Chapter 303: Indifference (1)

Zhu Gezhen received a call, his face was slightly heavier, and he completely lost the kind of cynicism of the wicked and wicked son-in-law. The original pair of eyes were rippling with peach blossoms, and they were instantly brilliant and completely changed. Human-like.
He stood up and said a little sorry to Yang Zimei: "No, I have to rush back to the capital. The old man at home has an accident."
"Okay, take care." Yang Zi nodded.
Zhu Gezhen left in a hurry.
Looking at Zhu Ge's faint away, haste but not messy back, Yang Zimei took a few sips of tea and got up to leave.
When I walked out of the tea house, I was a little bit upset, so I walked slowly along the street.
Cars come and go, people come and go.
To her, these are just a meaningless background symbol.
At this moment, she just thought that the dragon was going from day to day. From time to time, she picked up her cell phone to see if he would return a text message.
But the phone has always been quiet!
The quieter her phone was, the more disturbed she was.
There was a bus ahead, and looking at the license plate number, it was exactly the road leading to her house, standing in front of the stop plate and waiting for the bus.
Who knows, the car was passing by in front of it, and it didn't stop.
I really do!
She cursed lowly in her heart.
Suddenly, it was unusual to see the resentment spreading over the bus.
Is there something wrong with the bus?
She hurried forward and waved to intercept, letting everyone in the car down.
As if the driver could not see her waving, the car continued to move forward.
Yang Zimei stretched lightly and ran to the front of the car—
The car braked abruptly, stopped, and scolded.
The weather itself was hot, and the driver who drove the car for a day was extremely violent. He stretched out his head and yelled directly at Yang Zimei. ... "
The passengers in the car also leaned out and accused Yang Zimei of obstructing their time, asking the driver to ignore it and drive quickly.
Yang Zimei stood in the middle of the road and refused to let the driver call everyone down. The car was in danger.
"You're sick!" The driver scolded, stepping on the accelerator, bypassing her, speeding away and only driving shortly-
boom!
Suddenly there was a blaze of fire on the car, and the whole car started to explode—
The passengers in the car were in a mess, and some people escaped, and most of them were buried in the sea of ​​fire—
Yang Zimei could see his heart beating and trembling, choking his breath and watching the exploding bus, watching each of the ghosts leaving in a daze ...
All she could do now was to stand on the side, chant the death curse for them, and send them to reincarnation, so as not to fall into a lonely wild ghost with skyrocketing resentment.
In transcendence, the dead soul of a middle-aged man came to her, her face full of resentment, her eyes filled with despair and hatred.
He said that he was the murderer of the car explosion, and that he didn't want to be overdone. He wanted to become a ghost, retaliate against this society, and retaliate against humanity.
Yang Zimei's heart trembled and asked why?
He said he hated the world!
The demolishing team forced a demolishing of the house he had owed more than 100,000 debts, and the compensation to him was less than 50,000. The whole family had no roof and lived in a small house.
His wife went out to set up a mobile stall last month. Not only was she smashed by the city management, but she also broke three ribs. So far she can't move in bed and has no money to go to the hospital.