The Demoness Pickup Truck had already picked up speed.
But the things outside the village came extremely fast. The few in front were already less than twenty meters from the hood.
Gray mist surged behind them, carrying foul-smelling moisture, like an enormous wet cloth about to cover the entire village.
Liu San was already too terrified to speak.
He gripped the door handle with one hand and pressed the other hard against his knee, his knuckles white.
His lips trembled a few times, but not a single word came out.
"Master!" Long Ya shouted from the back.
Yang Yong narrowed his eyes and slammed his right hand onto the Demoness Pickup Truck's dashboard.
"Charge."
The Demoness Pickup Truck gave a low roar. Blue light blazed from its front like a blade cleaving through the gray mist.
Before the Water Ghosts blocking their way could touch the hood, an invisible wave of force hurled them more than ten meters away. They crashed into the mud with dull, squelching thuds.
Yang Yong did not look back.
"Hold on tight."
The Demoness Pickup Truck rolled over those things' bodies, battering a path through the encirclement like a raging bull.
The impacts against the truck's front sounded like a hammer smashing overripe melons.
Blackish blood splattered across the windshield, only to be roughly scraped away by the wipers.
A head caught up in the wheels flew past the window, black and smeared, its mouth still open.
In that instant, Yang Yong saw its face clearly.
No eyes, no nose, only a mouth that took up most of its face.
Its mouth was packed with fine, needlelike teeth.
Long Ya clenched her teeth and did not scream.
In the rearview mirror, the village had descended into chaos.
Humans ran, and Yellow Weasels leaped.
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