16. A Bold Plan

Yimo wanted to get closer for a better look, but the driver called out to him directly. "Hey! You, the young man from the city!"

"Come on!"

Yimo frowned. He didn't dare get in without finding out what was going on with a small truck loaded with "flammable," "explosive," and "dangerous" goods. Looking at the driver's serious expression, he hurriedly asked, "Sir, what's the cargo in your truck?"

This was the Death Game. Who knew if there'd be some sudden fire or explosion scenario? If he got in, he might end up being the first to get GG'd before they even reached town.

The driver frowned and came over. He looked over the cargo and, after checking that everything was fine, said, "Don't be scared, kid. It's fireworks. Big fireworks shells. They've all been treated, so they're safe."

"The town's Ghost Festival Celebration starts in ten days. There'll be the annual fireworks show then. Remember to come watch—it'll be lively."

"You came here for the Ghost Festival Celebration too, didn't you?"

At that, Yimo made sure. "You're sure the truck won't suddenly explode or catch fire while we're driving?"

"If this whole truckload of fireworks shells goes off, I reckon we'll all go flying."

"Not flying up into the sky, but straight to heaven!"

The driver walked over with a very serious expression and patted Yimo on the shoulder. "Kid, it's good to be cautious, but being too cautious is a sickness. You don't trust me?"

As he spoke, his expression grew even more serious, almost ferocious.

Yimo felt that if he said he didn't trust him, the driver might tear him apart with his bare hands, so he hurriedly nodded. "I... I trust you..."

"Um, sir, could you smile a little?"

"You're way too serious. You're freaking me out."