Zheng Motian's emotions had reached their limit. His mind was completely consumed by fear, and his body was stiff and numb, without the slightest trace of life.
In his state, he shouldn't have been able to drive. He hadn't even noticed that he was no longer the one driving—the car was moving on its own.
Zheng Motian remained in that dazed state for a long time, and the night never seemed to end.
I didn't know how much time had passed. I couldn't even tell whether time had skipped ahead in this dream.
The only sound by my ears was the car running. Before he knew it, Zheng Motian's breathing and heartbeat had stopped.
Nothing else appeared on the dark road.
Time passed second by second—or perhaps not a single second had changed.
For some reason, Zheng Motian suddenly jolted awake. He shuddered, and the car veered off course, swerving around almost 180 degrees.
He kept his arms outstretched, his neck stiff, and didn't move at all.
After a long while, he finally let out a slow, cautious breath.
It's okay. It's okay...
I heard Zheng Motian's thoughts.
So what if I died? I'm... I'm a ghost now... Ha!
His thoughts were intense. He laughed awkwardly, and the laughter grew louder and louder. In the end, he actually laughed out loud.
"Hahahaha... haha..." Zheng Motian grinned, laughing in a terrifying way.
Suddenly, he slammed his fist against the steering wheel and swore.
"How did I die...? I clearly... back then..." Zheng Motian tugged at his hair, racking his brain for an answer. He looked down and felt his body, then touched his own head. He took out his compass and phone to check them.
At some point, the phone had lit up again. The time was still the same—not a