This Crossover Happened Way Too Fast

In truth, the resentful spirit possessing the tofu came from the countless automotive spirits that had perished on Mount Qiuming years ago—after overtaking on bends, blowing their engines, crashing, and losing control during drifts.

The bends of Mount Akina were perilous beyond measure. Countless wrecked race cars lay dormant along its mountain roads year-round. Over time, the lingering remnants of engines, the obsessions of tires, and the resentment of scrapped car bodies gathered into a strange spiritual field across the entire mountain road.

These automotive spirits lacked human nature. They did not haunt people or claim lives. In fact, because they possessed no spiritual intelligence, they could not even truly be considered resentful spirits. Normally, they would dissipate on their own before long.

But as the years went by, though the cars' resentment faded, their obsessions gradually infected the mountain.

And every day, that little tofu delivery car would perform all sorts of maneuvers those cars had failed to achieve in life.

The race cars that had perished here in the past had either blown their engines and lost control, overturned on bends, or sped too fast and flown off the mountain road. Countless flashy drifting moves and extreme cornering techniques had never once been flawlessly completed before they died.

But this little tofu delivery car was different.

Every day, it passed through the five consecutive hairpin turns, cutting through corners steadily, hugging the edges through bends, descending at a constant speed, and changing lanes smoothly.

The perfect mountain-driving maneuvers that generations of race cars had dreamed of yet failed to accomplish in their lifetimes were recreated and flawlessly performed by this unassuming tofu car day after day.

The invisible obsessions within the mountains stared fixedly at that little car.

Why!? Why!? Why!?

Why could this ordinary little tofu car