Two-hole Bridge
by Dong Shumin
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Just as Lao Hu comforted Shan Hu with a few words, two motorcycles with their headlights on had already rushed straight into the bridge opening from the high slope in the south, with a terrifying momentum. Shanhu was frightened, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and he said incoherently, Brother Scar and the others... Bad guys... Lao Hu hugged Shanhu hard in his arms, hugged him, and then supported him against the wall. He said, don't be afraid, stay here and don't move! At this time, the motorcycle was already in front of him. Old Hu turned around and couldn't see anything clearly for a moment in the dazzling car lights. He subconsciously raised his hand to block his forehead, and then he vaguely saw a total of four people sitting on the two motorcycles. Lao Hu couldn't see their faces clearly at this time, only their outlines. They were like devils coming out of the darkness, standing between the shadow of the lamp and the darkness, half-light and half-dark, half-human and half-ghost. Two people sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle got out of the car and pressed towards Lao Hu step by step.
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