"Ah!"
Zhao Yali screamed in the car.
Zhao Yali grabbed Luo Yuan's hand so hard that her nails dug into Luo Yuan's flesh.
Luo Yuan did not feel any pain. His attention was elsewhere. Through the window, he saw a gray rat the size of a kitten running across the road.
Compared to normal rats, this mutated rat was much bolder. It did not run away, but stopped by the side of the road instead. Its entire body was grey, and its shiny fur was ironed on its body. Its teeth were extremely sharp, and the most frightening thing was that its eyes were blood-red, giving off a bloodthirsty feeling.
"Damn animal! Come here if you have the guts!" The driver scolded. He stepped on the accelerator and the speed of the car instantly increased.
It stared at the bus until it was far away. Then it jumped off the road and ran towards the field.
As they got closer to Yushan, the bus entered a fork and headed towards a mountain road. Most of the trees near the mountain had been burned, and one or two bullet casings could be seen on the road.
There were gravel of all sizes on the road, and the road condition was terrible. The gravel rubbed against the steel barrier in front of them, making a tinkling sound.
Luo Yuan was slightly relieved that everything seemed to be going smoothly.
The car swayed for a few minutes, and after turning a corner, a bus blocked the road, not moving at all. The driver stepped on the brakes. He seemed to be panicking as he looked at the bus. He quickly took out his phone to make a call.
But the call did not go through. He tried a few more times, and finally smashed his phone on the ground. He looked around and picked up the fire axe in the corner. He spoke a few words to the people sitting in front of him and pointed to a button in front of the driver's seat. After a few people responded, Zhang Heng and the others nodded. They answered, and he pushed the door open, closed it tightly, and walked towards the bus in front of them.
"What did he say?" Luo Yuan asked.
"He said that there seems to be a problem in front, and he's going to take a look. When he's almost back, open the door for him," Zhao Yali said uneasily.
There was silence in the bus, and everyone's breathing became heavier.
"Ah!"
At that moment, a scream came from the front. Then, everyone saw the driver running towards them with all his might, followed by seven or eight mice. His face was filled with panic and despair. But the rat was obviously faster than him. He had only run a few steps when a rat bit his thigh. Under the intense pain, he fell to the ground and dropped his fire axe.
The remaining rats quickly pounced on him and bit his body with their sharp teeth. Blood quickly flowed from his body.
He screamed and used his hands and feet to get up. At this time, he couldn't care less about the fire axe. As he ran, he randomly pulled the mice off his body and threw them to the ground.
As if they had smelled the scent of blood, rats suddenly appeared on the originally empty mountain by the roadside.
The place where the car was parked was about ten meters away from the bus in front. The driver ran as fast as he could and quickly reached the door of the bus. He slammed the door with all his might and shouted anxiously, "Open the door … Open the door …"
A few passengers sitting in the front were pale and motionless. A young man wanted to stand up and open the door, but he was pulled back by the middle-aged woman beside him, and he fell silent.
Many people were willing to help others to show their kindness, such as donating money during earthquakes, giving up their seats on the bus, or donating blood for free. The premise of all of this was that it was within one's ability, and the harm was negligible, far within one's ability to bear.
However, when this kind of behavior seriously endangered one's own interests, or even one's life, human nature was always selfish.
"Open the door … Please …" The driver was desperate when the door didn't open for a long time. In the next second, dozens of rats rushed down from the mountain and quickly pounced on him.
"You bastards … You will all die a horrible death …" The driver let out a shrill scream and cursed loudly.
More and more mutated rats pounced on him, and a large amount of blood gushed out from all over his body. Soon, he was covered in blood. As his strength drained away, he could no longer hold on to the iron mesh. His body softly slid to the ground, leaving a twisted bloody mark on the door.
… …..
Luo Yuan clenched his fists tightly. He wanted to stand up a few times, but he sat down weakly. He knew very well that if he rushed over to open the door, the rats would definitely come in. If that happened, the car would be in chaos, and the casualties would be even greater. Even with his Kung Fu, he could only protect himself in such a crowded environment. He might even get Zhao Yali killed.
He was not a saint, nor was he a savior. All he could do was protect himself and the people around him.
Looking at the driver's tragic death, he could not bear to look away.
A few rats climbed up the iron mesh, and their red eyes looked at the car through the window coldly and greedily. They squeaked from time to time. Inside the car, there was a deathly silence. Only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.
The rats at the foot of the mountain were moving, and more and more of them were running towards them. As time passed, the outside of the car was gradually filled with rats, and the light in the car was blocked.
"Ah! They're biting the iron mesh!" the girl sitting in front of Luo Yuan suddenly screamed. She sounded like she was about to cry.
More than a dozen rats were gnawing on the iron wire. Not long after, traces of white tooth powder mixed with black iron filings continuously fell down.
Zhao Yali hugged his arm tightly, and Luo Yuan could feel her whole body shaking.
Everyone in the car panicked, and a few people took out their phones to call the police. Perhaps the police were too busy, or for some other reason, they could not get through.
"The iron mesh won't last long. Who knows how to drive? Get out of here," an old man with black-rimmed glasses said hurriedly in a dialect.
After a while, a well-dressed young man said in a trembling voice, "I only have a C license, but I've never driven a car like this before!"
"How many years have you been driving?" the old man asked, looking at the rats gnawing outside the window.
"Two years, but I haven't driven it at home recently because of the high price of gasoline," the young man said.
"There's no other way. We can't just wait for death. Go and try," the old man said after a moment of silence.
"Okay, okay!" the young man nodded, his face slightly pale.
He walked over to the driver's seat and sat down.
Looking at the ferocious rats crawling all over the windshield, his face suddenly turned as white as a sheet. He took a deep breath and mumbled to himself. His hand fell on the steering wheel, and he quickly lifted it again. After a few minutes, the car finally started moving again.
It was quiet in the car, and no one spoke. Anyone could see that the young driver was nervous.
Suddenly, a soft sound was heard, and one of the iron wires was bitten off by a rat.
There was a scream in the car.
The young man was so scared that his body trembled. He stepped on the accelerator, and the car suddenly crashed into the bus in front of them like a mad bull.
"No, stop!"
"Oh my god!"
Luo Yuan's face changed. He quickly hugged Zhao Yali and curled his body into a ball.
The next moment, the car crashed into the bus in front of them, and the window was instantly shattered. What was more serious was that a long gap had appeared in the barbed wire. The car shook a few times, and finally came to a stop.
Zhao Yali leaned on Luo Yuan's chest, peeking at Luo Yuan's handsome face. There seemed to be some kind of determination on his face, which made people feel that no matter how dangerous the situation was, it was nothing in his eyes. It was as if leaning on him would calm her heart down.
Luo Yuan let go of Zhao Yali and asked her, "Sister Yali, are you alright? Are you hurt? "
Zhao Yali came back to her senses and shook her head. "No, I was just shocked."
"It's good that you're not hurt. Don't worry, you'll be fine." Luo Yuan saw that she seemed to be too calm, so he comforted her.
"Okay!" Zhao Yali replied.
The speed of the car was not fast, and the passengers were all sitting in their seats. Other than being a little scared, they were not really hurt.
Of course, that was except for the young driver, who was lying on the steering wheel motionlessly. A stream of blood flowed from his fingertips, but no one was paying attention to him anymore.
The two cars were close to each other. Luo Yuan and a few others stood up and looked into the opposite car. His pupils constricted, and an ice-cold chill rose from his tailbone …
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