This was not the dream she wanted to sleep in, it must be the dream that the copy forcibly dragged her into.

The dream was dark.

She was still on that road, there was the sound of crows flying across the sky and their shrill cries.

Images from the previous car accident kept flashing before Ruan Qiao’s eyes.

The frightened and miserable screams of those young people were echoing in her ears.

The sounds of rocks rolling down and vehicles slamming against the rocks echoed in all directions.

Boom, boom, boom.

 “Help! Ahhh!”

“I don’t want to die!!”

 Those voices resounded alternately.

Ruan Qiao was walking on this endless path.

The images of the car accident kept flashing back, and finally settled on the mess she saw when she just woke up.

There was a dead body hanging on the seat, and the intestines and organs were spilled all over the floor.

The crows are getting closer and closer, the weather is gloomy and the sun is hiding behind gloomy dark clouds.

Those black birds stopped on the corpse and ate the carrion on the corpse bit by bit with their beaks. The owner of the meat had long lost his sense of pain and consciousness, and his stiff face had a look of horror.

They were already dead and could only lie in the wilderness and let the crows eat their bodies.

The scene of the car accident disappeared again.

Ruan Qiao was still walking forward.

There was more and more dark blue smoke under her feet, and the first four sides of the road were completely dark, making it difficult to see the scenes on both sides.

There was only a faint blue light in front of the road.

After the scene of the car accident disappeared, the surroundings became quiet again, with no screams or crows.

There was only the sound of her footsteps.

Finally, there was a sound of gongs from ahead.

DONG DONG DONG DONG DONG DONG DONG.

Ruan Qiao had heard this sound before, it was the sound of a funeral.

After a person dies and is buried, someone will beat the gongs to clear the way for the spirits.

Although cremation had replaced traditional burial in her time, the ritual remained.

Unlike the processions she encountered in the past, this time she encountered a funeral procession directly.

The people in front of and behind the coffin were all wearing pale clothes, and thick hats obscured their appearance.

Everyone walked forward with their heads lowered, and the person walking in front of the coffin beat the gong in his hand.

“The bright moon shines

The dark wind blows in the willow alley. “

The singing is approaching.

The group of people quickly arrived in front of her, and Ruan Qiao turned sideways to let the group pass.

“The wandering soul travels all over

 On the lonely road. “

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