(The fifteenth is the day after tomorrow. I'm preparing a big release—at least fifty thousand words. Fellow readers, will you support me?)
Below the City God, the spiritual glow on the statues of the many Ghost Gods had yet to appear. Clearly, they were still asleep. But there was no sign that matters had worsened, either.
Tang Changsheng grew increasingly uneasy. If these Ghost Creatures had not escaped from the Ghost Domain, or even from the Netherworld Office, where had they come from?
As night fell, Tang Changsheng roamed the streets and alleys of Lower River City.
He could make out patches of Grievance Aura rising here and there, scattered across the city.
A Qiang, a taxi driver, hummed a tune as he sped down a road with few pedestrians at that hour, in a fine mood.
The night shift had been a little tiring, but he had picked up several big fares, enough to cover days of taxi fees. No wonder he felt good...
Then his craving for a cigarette struck. Seeing no one on the road, he took his attention off it long enough to pull one out. He had just lowered his head to light it when, in a daze, he caught sight of a figure from the corner of his eye.
In an instant, cold sweat broke out all over A Qiang's body. He wrenched the steering wheel with all his might.
He had already been driving fast, and in his panic he turned the wheel too sharply. The Chariot swept through an arc. As rotten luck would have it, another Chariot came from the opposite direction. The two were about to collide in a terrible crash.
Then the other Chariot's steering wheel suddenly turned. By a miracle, it skimmed past him with scarcely an inch