"There's a problem."
"That Zhou Ping has been following us the whole time. We can't shake him no matter what we do."
Li Xin glanced back from time to time and found that no matter how much he and Wan Ling sped up, they couldn't get rid of Zhou Ping, who was following behind them. He always managed to maintain a certain distance from them.
The gap in strength between the two sides wasn't small. Logically speaking, this shouldn't have been possible.
"It looks like something is following behind him."
"Looks like he really is dead, and has become a Ghost Slave."
Wan Ling frowned.
He remembered a case he had encountered before and couldn't help feeling irritated.
About a year ago, a Supernatural Event had occurred within Tacheng. At four in the morning, an employee of a food company had transported a shipment of grain to the outskirts of the city.
It was still quite early at that hour.
Moreover, after the Supernatural Revival, Tacheng had imposed a curfew. Without a special pass, no one was allowed on the streets before dawn.
Thus, apart from the checkpoints that appeared at regular intervals along the way, they barely saw any other living people. The five of them and their lone truck traveled down the highway in isolation.
Around the boundary between Tacheng's urban area and its outskirts stood a Small Mountain.
The mountain wasn't large.
However, the highway had to climb up a winding mountain road and make a full circuit before reaching the area outside the city. It was there that they encountered something extremely strange.
After the vehicle rounded a bend, they saw a woman in a black dress standing by the roadside ahead.
The woman had long, flowing hair and a slender figure.
From behind, she appeared