Jiang Yan was still maintaining the posture of driving.
In her eyes, everything around her was darkness. There was only a road that seemed to go on forever. No matter how fast she drove or how much time passed, the road never seemed to end.
There was not even the slightest trace of light by the roadside.
And knowing that a real ghost could appear here at any moment—
Even sitting inside the car, she was still completely consumed by fear.
If Jiang Yan had not known that Yang Jian had come to save her, giving her a sliver of hope, she would have broken down already. She might even have gone insane by now.
"After all this time, your boyfriend probably isn't coming back, is he?" The female sales representative in the passenger seat asked with a pale face and a trembling voice.
She was still alive. During the previous attack, she had been fairly lucky. The car had suddenly accelerated and seemed to have shaken off that ghost. Afterward, she had tightly shut the door and desperately held onto the handle, allowing her to survive until now.
However, there was a bruised handprint around the saleswoman's wrist.
It had been left by the hand that had reached in from outside earlier.
That hand had been cold and stiff, yet it contained terrifying strength. It had nearly crushed her wrist.
"How would I know?"
Tears streamed down Jiang Yan's face. "He came anyway. As for whether he'll save me, I don't know either. Stop asking me all the time. If Yang Jian doesn't come, we're dead for sure."
"All we can do now is wait here obediently. We'll live as long as we can. I don't know what else to do."
Just as she spoke, her phone rang.
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