"What the f*ck is going on? Don't play with people like this."
Song Jinmin was so scared that he almost peed his pants. The cigarette in his mouth fell onto his crotch. The hearse sharply turned in an S-shape pattern in the middle of the road, causing the onlookers by the roadside to be stunned.
Why is the hearse drifting?
"I don't know what's going on either." Lin Jingzhan said.
"I saw his eyelashes move just now and felt that something was wrong, so I called you over."
"Thank you so much for thinking so highly of me," Song Jinmin complained.
"Next time there's such a good opportunity, you should call those three."
"Enough with the nonsense," Lin Jingzhan said. "I just have a feeling something's not right."
"You mean he's not dead?" Song Jinmin also became serious. "But his pupils are dilated, so there's no way he could still be alive."
"Then how do you explain this?"
