"Brother Jue, I have something to do tonight. You can go back first. I have sent a text message to my mother, don't worry about me."

The phone rang, Zhang Jue took it out and saw Wang Kangjian sending such a message.

He was a little surprised. He didn't know what the little bastard had done at night, so he didn't think much about it, packed up his things and stopped a taxi and went home.

After all the calculations, what Zhang Jue didn't calculate was that Wang Kangjian sneaked out that night and formed a thrilling causal relationship. It was precisely because of this night that Wang Kangjian could barely save his life in the future. He would survive the disaster and would have the saying that he would be blessed in the future.

Fate is full of variables. Zhang Jue inherited it from the ancestor's teachings. His right eye can see through birth, old age, sickness and death, but he only dares to conclude what happened before and dares not give a conclusion to the future. There is no doubt that Wang Kangjian has become a person with variables in fate, and Zhang Jue failed to see it.

“To Haihua Real Estate.”

After getting into the taxi, Zhang Jue said. Suddenly, he glanced at the driver strangely, and felt something was wrong in his heart.

The taxi driver looked calm and raised his face, saying a little annoyed: "Forty, don't hit the watch."

Zhang Jue had no intention of competing with him about the price, nor did he care about the difference between metering and no metering. He took out forty dollars from his wallet and gave it to him, but did not speak, but looked at him strangely.

The driver touched his face: "What do you think I'm doing?"

Zhang Jue smiled and said, "Drive slowly."

‘Cut, psychopathy.’

A vague muttered, the driver ignored Zhang Jue again, and with a thrust of the accelerator, the taxi rushed out like an arrow. Zhang Jue clearly asked him to slow down, but he drove up. Volkswagen Santana forced him to drive into a city trot. But he didn't know that if Zhang Jue said hurry up, the driver wouldn't treat this car as a Ferrari.

The night scene kept passing by the car window. Zhang Jue suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart. A flash of light flashed across his left eye and looked at the driver. He immediately knew where his inappropriateness came from.

"parking."

"squeak!"

The taxi stopped at an intersection, and the driver looked at Zhang Jue with some displeasure: "What are you doing? You have too much to do, so you won't sit down."

Zhang Jue untied his seat belt, hesitated for a while, and said, "Drive slowly. There are old people and young people above, and it is not worth it if something happens."

"Hey, I said, are you sick? Get out, don't sit down, don't refund the money."

The driver was immediately angry. He was guessing whether Zhang Jue was a lunatic. Now he was convinced that he was really a lunatic. I drove fast and slow, which was a big deal. I have old men and a little men, you are nothing.

Zhang Jue got out of the car as he said, "Brother, drive slowly, rather stop for three minutes than grab one second. The money can't be earned. The speed of 130 is actually only two or three minutes more than 60 miles, but the safety hazards caused are several times more than you..."

Before he finished speaking, the driver spat out of the window and cursed: "Idiot." As soon as the accelerator blasted, he headed towards the intersection.

It's a yellow light now, and he hopes to grab this second...

Zhang Jue sighed quietly. Sure enough, a person's life is gone, and no one will listen to him. There is only so much he can do, I hope he won't die too miserably.

‘Bang!’

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the intersection. Then, the scene was quiet for a few seconds.

With a "wow" moment, in a moment, the crying and screaming sounded in an instant.

The taxi that Zhang Jue had just taken now turned into a fireball, and the flames on the hood rushed out two or three meters high. It was a BMW x6 that was also in a hurry to reincarnate. The car collided and the x6 with a very heavy chassis overturned. But the taxi rolled and swept out.

After crossing the zebra crossing, sparks were swept out, and the broken steel on the oil road made deep trenches. At the same time, passers-by on the zebra crossing were not spared. It was like the autumn wind wafting withered grass, and it collapsed like a crop of wheat.

There are minced meat, residual limbs, and blood on the ground.

Two parents with dead children cried bitterly, holding the incomplete body. An old man stood on a crutch and turned out his reading glasses and took them over, looking for some minced meat belonging to his wife.

There were about five or six people who died on the spot, and there were probably no less than ten people who were seriously injured and slightly injured. Of course, the people who died included the taxi driver. The car was now stuck in the security booth at the intersection in a twisted form. The steel bar guardrail of the security booth was broken, one of which pierced the windshield and inserted into the driver's seat, bleeding...

Zhang Jue took a deep breath, put his hands in his sleeves, stepped forward a few steps and stood on the curb at the intersection, looking at the tragic situation like hell on earth with some pity in his eyes.

He had no way to stop it, this was fate.

As the cold wind blew, he seemed to understand something again. The flames on the hood of the taxi were reflected in his eyes, and a sad look flashed.

On the crossroads opposite Zhang Jue, there was also a man looking at everything in front of him calmly.

This is an old beggar in a shabby dress. He squatted on the curb and held a kimchi jar in his arms. It was strange that other beggars asked for money by using the bowl, but he took a huge kimchi jar.

The shops on the street are very strange to the old beggar. They are not only surprised by his kimchi jar, but also by wondering that the old beggar has been sitting on the curb for two days.

Looking at the tragic situation at the intersection, everyone either burst into tears, cried bitterly, looked sad, or turned around and dared not look at it. But the old beggar had a look of excitement in his eyes.

Like a lunatic, he murmured: "It's not worth it. I've been waiting for two days, and finally I've waited for this moment. The old monk in the mountains is so accurate. He said that there was a sudden disaster here, and it was true that a sudden disaster happened. Although the time was not very accurate, it was not something that ordinary people could do. Come on, come on, come in, I need you, and you can live forever when you come in, hahahahahaha."

It cannot be seen with the naked eye. If it is in a strong sunshine during the day, under the irradiation of ultraviolet rays, some virgins who have not broken their bodies can see blurred shadows flying from many damaged bodies on the road, and go to the kimchi jar in the hands of an old beggar on the street like a whale sucking water...

Zhang Jue sniffed gently and smelled a strange smell. He knew that this was the breath of soul, and it was also found in the toilet of Zhixing Middle School.

"A man just died and the Yin Guan hasn't arrived yet, so why does it smell like a soul leaving the body?"

Zhang Jue murmured, his mind moved, and opened his left eye.

This time, a trace of brilliance flashed through his left eye, but turned into golden pupils, with the light continuing. When he looked closely, Zhang Jue gritted his teeth, but saw a total of seven souls flying towards the corner of the street, and drilled into the kimchi jar in the hand of an old beggar.

Zhang Jue was furious and clenched his fists, spitting out a few words from his teeth:

"How dare you take the little devil and seek death!"

The old beggar found someone looking at him, turned his head and looked at Zhang Jue's golden eyes.

In the cold wind, the old beggar saw him with golden eyes, wearing a windbreaker, put his hands into his sleeves and walked towards him step by step.

After a moment of silence, the old beggar suddenly stood up behind his back and screamed: "Shenmin Zhi? The ancestor said!"

Before he finished speaking, he jumped up first, hugged the kimchi jar tightly, and quickly rushed into the crowd. He was like a crazy dog, with a very fast speed and a panic on his face. It was hard to imagine that such an old body actually had such a strong body.

The old beggar knew that when the man in a windbreaker pulled his hands out of his sleeves, he would die in an instant even if he was ten times faster.

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Chapter completed!