Horror: There is joy in the opening of the coffin, and the ball is brought to the end

Chapter 618 No time to return ([-])
I felt guilty and embarrassed.

The uncle's eyes were squinted by the blood flowing down, and he grabbed my hand angrily, "You have to compensate me and you are not allowed to leave."

"I won't leave, I definitely won't leave, I'll pay you for it." I picked up his broom, put it in his garbage truck, and supported him, "Let's go to the hospital to get bandaged."

The uncle pulled me, and his fingernails were embedded in the flesh of my arm, which was extremely painful.

"I don't want to go to the hospital. I want to go home. Just give me money. Give me money. Give me money quickly."

The uncle’s voice was hoarse, his eyes were glaring, his face was covered with spots and wrinkles, blood was dripping drop by drop onto the orange cleaner’s overalls, under the dim light of the street lamp in the distance, it was like a fierce It's like ghosts dying, it's very scary!
I was about to take out the yin-yang mirror from my bag to see if he was a ghost. As soon as I stretched out my hand, he pinned it tightly behind me, which made me scream in pain.

"You want to run away, right?" the uncle shouted, "I tell you, uncle, I came from the Shaolin Temple."

"Uncle, I said I won't pay compensation. Can you please be gentle? Can't you do it if I take you home?" I wanted to cry but had no tears. This uncle is so strong. I was bragging too much. He is a real practitioner. Son, I don’t know if this is the Shaolin Temple.

I was the one who hurt someone, and I was indeed at fault. Taking care of the elderly is the top priority now.

The uncle let me go, took out a tissue and wiped it randomly on his forehead. I said that I had gauze and recovery fluid in my bag. I would help you treat the wound and I would still pay for it.

The uncle didn't let me touch him. He pointed at the garbage truck and said, "Push it, this is the guy that uncle eats with. You can't afford to pay for it if it's damaged. Can you take me home?"

After saying that, the uncle put his hands behind his back, and the wound on his forehead was bleeding, and he walked ahead of me in a swaggering manner.

I was immediately speechless, hey, are you a street sweeper or a domineering CEO?You ignored the injury on your head, and you went so far as to look handsome.

I piled up the garbage truck with all my strength. The garbage truck was heavy and difficult to push, mainly because it was difficult to control the direction and balance.

Waves of stench kept pouring into my nose. I didn't dare to take a big breath, so I pushed slowly and staggered around.

The uncle was walking further and further away, and I could hardly keep up. "Uncle, please slow down, I'm too heavy and I can't keep up."

I lowered my head and pushed, and saw drops of blood on the ground, bright red. The air was filled with the smell of blood, and there was more and more blood.

The more I watched, the more frightened I became. I stopped and shouted anxiously, "Uncle, you are bleeding too much, this won't work."

The uncle didn't look back. A gust of wind blew, and some scraps of paper flew messily in the air. The scraps of paper flew into my face, blocking my sight.

I took it off and saw that it was a piece of paper. I was frightened and threw it away quickly. When I looked up again, the uncle was gone.

I hurriedly pushed the car forward and followed the bloodstain. The bloodstain disappeared when it reached an intersection.

The ground is very clean, I don't know which way to go?

I stopped panting and wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. As I wiped, a pool of blood suddenly came into my eyes.

It was a puddle of blood on the back of my hand. I stretched out my hands and saw that my hands were covered with blood, and the clothes were also splashed with blood droplets. I shouted, "Ah—" my hands wiped each other vigorously, shaking .

"Stop, don't move, raise your hands slowly." Someone shouted behind me.

I raised my hands suddenly and turned around slowly. Several policemen stood behind me with their guns raised.

The policeman looked at me as he ran to the garbage truck and searched it.

"Captain Zhu, he's here." The searching police officer exclaimed.

They opened up the trash, and sure enough, a person was revealed. When I looked at her face, I saw Qiaochu with blood all over her head.

(End of this chapter)