For those who don't know cars, buying one can be a real headache. You inevitably have to ask your knowledgeable friends or relatives for advice, because some cars do have their weaknesses and potential problems, such as quality or performance issues.

But when it comes down to it,

when a car door can be punctured with a cigarette butt,

can you really just vaguely brush it off as a quality issue?

All of this points to one thing:

This is a

paper car!

The driver was middle-aged, but his eldest son looked to be around elementary school age. Because of this, the driver said that this car was brought to him by his son.

Actually, the word "brought" here

could also be written as "burned."

His father died,

and his son burned a paper car for him.

Zhou Ze shook his head. Honestly, he hadn't noticed it beforehand. Only after getting in the car did he belatedly sense that something was off, but he still wanted to play dumb.

He himself was a stowaway, and he had no aspirations of becoming Zhang Tianshi (a Daoist master).

In the end, he was also a ghost.

If he were to take up the banner of exorcising demons and defending the Dao, then he would really be no different from a traitor, a "ghost traitor."

He pressed his palm over, covering the small hole. Zhou Ze pretended to be sleepy, half-closing his eyes, acting as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Ze remembered that when he was in the orphanage, there was a teacher who usually took everyone for physical activities, and he also had a part-time job: guarding the gate.

And because his surname was Qin, the children then called him—Grandpa Qin, the gatekeeper.

Grandpa Qin was very good at telling stories, often telling ghost stories. He seemed very satisfied when the children showed fear when hearing his stories. Because of this, the director talked to him several times, but he didn't restrain himself.

It was only before Zhou Ze left the orphanage to go to school outside that Grandpa Qin passed away from a myocardial infarction.

Zhou Ze remembered a ghost story that Grandpa Qin had told, called "Ghost Sedan."

Legend has it that in ancient times, there were many kinds of ghosts. Most people went directly to the underworld after death, entered the Yellow Springs, drank Meng Po's soup, and then entered reincarnation. Very few ghosts could stay in the mortal realm.

But some ghosts still remained. They might know that they were dead, or they might not, but no matter what, they might still be doing what they did in life.

For example, sedan carriers.

They would appear specifically on the roads in the wilderness or late at night, asking people if they wanted to ride in a sedan, and the price was extremely cheap. After the person rode the sedan to their destination, the deal was done, money and goods exchanged.

But doing business with ghosts and enjoying the services they provide would never be so simple and ordinary. What the ghost sedan wanted was not money, but your lifespan, or your energy and spirit.

In the underworld, ghosts carry sedan chairs for figures like King Yama. What status do living people have? Are they worthy?

It's like an eighty-year-old man kneeling before you; it will shorten your lifespan.

Zhou Ze remembered this story, and very clearly. In fact, Zhou Ze still remembered many of the stories Grandpa Qin told, even after growing up and joining the workforce.

Because Zhou Ze knew that the day before Grandpa Qin suddenly died of illness, Grandpa Qin, who always only guarded the gate and never entered the backyard, made an exception and walked into the children's dormitory, looking into each room, looking at each one. At that time, Zhou Ze happened to be awake and saw this scene.

It seemed that Grandpa Qin knew that his time was approaching and had come to say goodbye in advance.

Just as a fart from Buffett can make people feel that there is a great secret of wealth within,

a person who knows that he might gg (game over) tomorrow, his ghost stories can't really be regarded as absurd words.

The driver was still chattering, continuing to boast, and Zhou Ze remained calm in the back.

Shorten lifespan?

Damage energy and spirit?

Zhou Ze wasn't very afraid. He wasn't a living person; he was also a ghost.

To put it bluntly, although Zhou Ze didn't understand the layering and class division of ghosts, he could walk in the sunlight and meet living people to open a shop and do business, which should be much more advanced than the lonely wild ghosts outside, right?

Moreover, even the faceless woman in the hellish pool could be hurt by his fingernails. When facing other ghosts, Zhou Ze was actually quite confident.

"These years, there are more and more people buying and driving cars, and more and more people who don't follow the rules." The driver was still chatting, even though Zhou Ze didn't agree or respond, he could still keep talking.

"When the forest grows, all kinds of birds appear. Anyway, if you really get angry at each one, you'll really live a lot less years.

Although you know in your heart that you shouldn't get angry, some people go out with a label on their foreheads that says, 'Hit me, go ahead and hit me,' which is really infuriating."

Zhou Ze narrowed his eyes. He felt a little sleepy, even wanting to sleep.

But he knew that he couldn't sleep, so this clear feeling that was appearing should be fake.

Zhou Ze suddenly smiled dumbly.

He understood why this driver had been chattering all the way. It wasn't that he didn't know that his constant talking was annoying;

it was because he hadn't fallen asleep, so he had to keep talking to pretend that everything was normal at this time.

He wanted him to fall asleep,

and he had always been very slow to react to sleep.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Ze's mouth, and he put his hand on the car seat and closed his eyes.

Sleep.

The car began to slow down.

The driver's voice also became smaller and smaller because Zhou Ze fell asleep.

At the same time, the driver deliberately turned his head to look behind him.

However, at this moment, a look of struggle suddenly appeared on the driver's face. Finally, he shook his head abruptly, sighed, and continued driving forward.

It looked like they were almost at the bookstore.

Zhou Ze didn't know how a ghost driving a paper car could move him, a person with a physical body.

This was difficult to explain, because there was no "ghost mechanics" branch in physics;

furthermore, there were sayings such as "Yellow Turban Warriors" and "Qimen Dunjia" in ancient Chinese legends, so it was estimated that the principle should be similar to the above.

Zhou Ze slowly woke up, because he sensed that the driver in front of him was slowly volatilizing light.

Interesting,

he seemed to have been encountering good ghosts recently.

This driver should have been "collecting money" from him, but he couldn't bear to. It should have been the first time he had done something like this, and he couldn't bring himself to do it. In this struggle, he gained self-liberation and redemption.

He began to dissipate.

After dissipating, he would enter hell and enter reincarnation.

It could be seen from this that the "nonsense" the driver had said before was not all false. He had four children, he liked the feeling of being a father, and he worked hard to earn money to support his family and provide his children with a good growing environment.

He was a good father, and his character and personality were okay. After becoming a ghost, he wanted to do a wave of "ghost sedan" business, but in the end, he was soft-hearted.

Zhou Ze slowly raised his head and opened his eyes. The driver didn't notice and was still driving the car by himself.

Slowly, Zhou Ze noticed that light was shining in from outside. Through the window, he could see the traffic on the road.

The driver was about to dissipate.

This should be a memory from the driver's life.

Similar to the principle that lightning and special environments can record a picture.

Zhou Ze subconsciously lit a cigarette again. Since the driver had already liberated himself, then even if he burned this car, it didn't matter.

The car was playing music, a recently popular song called "Liang Liang" (Cooling);

the driver was humming and driving, probably having just completed a big order and was in a good mood, planning to go back and add a plate of peanuts for himself, and then video chat with his children for a while. Although life was hard, it was still pretty good.

Just then, Zhou Ze saw a minibus in front of the car.

It should be a school bus, with the school emblem and the words xxx Elementary School printed on it.

Zhou Ze didn't take it seriously at first, but suddenly a girl stood up in the back seat of the car. She faced the back of the car, and even sitting in the car behind, she could clearly see her through the car window.

The girl was wearing a blue lily dress and was very cute.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly.

He knew this girl. She was the one he had saved. It was said that she had already woken up. A while ago, Doctor Lin had told him that the girl's father wanted to hold a thank-you banquet and had even planned to invite him.

Zhou Ze's eyes darkened slightly. So, this driver was the culprit of the car accident?

So many children were injured,

and even if he hadn't taken action, some children would have died.

"What a beautiful girl, just like my youngest."

The driver muttered to himself. This was the last memory of his life, so he didn't know that there was still a person sitting in the back seat of the car at this time.

Zhou Ze looked around. He didn't think the driver was drunk, nor did he think the driver had other problems. So, what caused the driver to crash into the school bus? What caused that car accident?

Was it a chain-reaction rear-end collision caused by nearby cars?

At this moment,

the girl wearing the lily dress who was originally standing at the back of the school bus suddenly opened her mouth, and her tongue came out.

Yes,

came out,

like a red carpet for newlyweds, directly out, very long...very long...long enough to make your scalp tingle.

At the same time,

the girl had a mocking smile in her eyes, staring fixedly at the driver who was driving in front of her.

"Mom, ghost!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

In a panic, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car crashed directly into the school bus in front.

"Boom!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

Zhou Ze stood at the entrance of the bookstore.

Around him on the ground were the ashes of the paper car that had not been completely burned, scattered by the wind, curling and falling, turning into the final starlight.

Zhou Ze had no injuries, none at all.

And the driver also kept his promise and took him to his destination.

But Zhou Ze was not in a hurry to return to the bookstore.

In his hand, he was still holding that cigarette, slowly burning.

Taking a deep breath,

Zhou Ze licked his lips.

"Uncle, you can't smoke in the hospital." The girl's voice still echoed in his ears.

What,

on earth,

did I save?