The driver explained, but his words did not match his words. Not only did he fail to make people believe what he said, but some people suspected that he was suffering from mental problems due to excessive fright, and they all advised him to stop and pull over.

The driver had no choice but to stop in the emergency lane.

Many people secretly called the police, and some comforted the driver.

But I sat in my seat and didn't move, because the driver's words reminded me of something I had heard before.

That was the paper truck incident.

The paper car incident is a strange incident registered in the underworld.

The source of the incident was not, as the driver said, the truck that rear-ended the paper cart.

It's because of road construction.

The highway we are traveling on now existed decades ago, but it was not a highway at that time.

Back then, there was an incident of road jockeying on the old road.

The road was very narrow at that time, barely big enough for two cars to cross.

Early one morning, a passenger bus departed from Xinhai as usual, but when it was halfway, it encountered a funeral procession.

There was no car in this team. After all, private cars were still a rare thing in those days. It was precisely because of their rarity that the children of the deceased made a paper car based on the appearance and size of a private car.

Logically speaking, if the bus and the funeral procession went their own way, nothing would happen.

But there was road construction at that time, and the road on one side was occupied and impassable.

So the passenger car and the funeral procession's paper car were stuck in the middle.

If the bus wanted to give way, it had to back up a long distance. For safety reasons, the bus driver asked the funeral procession to exit and let him pass first.

But there is a taboo in funerals, that is, you cannot turn back. Therefore, the funeral procession refused to give way.

No one on either side wanted to back down, so they started fighting as they talked.

At that time, the bus was equipped with a conductor, but even two people were no match for the funeral procession. The driver was beaten so hard that he lost his mind and drove the bus directly towards the funeral procession.

Four people died and four were injured on the spot. The paper cart and the coffin were smashed to pieces, and the bodies that fell out were even crushed by the bus.

The bus driver was shot, but the matter did not end. Since then, there has been a paper car on this road that only drives in the early morning. This paper car, filled with people, keeps driving on the road, looking for the bus driver at that time.

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The driver was an old corpse, and the four people who died in the accident were sitting behind him.

The paper car incident was told to me by my grandfather as a story, but I never heard the rumor about the paper car again, and I didn’t pay much attention to it.

Now what the driver said made me think about it.

I just don’t know if what the driver encountered was a paper truck incident.

The police have been called and the bus company has also notified us. Now everyone dare not let the driver drive and can only wait where they are.

Many people got out of their cars to do some activities, and some anxious people even tried to give themselves a lift from passing cars.

I felt bored in the car, so I got out of the car and walked outside the guardrail.

This is a hillside with few trees, because there is a graveyard not far away, and everyone gathers on the other side to chat.

The Huang Mao who had talked to me before also walked down. Unlike the others, he kicked the stones on the ground idly and came to the grave. He looked at the tombstone and made a tut-tsk sound.

"Tsk, tsk, she was quite beautiful. It's a pity that she died so young."

I glanced at him. As a bone picker, I couldn't stand people who disrespected the dead. But when I glanced at the tombstone, I was stunned for a moment.

There is actually a photo on this tombstone. Apart from cemeteries, I rarely see tombstones with photos on them.

It was a bit far away, so I could only vaguely see that the photo on the tombstone was of a woman.

However, I didn't read much.

Instead, I took out my mobile phone and called Goddess Zhang to tell her that I would arrive later.

When I hung up the phone and looked at Huang Mao again, Huang Mao had disappeared.

I didn't care either. If someone has three urgent needs, he probably hides somewhere to solve the problem.

After waiting for a while, a work vehicle and a passenger bus drove over. The driver got into the work vehicle and explained something to the people inside. From time to time, there were several fierce arguments.

It's just that the other party closed the car door, so I didn't hear him clearly.

The new bus driver apologized to us while letting us get on the bus. He also reminded everyone to look around to see if anyone had not gotten on the bus yet.

I thought of Huang Mao. Just as I was about to say something, I saw Huang Mao walking up the hillside. This time, he did not sit back to his original position, but found an empty seat in front.

After the driver confirmed that nothing was missing, he started the vehicle and set off directly.

There were no further problems along the way, and we arrived at our destination at 10 a.m.

I need to transfer to a plane here. After all, the plane tickets from Xinhai to my hometown have been sold out, and I am in a hurry.

However, when I got off the bus, I noticed that Huang Mao in front of me got off the bus and left without taking the luggage that was still on the original seat.

Although he looked a little unhappy, I still reminded him aloud.

Hearing my voice, Huang Mao didn't move and looked back at me. When he looked back, I clearly saw the appearance of a woman.

Gone in a flash.

When I was about to distinguish it carefully, Huang Mao had already walked back to the car.

After getting off the car, I never walked far and looked at the yellow hair on the car.

After Huang Mao got on the car, he stood blankly in the car. It wasn't until everyone had finished walking that he looked at the untouched luggage on one side, and then got out of the car with it.

This scene gave me a bit of a bad feeling.

Huang Mao seemed to have no idea which was his luggage.

The crowd was surging, Huang Mao carried his luggage and disappeared into the crowd.

I didn't catch up. Even though I set off ahead of time, time was already tight due to delays on the road.

When I returned to my hometown, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and Goddess Zhang had already brought everyone to prepare all the things I needed.

Although it was already past noon, after discussing with Goddess Zhang, we decided to move the grave immediately.

In addition to me, Mrs. Zhang, and the helpers, there were also women and children crying constantly.

After learning about Huang Cheng, Blind Liu called the police and quickly found the passerby who was hit, Qin Ming.

The crying woman and child are Qin Ming's wife and son.

After I expressed my condolences to them and made sure that Goddess Zhang had prepared a new well, I went directly to the place where Huang Cheng buried passers-by and started moving the graves.

"In the town of Yuanshi, we will inform all spirits. Yue Du is the real official, and the land is only spiritual. Left the society and the right Ji, don't be alarmed. Return to the right path, clarify the internal and external...

This land is the most spiritual of gods. It reaches the sky and the earth, entering and exiting the underworld. It is called for me, and I cannot stay. On the day of merit, I will report it to the Supreme Being..."

After the land was installed, the crying child stepped forward and dug a small piece of soil.

The helpers came forward and started to dig the grave with tools. The soil that the child could easily dig now seemed to be condensed together. The workers were sweating profusely while digging, but they could only remove the top layer of loose soil.

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Seeing this, I had no choice but to step forward again.


Chapter completed!