My Brand-New Car!

The midnight ring highway was like a gigantic black python, winding along the edge of the city.

Traffic was sparse, with only the occasional passing truck stirring up gusts of wind.

Qin Feng gripped the Maserati's steering wheel, enjoying the thrill of driving this million-dollar supercar.

Thanks to his [Item Affinity] talent, he could clearly sense the subtle meshing of every gear beneath the steering wheel. The entire car seemed to have become an extension of his body, perfectly attuned to his thoughts.

His mood was extremely foul right now.

The act of artificially creating resentful spirits—distorting supernatural rules and toying with life and death—filled him with unprecedented disgust.

"Guixu Cult... what kind of organization is this?"

As Qin Feng drove, he pondered the information Shen Bingyue had just revealed.

"What are they trying to do by creating these resentful spirits? Revive ancient wronged souls? Or research some even more sinister technique?"

Thinking of the final confusion in the Obsessed Woman ghost's eyes, Qin Feng's expression darkened further.

Anyone with a conscience would be enraged by that kind of pain, twisted by human hands.

"Fuck, sooner or later, I'm going to wipe out those bastards, root and branch."

He muttered viciously and floored the accelerator.

The engine let out a furious roar, and the speedometer needle rapidly climbed.

The night wind poured in through the half-open window, carrying a faint chill that cleared his mind.

Just then, the deep, aggressively rumbling sound of a motorcycle engine suddenly came from behind him.

At first, Qin Feng assumed it was just some ordinary street racer.

But the sound drew closer and closer, and the air began to fill with the foul stench of rust mixed with sulfur. Bone-chilling cold crept up his spine and into the back of his head.

His skin began to prickle, as though countless needles were lightly piercing it.

This was Spiritual Sense's instinctive warning of danger!

"Something's wrong." Qin Feng immediately became alert and glanced at the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, two ghostly blue headlights, like furnaces from hell, were rapidly closing in at an astonishing speed. They resembled two evil stars in the darkness, radiating an ominous aura.

His Spiritual Sense vision activated instantly.

The real world lost its color and became a grayish-white outline.

Yet against that monotonous backdrop, the thing chasing him from behind glowed a terrifying deep red—the dreadful energy fluctuations possessed only by high-level resentful spirits!

Qin Feng saw the intruder's full appearance and could not help drawing in a sharp breath.

It was a savage-looking motorcycle assembled entirely from bones and rusted iron.

Human ribs and skull ornaments could be seen all over its body. Its wheels seemed to be forged from some kind of black metal, covered in densely packed, bizarre runes. As the tires rolled, they left behind trails of burning ghostly blue fire.

Even more terrifying was the rider on the motorcycle.

It was a towering figure over two meters tall, clad in tattered black leather. But the most horrifying thing was that it had no head.

Ghostly blue flames blazed from its severed neck, dancing wildly in the night wind like a banner from hell.

The mechanical voice of the [Sin Clearing System] rang out in his mind:

[Weird Tale Compendium Locked: Headless Knight (C-Class)]

[Sin Points: 800]

[Rule: Unknown (Clues must be collected to unlock)]

[Background Story: Locked]

"800 points?" Qin Feng raised an eyebrow.

"Now that's a big client."

Faced with a Weird Tale of this level, an ordinary person would have been scared out of their wits. Yet Qin Feng felt not the slightest fear. Instead, he licked his lips excitedly.

"Though it might be a little tough to deal with, I still have to give it a try."

Watching the Headless Knight draw closer in the rearview mirror, he clicked his tongue in amazement. "Well, damn. Street racing late at night, driving without a head, illegal modifications, and suspected fake plates. How many points would that cost you?"

He slapped his forehead in mock surprise. "Oh, right, the traffic cops aren't on duty now. But according to traffic laws, in your situation, they should revoke your license on the spot and ban you from driving for life."

The Headless Knight had clearly heard him. The flames at its severed neck instantly surged three feet higher, and the skeletal motorcycle let out a beast-like roar as its speed rose once again.

"Oh? Getting mad now?" Qin Feng grinned. "What, did I hit a sore spot?"

The Headless Knight did not give him any more chances to mock it.

It maneuvered the skeletal motorcycle alongside the Maserati, then drew an enormous two-meter-long scythe from behind its back with its right hand.

The blade was forged from black metal, its edge gleaming coldly. Countless twisted human faces were carved into it, every one silently wailing.

The scythe rose high, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek. Carrying death's rule, powerful enough to freeze the soul, it hacked viciously toward the Maserati's roof!

If this strike landed, let alone flesh and blood—even an armored vehicle would be cleaved in two!

At the critical moment, a sharp gleam flashed through Qin Feng's eyes. He had long since become one with the sports car.

The steering wheel was no longer a cold machine in his hands, but an extension of his body.

A drift that far surpassed the limits of physics!

By a hair's breadth, the Maserati's body evaded the deadly scythe. Its tires screeched against the ground, throwing up blinding sparks.

Whoosh!

The scythe missed and slammed heavily into the asphalt, carving out a terrifying trench half a meter wide and so deep its bottom could not be seen.

Blue ghostfire burned along the edges of the trench, refusing to die out, as though even the earth had been wounded by that slash.

Though the Maserati's roof had not been struck directly, it was still grazed by the scattered aura of death.

The expensive red paint instantly corroded and peeled away, exposing patches of rusted metal beneath, as if strong acid had been splashed over it.

The smile on Qin Feng's face froze at once, turning into pained dismay.

"My car! My brand-new car!"

With an angry roar, he yanked the steering wheel, sending the Maserati's rear end smashing toward the Headless Knight's motorcycle.

"You scratched my car and think you can run?"

The Headless Knight clearly had not expected its prey to fight back. Caught off guard, it could only raise its scythe to block.

With a deafening clang, the Maserati's rear slammed into the scythe. The immense impact made the skeletal motorcycle shake violently.

But the price was a large dent in the Maserati's rear as well.

"Fuck!"

Qin Feng's heart ached so badly he sucked in a sharp breath.

"Do you know how much it costs to repaint and fix bodywork on this thing? Even if I sold you, you couldn't afford the compensation!"

Having missed its attack only to be provoked, the ghostfire at the Headless Knight's severed neck turned a furious deep blue.

It let out an unwilling roar and accelerated again. This time, it rushed directly behind the Maserati and swept its scythe sideways, intending to cut the sports car clean in half!

Qin Feng saw the scene in the rearview mirror, and his expression instantly turned grave.

He realized that in a battle of this level, this million-yuan sports car was nothing but a fancy metal coffin. It could not withstand more than a few blows.

If this dragged on, it would only be a matter of time before both car and man were destroyed.

The anger and heartache in his eyes gradually gave way to a cold madness.

"Fine. You're badass. Your ride's fast. Your weapon's tough."

A crazed smile flickered in Qin Feng's eyes as he suddenly floored the accelerator.

"But have you ever heard this saying—"

Rather than slowing down to flee, he went along with the situation, exiting the ring expressway and speeding toward a more open stretch of abandoned industrial land ahead.

The terrain there was wide open, with no other vehicles around. It was the perfect place to... bury it.

At the same time, his right hand quietly pressed against the bus tattoo on his lower abdomen as he began frantically mobilizing the spiritual power within him.

The tattoo rapidly heated up, its scorching temperature seeming ready to brand itself into his skin. A vast, ancient power filled with order and brute force was awakening.

"—Among the Three Aunties of the Road, the bus is king!"

Qin Feng's voice carried clearly through the night wind to the figure behind him. "You headless driver, now let me show you what a real... road killer is!"