Corpse Recovery Diver

Chapter 1560 285_5

Xue Liangliang went up to negotiate the price, then waved to signal to get in the car."Liangliang, you sit in the back, I'll sit in the front."

"Okay, teacher."

After the three of them got in the car, it started and drove away.

Not sure if it was the car or the female driver's skill, but the ride was very smooth, and there was no smell of exhaust.

He reached out and touched the air vent in front, feeling the cool air coming out.

Too bad, he had slept too long on the train, now he definitely couldn't fall asleep.

Unexpectedly, shortly after lamenting, Luo Tingrui fell asleep.

Xue Liangliang pointed at the front seat and looked at the woman.

The woman shook her head, indicating she didn't make him sleep; he fell asleep naturally.

Xue Liangliang smiled, the teacher's stress was really too much, this trip was akin to a relaxing therapy.

He took out some fruit from the bag, peeling and feeding it to her.

The sleeping teacher indeed provided the young couple a great opportunity to be alone.

Occasionally, other vehicles passed by, all normal encounters.

Until a van carrying goods came along, loaded with boxes of amulets, Buddha Beads, and other temple artifacts.

Driving was a couple, the wife said to the husband, "I think those Buddha Beads look nice, can we buy one when we deliver them?"

The husband laughed, "Just take one for yourself, the owner won't care."

Wife: "This stuff can be stolen?"

The husband naturally replied, "Why not? They're factory goods, really cheap. Transport them to a temple, claiming they're blessed, the price goes up by who knows how much."

Wife: "But we didn't pick up goods from a factory, we took them from one temple to deliver to another."

Husband: "What's the difference? I guess both temples have the same owner swapping goods; many Daoist Temples and monasteries in scenic areas are privately contracted."

Wife: "You're making it sound meaningless."

Husband: "It was meaningless to begin with; I don't believe in this."

Wife: "You still need to have some taboos."

Husband: "To convince me, sure, haha. If I ever hit a ghost while driving at night, I'll believe immediately."

At this moment, the oncoming vehicle made the husband feel odd; his headlights reflected off the other car in a peculiar way.

Husband: "What kind of paint job is this?"

As they passed each other, the husband turned his head to look, the wife also habitually glanced over.

Suddenly, the couple's eyes widened, their mouths agape.

The car in the lane next door was shaking and transforming while moving—this wasn't the look of a metal car, it resembled paper.

"Whirr!"

A series of sharp cracks sounded, like paper being continuously crumpled and slapped.

The female driver of the other car seemed to sense something too and turned her head to look this way as they passed.

Female driver... no, this wasn't a living person driver, but a paperman's face, smeared with creepy thick paint!

"Buzz!"

Passing ended.

The husband immediately pulled the van to the roadside, gripping the steering wheel, panting heavily.

The wife was also in a daze, after a long pause, she spoke: "I must have been seeing things, I must have been seeing things, right?"

The husband swallowed and resolutely replied:

"Beads, strings, whatever, buy, buy a set, buy a set!"

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Late at night, Luo Tingrui woke up, stretched comfortably.

"Liangliang, I didn't expect to sleep so much."

"It's good, teacher, perfect for restoring energy to tackle work ahead."

"Yes, once we get to Fengdu, we'll see Xiao Yuan, I really miss the kid."

He habitually reached for his pocket, but recalling the female driver's car, the clean interior, and the pregnant woman sitting behind him, the old smoker Luo Tingrui had to put the cigarette pack back.

The female driver seemed to notice Luo Tingrui's actions and reminded:

"No smoking in the car."

Luo Tingrui: "Yeah, won't smoke."

Xue Liangliang asked: "Teacher, are you hungry?"

Luo Tingrui: "Do you have anything to eat in your bag, give me some."

Xue Liangliang: "Let's see if there's a food stall on the roadside, it's better to have some hot soup and feel comfortable."

Luo Tingrui pointed out the window, "On this dark road, you still hope for a steaming roadside stall?"

The car slowed down, at the direction Luo Tingrui pointed, there was a small wooden cart parked by the roadside, with a lantern hanging, the lantern read "Noodles, Wontons."

Luo Tingrui: "There really is one?"

The three got out of the car, Xue Liangliang ordered three bowls of wontons.

Luo Tingrui frowned, carefully examining this wonton stall. It seemed very normal, many mobile stalls like this appear in the city's night.

But the problem is, with no village or shop around, who would come here to sell wontons?

The owner wore a white apron, not tall, worked quickly, boiling wontons, scooping into bowls, then heated minced meat, poured yellow wine over it, cooked it, then added into the wontons, finally sprinkled dried shrimp and drizzled sesame oil on top.

"Smells good."

Xue Liangliang took the wontons and began eating directly.

"Liangliang..."

Luo Tingrui wanted to advise Xue Liangliang to not rush into eating and take another look, but seeing Liangliang and the woman eating so naturally, he gradually let down his guard.

As the owner was stoking the charcoal in the stove, he said: "Just returning home from the city, thought I'd try selling on the way, didn't expect pretty good business, lots stop by for wontons."