Robbery

Deng Xiaolin had already lowered her voice as much as possible.

But the control in her heart still allowed the man in the driver's seat to hear her.

The man turned around and glanced at them, then smiled without saying a word.

Although the square-faced man showed no unusual reaction, Deng Xiaolin's senses told her that he absolutely was not human!

The inside of the car had already become as cold as an ice cellar. Deng Xiaolin could even feel white vapor coming from her mouth, as though she were in the middle of winter.

At the same time, more and more voices began to surface beside her ears, as if she had arrived at a bustling market.

Through the window, Deng Xiaolin kept feeling as though human-shaped shadows had appeared outside. They hid in the darkness, watching her with greedy, ugly eyes.

Seeing this, Deng Xiaolin began to panic. She grabbed Liu Haoyu's arm and typed a line on her phone.

"That man is a ghost!"

"I know," Liu Haoyu said calmly. "Driver, you took the wrong road."

"Hehe..."

The driver, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

Before they had gotten into the car, his voice had been especially clear. Now, however, it sounded like an old, damaged recording—hoarse and chilling.

"Ten years ago, it was also on this road. The weather over there was about the same as today."

"I was driving when I saw someone by the roadside asking for help."

"When I stopped and prepared to take him to Jiangquan City, a wanted notice suddenly played in the car."

"Be careful not to let anyone wearing blue clothes into the car..."

"And just then, the person in my back seat said, as if he were joking."

"Driver, look. I just happened to put on a blue outfit too. What a coincidence, huh?"

Hearing such a bizarre story, Deng Xiaolin's face turned pale with fright. She gripped the Peach Wood Sword tightly and pressed herself against Liu Haoyu.

Liu Haoyu, meanwhile, looked at the rearview mirror. He saw the square-faced man's complexion gradually turn gray, his lips become pale, and his eye sockets slowly sink inward.

Even more horrifyingly, patches of purple discoloration began to grow across his face.

They were livor mortis.

At the same time, white mist condensed on the car windows, and one blood-red handprint after another appeared on them. They seemed to be the bloody handprints left by victims trying to escape the car. The handprints quickly turned black, until a rotten stench filled the air.

At the same time, marks as if made by some sharp weapon began to appear on the driver's neck. His neck slowly started to split apart, and black, filthy blood seeped continuously from the wound. His square, regular face also began to turn terrifying and hideous.

The rot spread from the wound on his neck throughout his body, until flesh began peeling away from him piece by piece.

When the man turned his face around, his cheeks had already rotted to the bone, crawling with revolting maggots.

White bones were exposed to the air, and even his teeth were no exception. His mouth no longer looked human. His jaw had completely come loose, with only a strand of flesh connecting it to his upper jaw.

When he met their eyes, an extremely eerie smile appeared on his face.

"Look. Don't I look quite similar to the driver who was one of the victims?"

As he spoke, he pulled a bloodstained Fire Axe from somewhere.

This was the weapon that had killed him.

Seeing that the man was about to attack, Liu Haoyu forcibly suppressed his nausea and said,

"Never seen him. Don't know."

"Hahaha! You'll know soon enough! Come with me to hell!"

Blood stains resembling spots rapidly spread through the car, and countless miserable bloody handprints appeared inside it.

The people in this car must have experienced unimaginable despair and terror before they died.

The driver, transformed into a Fierce Ghost, raised the Fire Axe high and was just about to bring it down when he saw...

The man in the back seat take out a Thunder Shock Talisman with an extremely intimidating presence.

And the girl beside him aimed the seemingly dangerous Peach Wood Sword at her.

Seeing the weapons in their hands, the Fierce Ghost's savage grin froze. Even the Fire Axe remained suspended in the air.

After the awkward atmosphere lasted a full three seconds, the Fierce Ghost silently sat back down and placed his hands on the steering wheel again.

I'm behaving now. Please let me go.

"Stop the car."

After Liu Haoyu said those four words, the square-faced man steadily pulled the car over by the roadside.

"Please, take care."

Who would have thought that picking up two random passengers would mean picking up two ghost hunters?!

The driver's remaining instincts told him that if he did not want to be exorcised, it would be best not to provoke these two.

"Who said we were leaving?"

Liu Haoyu's words left the ghost somewhat bewildered. Then he continued,

"I'm robbing you. This car belongs to me now."

These words nearly made the driver's brain stop turning. After a long bout of mental turmoil, he finally pointed at himself blankly.

"My car?"

"Obviously. Who else could it belong to? Get out."

The driver's large head was now filled with enormous confusion.

He had met all kinds of people, but this was the first time he had seen someone rob a dead man!

Thinking of this, fury filled his heart, and he cursed,

"You're bullying a ghost too much! I—"

Just as he was about to explode, he saw Liu Haoyu take a second Thunder Shock Talisman from his pocket.

The driver immediately opened the door, took his Fire Axe, and got out of the car.

He even wiped the black blood off the seat on his way out.

"Wait."

But before he had gone far, Liu Haoyu called out to him.

The driver roared furiously,

"What else do you want?!"

"Sorry, but my house doesn't have any appliances yet. I need the axe in your hand to chop firewood."

"..."

While the driver hesitated, he saw Liu Haoyu's hand reach into his pocket again, as though he were about to take out something else. Terrified, he hurriedly put the Fire Axe back in the car and fled in a panic.

With nothing left in his hands, the driver watched the sedan grow farther away and stood alone in the wind, utterly bewildered.

Meanwhile, in the car, Liu Haoyu gripped the steering wheel and skillfully drove the little car back along the road they had come by.

Because the supernatural phenomenon had receded, all the blood stains in the car had vanished without a trace. The bone-chilling temperature had also risen considerably, and even the evening breeze now carried a hint of warmth.

"Do you still want to go ghost hunting with your big brother Hao next time?"

"Goodbye, goodbye!"

Deng Xiaolin shook her head like a rattle drum.

After dropping Deng Xiaolin off at her dormitory, Liu Haoyu glanced at the sky. Dawn had not yet broken.

He decided to go to the repair shop to pick up his motorcycle and have this old car repaired and refurbished while he was there. Perhaps it could still be used.

Wouldn't that make him someone with both a car and a house?

All that was missing from a perfect life was a wife.

Liu Haoyu sighed self-deprecatingly and shook his head to himself.

It was just something he had said casually—a joke, nothing more.

With a profession in which he could die at any moment, only a ghost would want to spend the rest of their life with him.

"Boss, repair this car."

Inside the repair shop, after tinkering with it for a while, the mechanic stopped moving.

"Boss, let's put the repair issue aside for now..."

The mechanic spoke as though he had seen a ghost.

"I just want to ask—your car doesn't even have an engine. How exactly did you drive it here?"