Chapter 814 - 814: Drawing Lots

"Hiss..."

Zhao Guo'an took a sharp breath, frowning tightly, as if he was enduring great pain.

"How are you?" Zhen Jinghan asked nervously.

Zhao Guo'an gritted his teeth and said with difficulty, "Don't worry about me, focus on driving, I've said it before, this kind of injury... won't kill anyone."

Zhen Jinghan couldn't care about much else. After shifting gears, she sharply turned the steering wheel to the left and then stepped on the gas.

However, firstly the road wasn't very wide, and secondly, the acceleration was a bit excessive, causing the vehicle to be sideways in the middle of the road, unable to complete the turn in one go.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Zhen Jinghan held her breath and kept telling herself not to panic, being anxious would only add to the chaos and wouldn't solve any problems.

She shifted into reverse again, the car moved backward, but barely two seconds later, there was a "bang" sound.

"Ah!"

Zhen Jinghan screamed in fright, turned to look at Zhao Guo'an beside her, and saw that the crack on the front passenger window had spread across the whole window, appearing to withstand at most one more hit.

"Don't be afraid, keep driving, he can't get in!" Zhao Guo'an quickly reminded, fearing that the person beside him might get scared and drive the car into a ditch.

"Buzz..."

The engine roared, and Zhao Guo'an felt the entire car body start to vibrate. He quickly looked at the tachometer, finding that the needle had almost no buffer before it surged upward.

"Crack!"

The rear bumper slammed into the roadside guardrail.

"Stay calm, absolutely calm, don't rush!" Zhao Guo'an urgently advised.

However, Zhen Jinghan seemed unable to hear him. After hitting the guardrail, she slammed on the brake, then shifted into gear, her expression cold, and her eyes filled with anger!

At this moment, through the front windshield, Zhen Jinghan saw the person wearing a fisherman's hat walking toward the vehicle, less than twenty meters away.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Zhen Jinghan let out a piercing scream, then stepped on the accelerator, aimed at the person in front of the car, and rushed over.

The person in the fisherman's hat seemingly hadn't expected this scene, resulting in a brief stunned moment.

And in just these short two seconds, he missed the best chance to dodge.

"Bang!"

The car's front directly sent him flying five meters away.

He let out a miserable cry, rolling another three meters after landing before coming to a stop.

Zhen Jinghan braked, watching under the headlights, the few reflective spots of blood left on the road by the other party, a look of bewilderment in her eyes.

In fear, people often make many wrong moves.

And when fear reaches its peak, it can turn into anger.

Zhen Jinghan belonged to this situation, in extreme fear, she chose to protect herself and Zhao Guo'an in this way.

But now the outcome left her momentarily unable to accept it.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here!" Zhao Guo'an unhooked his seatbelt, turned off the vehicle, and gently soothed Zhen Jinghan's emotions.

After getting out of the car, Zhen Jinghan threw herself into Zhao Guo'an's arms, her slender body trembling uncontrollably, tears falling like a torrential downpour.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Not far ahead, the person lying on the ground coughed violently, adding a few spots of blood on the ground, but that blood wasn't the usual red, rather somewhat black.

Zhao Guo'an could tell at a glance that the other party's internal organs had definitely been injured by the collision.

Although the distance at the time wasn't far, the vehicle's speed hadn't increased much, but after all, it was tons of steel colliding with dozens of kilograms of flesh and blood.

The two were not on the same level at all, and it was perfectly reasonable for internal organs to be injured in the collision.

"Let's not go over there yet, wait until Xiao Feng arrives." Zhao Guo'an said while patting Zhen Jinghan's back and speaking in her ear.

As soon as the words fell, suddenly a figure rushed out from the roadside, appearing almost like teleportation beside the person who had been hit.

Zhao Guo'an's eyes widened, he didn't even see how the other party crossed the railing, it was just a blink and he appeared without warning.

The suddenly appearing person was about 1.7 meters tall, neither fat nor thin, wearing a loose robe, hair coiled on top of the head fixed with a hairpin.

At first glance, he looked a bit like a Daoist.

Additionally, at the temple area, there was an oddly shaped silver flower.

After appearing, the Daoist pulled out a cylinder from his robe, then rotated his wrist, starting to shake it.

"Clatter clatter clatter..."

After shaking like this for about five seconds, the Daoist squatted down and carefully placed the cylinder on the ground, accurately in front of the person who was hit.

He also carefully opened the cover of the cylinder, revealing inside several things like bamboo chopsticks.

This scene wasn't unfamiliar, often seen on roadsides, overpasses, or in front of temple gates.

Some elderly people wearing sunglasses relied on this to earn money, drawing a bamboo stick and then explaining the meaning, whether it was auspicious or ominous.

"Draw one." The Daoist commanded.

The hit person had no interest in drawing lots, remaining indifferent for a long time.

The Daoist didn't waste words, grabbed the person's collar from behind, pulling his upper body off the ground to face the cylinder, and coldly said, "Don't draw, die now!"

The person immediately felt breathless, his head began to fill with blood, and black circles danced before his eyes.

In such a situation, the survival instinct drove him to reach for the cylinder and draw a bamboo stick.

The Daoist took it, without carefully checking the content of the bamboo stick, let go of his collar, packed up the cylinder, and quickly hopped over the roadside railing, vanishing into the night.

Throughout, he never glanced at Zhen Jinghan and Zhao Guo'an, as if treating them as invisible.

Just at this moment, two headlights shone over.

Aspergillus oryzae parked the car by the roadside and got out with Xiao Feng.

"This is..." Xiao Feng pointed at the person lying motionless on the ground, a puzzled look in his eyes.

"I hit him." Zhen Jinghan spoke, "I had no other choice."

Zhao Guo'an held her in his arms, affectionately saying, "I know you did it for me, it's been hard on you."

"Alright, that's enough." Xiao Feng said impatiently, "Save your sweet words for home."

Having said that, he took out his phone, dialed Di Junxiong, briefly explained the situation, and asked him to bring people over, also calling for an ambulance.

With Xiao Feng by his side, Zhao Guo'an felt more confident, went to the hit person, and lifted his hat.

Sure enough, it was the same person who stabbed him with a knife a few days ago.

He then gently placed a hand on the person's carotid artery to check the condition.

"Won't make it to the ambulance." Zhao Guo'an exhaled deeply, like a judge making a verdict.

In this regard, he was relatively authoritative, and if he said as much, it was almost certain the person wouldn't survive.

Zhen Jinghan took a deep breath, slowly stepping forward, deeply wanting to confirm whether the person lying on the ground was the brother from the neighboring house she knew when she was young.