At the crossroads, Wu Xi stood there blankly. An irrational truck rushed towards him. He struggled to run away, but his body seemed to have been tapped on acupuncture points and he couldn't move.
The truck was getting closer and closer. Wu Xi shouted for help in his heart, but no sound came out of his mouth. Finally, Wu Xi was hit hard several meters away by the crazy truck. The truck roared away...
Wu Xi lay on the ground, looking at the direction where the truck disappeared, and found a vague shadow on the roadside. Wu Xi struggled and stretched out his blood-covered hand.
"Help me..."
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