Old Lu Tou chuckled, "You just need to watch the outside."

"Every night, someone will come to deliver packages and takeout. Remember, no one can come in, and you can't go out. Don't talk to red, don't reach for yellow. Understand?"

A Lifesaving Song!

On the surface, I didn't react, but my heart sank.

Anyone in the art knows that the *Lifesaving Song* is a terrifying thing. It only appears in places where survival is almost impossible.

The *Lifesaving Song* can tell you how to save your life, but it can also lead you to your death.

The *Lifesaving Song* might be a mantra that a mage exchanged for blood, or it might be a trap deliberately left by ghosts and gods. If you don't follow the *Lifesaving Song*, you're sure to die. But if you do, there might be a reversal somewhere that sends you straight to hell.

And you can only figure out what the *Lifesaving Song* means at the moment of your death?

I sat up slightly. "Old man, you didn't finish, did you?"

Old Man Lu smiled as he walked out. "I don't know where the rest of the lines are. You can look for them yourselves!"

Old Man Lu had reached the door as he spoke. He suddenly stopped. "Young man, I forgot to tell you something. Until someone replaces you, you have to honestly guard the door. Otherwise, even if you die, you'll have to come back and guard it. Understand?"

After leaving those words, Old Man Lu chuckled, turned around, opened the door, and stepped out.

"Old man, wait a moment." Lin Zhao wanted to chase him, but I stopped him. "Wait, let's see if he can walk on the road ahead."

I had activated my ghost eyes as soon as Old Man Lu opened the door. I could see the aura of death缠绕缠绕 (chan rao chan rao) around him, but I couldn't tell if he was alive or dead. I could only use ordinary mages' methods to judge whether he was a man or a ghost.

According to the art, the living walk the Yang Jian Dao (path of the living), and the dead walk the Huangquan Road (road to the underworld).

When living people cross the road, they walk straight across. The dead, however, walk along the side of the road until they encounter a crack in the pavement or an intersection. Because that is where Yin and Yang meet, and they need to go to the Huangquan Road from there.

Old Man Lu had just stepped onto the road when a long truck sped by. I watched as he was rolled under the wheels and dragged for more than ten meters by the truck, which couldn't stop in time. The glaring streaks of blood slid far along the road, flowing out from one side of the wheels.

While the driver got out of the truck to call the police, I pulled Lin Zhao and ran towards the truck.

When I looked down under the truck, I saw Old Man Lu's face, eyes wide open.

Old Man Lu's body was twisted and deformed, as if he was deliberately hiding under the truck, playing hide-and-seek with me. His hands were holding onto the wheels, and half of his face peeked out from under the blood-stained tires, his head twisted, his pupils already dilated, looking at my face from under the car.

The moment our eyes met, his pupils suddenly tightened, and the rapidly contracting black pupils were like two needle tips embedded in his eyeballs, aiming straight between my eyes. I suddenly had the illusion that it wasn't a dead person looking at me.

That's right! It wasn't the dead man looking at me, but something was looking at me through the dead man's eyes.

As my gaze paused slightly, Lin Zhao gently nudged me. I looked in the direction Lin Zhao was pointing and saw a bloody shoe tip under the wheel on the other side.

The shoe was exactly the same as the cloth shoe that Old Man Lu had flung off.

I was slightly stunned when I heard someone scolding behind me, "Are you two sick? You can't just look at dead people!"

The person's voice sank. "Aren't you afraid the dead will come looking for you? I'm telling you, don't go near dead people on the road. If you block the dead's path, you'll have nowhere to cry."

"I'm telling you, people who are hit by cars and die don't have time to say their last words. They'll pounce on anyone they see. Don't let the dead possess you. Leave now!"

I was staring at the foot on the opposite side of the car, and I didn't have time to argue with the driver. Lin Zhao directly took over the conversation. "Don't scare people. Aren't you standing here too? Aren't you afraid of being possessed by the dead?"

While the two of them were arguing, I went around to the back of the car.

I didn't walk past the front of the car, which is also a rule in the art. If a dead person is under the car, holding onto the wheel, and you pass by the front, someone will have to accompany him if the dead person's hand moves.

When walking around the car, you have to go to the back, because the dead won't push the car backwards.

I hadn't even walked past when I heard the driver say, "I have a red cloth on me. Do you have one?"

Lin Zhao simply argued with him. "Take out the red cloth on your body and show it to me?"

"I'll show you..." The driver's voice suddenly stopped. "Where's the red cloth on me? I put it in my pocket..."

The driver suddenly smiled and stretched out his fist to Lin Zhao. "The red cloth is here. Catch it."

Lin Zhao, who felt that there was something wrong with the driver, took a step away from him and saw someone on the side of the road far away — the driver had fallen into the ditch when he called the police.