck and looked down ahead. There were no lights inside the car, so he could only see by the light from the streetlights outside.

Even in the dim light, he could still see what was under the driver's seat.

Before he knew it, the gray car mat had been stained dark, and he saw dark red liquid dripping from the stained mat.

is blood.

The driver is dead; the one driving now is a ghost.

Those eyes, filled with resentment and anger, were still fixed on him, and the smell of blood in the air grew stronger.

The car wasn't very spacious to begin with, and with the windows closed, Zhui Feng felt that every breath he took filled his lungs with that thick, fishy smell.

Soon this ghost will reveal its true form and kill us!
No...

I have to escape!
Zhui Feng remained stiff and moved his hand slightly.

He dared not make any large movements, only moving his arm slightly, his eyes still fixed on him in the rearview mirror.

He looked out the car window.

"This car isn't going too fast, so if I open the door and jump out, I shouldn't get too hurt," Zhui Feng thought to himself.

"If I jump out when he's not looking, I can escape..."

"As long as he hasn't discovered it, I already know he's a ghost..."

While he was thinking, he also kept an eye on the movements of the player next to him.

Chasing the wind dared not turn back; he could only listen with his ears.

"Are you blind?!" he roared inwardly. "Look up! This driver is not right! We have to run! If we're too late, we're doomed!"

Unfortunately, Gu Mian didn't learn the skill of telepathy, so no matter how much the Wind Chaser roared in his heart, he couldn't hear it.

"Forget it, the most important thing right now is to save my own life."

As he thought about it, the young man moved his arm with very slight movements.

He struggled to cover his hands with his body, then slowly reached for the handle inside the car.

Fortunately, the driver didn't seem to see his movements. After some time, perhaps tens of seconds or perhaps several minutes, Zhui Feng finally touched the car door handle.

"Okay, next I'll just pull it open and jump out to escape. As long as the driver in front doesn't notice that I've noticed something's wrong with him..." Zhui Feng swallowed again, glancing ahead out of the corner of his eye.

That glance almost made his entire head of hair stand on end.

Suddenly, the driver in front of me noticed that his head had tilted at an angle, leaning to one side and towards himself!
It felt like that head was about to tilt right in front of me!
The direction of those eyes also changed; they were no longer just looking at him through the rearview mirror, but almost turning to look at him directly!
Zhui Feng's hands trembled violently.

He desperately wanted to share his current fears with someone, and desperately wanted to have a partner to keep each other warm in times of crisis.

But no matter how he tried to signal to the people next to him, they didn't react at all.

"Did he really not notice anything wrong? Or did he notice, but was too scared to move like me?"

The more Zhui Feng thought about it, the more he felt that the second possibility was more likely.

Thinking this, he finally felt a little comforted, and then continued to move his hands: "The driver hasn't noticed what I'm doing yet. I need to hurry. In three seconds, I'll open the car door and jump out!"

three--

two--

One!

Zhui Feng jerked the door handle, only to be surprised to find that the door had been locked at some point.

The side door lock of this type of taxi is located on the inner door handle; simply press the lock switch to open the lock.

This action is usually very easy, but now it is very difficult to do.

The reason is simple: the lever lock makes a loud noise when it is turned on or off, and Zhui Feng is most afraid of that noise because he is afraid that his actions will be noticed by the driver.

This time, he didn't dare look at the driver's tilted head at all; he almost closed his eyes and reached for the car lock switch.

Even with his eyes closed, he could still hear the noise coming from in front of him.

A very strange scraping sound came from the driver's seat, as if something had slid down a short distance.

The young man, who was chasing the wind, lowered his head and squinted his eyes to stare ahead.

That stare almost made him scream.

The driver's neck was mostly broken, and his head was tilted to one side, almost falling off his neck.

The attached skin and flesh couldn't support his head, and his head, neither too big nor too small, hung on his neck like a swing, swaying slightly.

"I...I didn't find anything..."

"He hasn't noticed me yet..."

Zhui Feng's entire body trembled, his hands went limp, and he could barely press the car lock switch.

He took another deep breath, and only then did he regain some strength.

"It's okay, as long as he hasn't realized I wanted to escape... as long as he hasn't realized I already know he's a ghost..."

As he trembled, Zhui Feng pressed hard on the car lock switch.

"Don't make a sound!"

"Don't get caught!"

Fortunately, fate was kind to him; the sound of the car lock was not loud, almost inaudible.

After a barely audible sound, the car lock opened.

"I succeeded!"

Zhui Feng trembled with excitement.

"He doesn't know I've discovered he's a ghost! He doesn't know I'm about to run away!"

But his excitement lasted less than two seconds before a voice suddenly came from the side, undying all his efforts.

"Holy crap!" Gu Mian looked at the horrified-looking driver in the driver's seat in surprise: "How did your head fall off?"

Thanks to the generous donations from "Stubborn Comfort" and "o0TitaniumFake0o" (づ￣3￣)づ╭～
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