Electronic Nezha

Chapter 190 A Magical Chapter

The car was on the road again. It was a wise decision of us to travel at this time. It was neither a holiday nor a festival, the weather was sunny, there were few vehicles on the road, and on both sides were the endless wilderness of the north. The temperature inside the car was just right, the atmosphere was harmonious, and Lao Ma's off-road vehicle was full of power, speeding along the flat highway.

However, the good fortune didn't last long. After driving for less than ten minutes, just as we could see the entrance to the toll station in the distance, we suddenly encountered a huge traffic jam. The line of cars stretched from the toll station all the way to our front. At the same time, the sky darkened and a few snowflakes began to fall in the air.

I muttered to myself, "Oh no, if this rains really starts, will they close the highway?"

As we were talking, our car was also stuck in traffic. The cars in front of us stretched as far as the eye could see, showing no sign of moving. Almost everyone had turned off their engines. The sky was overcast, and the traffic flow resembled a lifeless snake. Just a moment ago, it was a beautiful holiday outing, but in an instant, it turned into a scene of escaping the apocalypse.

I turned off the car. Apart from being a little worried about the road closure, my mood wasn't too affected. Our car had just been filled up with gas, the elderly couple had a lot of food, and they had just gone to the toilet. Being stuck on the highway in such a full state was a stroke of luck, especially since I was with my family.

A few minutes later, the sky grew even more gloomy, the cars in front didn't move an inch, and no one honked or complained; they were just stuck in a lifeless traffic jam.

I couldn't help but say to Ma Chaoran, "I'll go ahead and ask about the situation."

Ma Chaoran smiled and said, "Okay."

As I got off the bus, I wondered, what's so funny about this?

I walked a few dozen meters forward, but everyone remained seated in their cars, seemingly unwilling to roll down their windows to talk to me. Their expressions were all obscured, like wax figures. I wondered what was going on. Usually, in this situation, some curious individuals would run ahead to investigate. What was happening today?
I made up my mind that if I didn't see anyone, I would knock on the car door!

Just then, several figures suddenly appeared on the roadside ahead. Overjoyed, I ran over in three steps. They were four elderly men, two of whom were squatting by the roadside barbecuing.

“I said—” I had only said two words when the man on my left raised his head. He had an Elvis hairstyle, with a slicked-back look and long sideburns. It was Sun Zhancheng.

"Fengzi?" Sun Zhancheng called out to me first.

This scene felt like a sudden encounter with old friends, and I exclaimed with delight, "It's you guys!"

Next to Sun Zhancheng was Wu Lianfeng, whose right hand and right foot were in casts, and he was sitting on a stool, leaning on a cane.

I asked curiously, "How long has it been and your hands and feet still aren't healed? Didn't you hurt your left hand? Did you get into another fight?"

"What?" Wu Lianfeng also looked up at me. Just now, his right hand was in a cast, but now it's his left hand.

I rubbed my eyes and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Sun Zhancheng said, "We're going to cross the sand."

I looked to the side and sure enough, I saw their Santana 2000, a car that could be put in a museum.

"Wearing sand in this season? The sand must be frozen solid by now."

Wu Lianfeng said, "Our car can only be worn this season."

It was illogical yet reasonable, leaving me speechless. Upon closer inspection, I saw that he and Sun Zhancheng each had a sausage in their hands, roasting it over a mosquito-killing lamp.

"You guys aren't going to sandcastle, you're here to do some abstract art, aren't you?" I said, glancing to the side unintentionally, then regretting that I'd said it too soon. Duan Shoujiang and Cheng Sihai were sitting on the highway guardrail, each holding a fishing rod with the hooks crookedly stuck in the ground, like two old men!
"Can you catch fish with this?"

Duan Shoujiang said mysteriously, "Those who are willing will take the bait!" With that, he suddenly pulled up the fishing rod, and there was a medium-sized octopus on the hook. He took the octopus off and handed it to Sun Zhancheng, saying, "Grill it for me, and add extra chili."

I said, "Give me the shavings, I want extra cumin flavor."

Suddenly someone shouted, "It's moving! Get in the car!" I looked ahead and saw that the traffic had indeed started moving, and at a great speed. The cars near the toll station disappeared into the fog as if iron filings were being attracted by a magnet.

A man in a car behind Sun Zhancheng and his group stuck his head out and shouted, "Idiot, get out of the way!"

I asked in surprise, "Cui San'er?" This was the same person I had met at Hu Chunyan's house a few days ago, the manager of the Wan Shi Wu (Everything Shop). As long as you paid him, there was nothing he couldn't do.

Duan Shoujiang retorted angrily, "My elder brother is Sun Zhancheng. How dare you speak to us like that?"

Cui San'er seemed to be quite wary of the name Sun Zhancheng. In terms of age and experience, he was indeed a generation younger than Sun Zhancheng.

Cui San'er adjusted his expression and said, "I was impolite just now. Please, brothers, do me a favor."

Wu Lianfeng said, "That's more like it."

When Cui San'er passed by Sun Zhancheng, he slipped a business card into his hand.

I took off running back, and just as I saw Ma Chaoran's car approaching, I waved and moved closer.

boom--

I saw myself being hit by a car from a third-person perspective, spinning and flying in the air like a character in a comedy comic, before crashing solidly to the ground.

A strange man jumped out of Ma Chaoran's carriage, pointed at me, and yelled, "Are you looking for death?!"

In a brief moment of observation, I saw police cars and ambulances arrive one after another. Someone lifted me into the ambulance. Soon, I returned to a first-person perspective, but my vision was blurry. I was lying on a hospital bed, and two nurses were whispering to each other: "How pitiful, he got into a car accident while taking his whole family out for fun."

Another nurse said, "And he kept talking nonsense, saying that his son was the savior. The child is only 10 years old and is being resuscitated."

Both nurses had their backs to me, and they were both very attractive.

I sat up in bed and said, "Excuse me, where are my parents?"

One of the nurses was startled and turned around, saying, "You're awake?"

Another nurse with long hair said, "You went out with your child and wife. Your parents weren't in the car." Both of them were wearing masks, covering their faces completely.

I said, "So this year isn't 2026 either, right?"

The short-haired nurse said, "He really did hit his head. It's 2022."

"Oh, okay. Hey, which of you two is wearing perfume? It smells pretty good."

The long-haired nurse said disdainfully, "What kind of time is this to still be flirting? Your son has lost too much blood and needs to donate blood. Just sign this consent form."

I held out my hand and said, "Give it to me."

The short-haired nurse who was closest to me handed me a paper and a pen.

I glanced at the several pages of the consent form with my pen in hand, and sighed, "You're not even going to act properly anymore, are you just giving up on yourself?"

(End of this chapter)