After getting out of the car and taking a few steps, Ming Wan'er looked at the deserted road, the ink-black night, and the cypress trees lining both sides. Their shadows stretched like ghostly claws beneath the pale, icy moonlight. Suddenly, she came to her senses, and reason instantly overcame her earlier anxiety and panic.
Then she remembered...
She was still trapped by the "Highway Ghost" on this abnormal, endless highway. According to the relevant information and warnings in the Highway Ghost's file, she absolutely wasn't supposed to stop, much less get out of her car, right?
If she remembered correctly, the known rules for killing included "Do not respond to any unidentified figures by the roadside or inside your vehicle" and "Never stop or get out of your vehicle within the Highway Ghost's territory."
But the person lying in a pool of blood not far away had to count as an "unidentified figure," didn't they?
And worse, in her panic, she hadn't just stopped. She'd gotten out of the car, too.
"..."
So, inevitably, fear came rushing back.
She heard her teeth chattering uncontrollably. The hairs on the back of her neck and her arms stood on end, as if countless eyes were peering out of the darkness and grinning at her.
At the same time, the gruesome deaths and blood-red warnings in the Highway Ghost case files she'd read exploded in her mind. Her throat, which already felt strangely tight, constricted even more, making it hard to swallow. The sound of saliva sliding down her esophagus seemed to echo endlessly in her ears.
The cold sweat on her palms had also made the phone she'd instinctively grabbed when getting out of the car so slippery that she could barely hold on to it.
"..."
Gulp!
After struggling to swallow