The entire process was swift and horrifying. In just a few seconds, a living person had completely withered away in extreme agony. His skin clung tightly to his bones, all moisture and blood drained from his body. His seven orifices looked like burst water pipes, and he slumped limply over the steering wheel, becoming nothing more than a human skin wrapped in wet clothes.
The out-of-control vehicle suddenly swerved left and slammed into the bridge railing before bouncing back, triggering a chain of emergency braking and unavoidable collisions behind it.
The shriek of scraping metal, the crashes, and people's screams instantly shattered the dreary stillness of the rainy day.
All of this had naturally been caused by the evil spirit aboard the ghost ship.
It had deliberately created panic and chaos, intending to trap everyone on the bridge and turn them into its new sacrifices.
Wu Heng, who was at the very back of the convoy and had only just driven onto the bridge, naturally became its next target. To trap everyone, it needed to block both ends.
Wu Heng felt the cold sensation of being targeted abruptly intensify. Through the rearview mirror, he saw that an extra "person" had appeared in the back seat at some point.
It was the corpse of a burly man who looked as though he had been drowned for a long time.
His entire body was soaked. His tattered sailor's uniform clung to his swollen, bluish skin, while his hair stuck to his scalp and face like waterweed, muddy river water constantly dripping from it.
Most conspicuously, his right hand was missing. The severed wrist was ragged and uneven, as if something had forcibly bitten it off.
His eyes, nothing but ghastly white, stared hollowly at the back of Wu Heng's head. His intact