Zhang Han, who was driving ahead, was indeed in poor condition.
He could feel the flesh on his back constantly swelling, blood seeping out without pause.
Even without being provoked, the ghost on his back was beginning to stir, trying to break out from within.
In this state, Zhang Han felt that he would not survive ten days, and that was without using the ghost's power. If he used it, he would die immediately.
"Still, I made it out of that village alive. As long as I complete the deal in the next few days, I can delay the ghost's revival and escape my current condition."
With death looming over him, Zhang Han was not overly despairing. Instead, he felt a powerful yearning—a yearning to live.
After all, he had completed this mission.
Even if he had coasted to victory.
However, just as he was about to merge onto the main road, he suddenly saw through the window that barricade tape had been set up at the intersection. The surrounding area had been sealed off, with more than a dozen vehicles parked there. Temporary tents had been erected on the open ground, and quite a few people nearby were watching this way.
None of this had been there when they came to the village before.
Immediately.
Zhang Han realized what was happening. He honked, rolled down the window, and stuck his head out to shout at Yang Jian behind him, "Something seems to be happening up ahead. Someone's set up a cordon and blocked the road. They're not here for us, are they?"
Yang Jian, who was driving, had already seen the situation ahead.
"Don't be nervous. They're not here for you—they're here for me. They should be from Sun Lihong's company at the club. They've come looking for me