Yin Yang Dao

It is said that every city has its own yin-yang path, and after a person dies, they will go to the underworld or heaven through this yin-yang path. On weekdays, this yin-yang road looks no different from an ordinary main road. At midnight or in the early morning, the spirit of Yang and the ghost will drive the carriage, carrying the souls of the newly deceased to a different world. Therefore, there will be many stories about the Yin Yang Dao in the city.

Speaking of which, there is also a Yin Yang road in Beijing, with a straight road leading directly to the Thirteen Tombs. Sun Zhengquan, who works at an IT company, drives a Jetta southward along this road every day to work in the city.

On a Saturday morning, Sun Zhengquan got up early, brewed a cup of hot coffee at home, heated a hamburger in the microwave, and easily finished breakfast before driving on the road. Due to an important collaboration plan, he had to rush to the unit located near Deshengmen to work overtime.

Due to the high housing prices in the suburbs of Beijing, Sun Zhengquan had to buy a house in the outer suburbs of Beijing. He only had to drive 40 minutes a day from his community to his workplace. There is fog on the road, over forty meters away, and ahead is a hazy area where nothing can be seen clearly. Sun Zhengquan drove the car carefully. Because it is Saturday, most office workers sleep in at home, so there are hardly any cars on the road except for Xiaosun's Jetta.

Following the main road north of Beijing that leads directly to the Thirteen Tombs, passing the North Fifth Ring Road, Sun Zhengquan suddenly saw a group of carriages vaguely approaching in front of him. He was wondering where so many carriages came from when they inexplicably stalled. Sun Zhengquan was puzzled as he got off the car and opened the front cover to see where the problem was. At this moment, the group of carriages had already approached, and Xiaosun turned around to see that these carriages were almost identical. In front of them was a pure white horse, and the carriage was just a flat plate with two wooden wheels below. The sound of the white horse's hooves on the cement road is crisp and can be heard from a distance. The wheels make a gurgling sound as they walk.

Sun Zhengquan noticed that on top of the flatbed truck, everything was covered with white cloth, and underneath the white cloth, there seemed to be people one by one. Some of them showed their feet, which were pale and lifeless. Every car is like this. Isn't every car carrying dead people? Xiao Sun's heart trembled with fear upon seeing it. Observing the drivers of the carriage again, they all sat diagonally on the wooden carriage in front of the carriage, holding a long whip in their arms. Their faces turned waxy yellow one by one, and their expressions became stiff, reminiscent of those who had died for a long time. Xiao Sun's hair was even more chilling.

At this moment, a withered black hand quietly reached out from behind Sun Zhengquan and slammed him on the shoulder, causing Xiao Sun to tremble and almost wet his pants.

Sun Zhengquan turned his head and saw a tall and big guy with a bald head. One side was very flat, as if it had not been restored to its original state after being run over by a wheel. Hang your eyebrows slightly, your eyes deeply sunken, like two mouse holes. A tall nose and thin lips. He is completely emaciated, with only skin and bones left, living like a hanging ghost!

What are you doing? Xiaosun asked with fear and anger.

Don't do anything, I'm just like them, a carriage driver. The hanging ghost pointed to the carriage.

Xiaosun asked, "Where do you come from?"? Where are you going?

The Hanging Ghost said: From place to place.

Upon hearing this, Xiaosun became angry again. This guy was just trying to make fun of himself, so he ignored him and turned his face to check his car.

The hanging ghost suddenly patted his shoulder again, and Xiaosun was so scared that he jumped aside and asked, "What do you really want to do?"?

Hanging ghost smirked and asked, "Your car is broken. Do you want to take those cars?"?!

Sun Zhengquan waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, our directions are different. If you go out of the city, I will go in.".

The hanging ghost was stunned for a moment, stopped talking, turned around and got into the car next to him, then swung his whip and headed north.

Sun Zhengquan watched the carriage pass by and secretly counted it, not less than fifty. Until the carriage disappeared into the thick fog, Xiaosun woke up like a dream and turned his head to look at his Jetta. The hood of the car was covered at some point. He stepped onto the car with his slightly stiff legs, started it gently, and the car returned to normal.

Sun Zhengquan drove to his unit located in Deshengmen, and recalling his experiences on the road, he still had lingering palpitations. At this moment, colleague Xiao Li came in from outside and exclaimed repeatedly, "It's broken, something big has happened.".

Xiaosun exclaimed, "What's going on?"?

Xiao Li said, haven't you heard of it? Last night, there was a car accident on the road north of Gulou. A bus was hit by a speeding large cement truck, and 40 to 50 people on board were seriously injured. After being pulled to the hospital, only three or two people were saved, and the rest died.

Ah? Sun Zhengquan stood up in fear and asked, "Where are all these dead people now?"?!

Xiao Li blinked in confusion and said, "Of course, they are all in the hospital now, maybe they have all been moved to the morgue.". Some of their families haven't arrived yet!