Driving the car with both hands on the wheel, Lu Xuan mentally applauded the author of the novel Cheng Lingzhu was reading. A zombie wife might be unconventional, but there's a taste for everything, right?
As they chatted and drove, they soon arrived at the Jinyan Overpass. The rain blurred the overpass, merging it with the darkness of the night. The Nestorian Mother Mary statue beside Lu Xuan started to tremble.
Lu Xuan accelerated as he drove onto the overpass. It was now 2 a.m., and he could sense that apart from himself and Cheng Lingzhu, there were no other living beings on the entire overpass.
Large raindrops pelted down, drumming loudly against the windshield of the black sedan. Lu Xuan watched the speedometer's needle climb: 80, 100, 120... 200, 240... As the speed increased, the statue's trembling grew more intense, and the bloody tears under its eyelids became more pronounced.
