Flytrap Diner 9

The corpse passed by the driver Zhang Fushun and stopped right in front of Su Man. The disfigured face suddenly spoke, "Those who killed me deserve to die! Redeem your sins with death!"

Then the corpse slowly opened its eyes. Driver Zhang Fushun let out a sharp scream, and Su Man’s last conscious image was a pair of eyes dripping with blood.

She knew clearly—she had been killed.

But there were still things she hadn’t told Sun Li. If she were to revive elsewhere, that would truly be disastrous.

Opening her eyes again, Su Man suddenly sat upright. But as she took in her surroundings, she paused for two seconds.

She was back inside the car.

Yet the situation was somewhat different from before.

Zhang Fushun and Sun Li were both there, but this time, both had their eyes tightly shut.

Sun Li’s expression was twisted with a hint of ferocity.

Su Man glanced out the window; the world outside was still gray and hazy, the car parked exactly where it had been—it hadn’t moved an inch.

She rested her chin on her hand and thought quietly for two seconds, then formed a rough hypothesis.

She tried nudging Sun Li, who showed no reaction—only his face grew even more sinister.

After a brief pause, she turned and nudged Zhang Fushun, who also remained unresponsive.

Before she could make another move, Sun Li suddenly let out a loud scream and gripped his own neck with both hands. With his force, he could surely choke himself to death in less than five seconds.

Su Man paused for two seconds, then decisively drew a dagger, reached across the seat, and stabbed it hard into Zhang Fushun’s shoulder.

Zhang Fushun trembled, gasped sharply, and opened his eyes. Seeing the dagger embedded in his shoulder, he screamed in terror.

Sun Li immediately opened his eyes as well, but seemed trapped in some emotional turmoil. He released his own throat, lunged forward, and grabbed Zhang Fushun’s neck.

Within seconds, Zhang Fushun’s eyes rolled back as he struggled to break free, flailing to pry Sun Li’s hands away.

Su Man watched the two of them tussle for a moment before intervening: "Enough, stop fighting. We’re in a hurry."

"Fighting? Do you even know what that damn dead-fish-eyed guy did? He killed Su Man! I want revenge for Su Man!" Sun Li growled angrily, his eyes wide. Just as he was about to shout again, he caught sight of Su Man and instantly lost his anger. "Huh? Su Man, you’re still alive?"

Finally able to catch his breath, Zhang Fushun shrank back into his seat, eyes wide with terror as he stared at the man and woman in the back.

They were clearly ordinary people, yet how could they both attack him?

Su Man gave a simple hum and, as a formality, asked Sun Li, "What happened after I ‘died’?"

At the mention of this, Sun Li had a torrent of complaints. "After I thought you were dead, I was furious. I went to choke that driver... him," he pointed at Zhang Fushun viciously, "I squeezed his neck hard to avenge you!"

He paused, seeming puzzled. "But then I woke up again, and you were still alive. The driver was unharmed too."

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