Driving Skills

Wang Bin's family of three was hiding at home, trembling in fear.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian was taking a taxi to Wang Shanshan's home.

"Driver Big Brother, could you drive a little faster? I'm in a hurry," he said anxiously.

"Friend, don't you know there's a speed limit in the city? There are speed cameras everywhere. Speeding means points off and fines," the taxi driver said. "This is already as fast as I can go. If you want to go faster, you'll have to take a plane."

"The problem is, at this speed, I think I could overtake you on foot," Yang Jian said.

The driver said, "Friend, I've been driving for twenty years. I drive as steady as Mount Tai. Just be patient. Look around—what car on the road is going faster than me?"

Looking at the speed of the car, Yang Jian estimated that by the time he reached Wang Shanshan's home, he would already be collecting the bodies of their family of three.

Saving them?

That was simply impossible.

"Three lives. And five hundred thousand yuan."

Yang Jian touched the back of his hand, feeling the sleeping eye beneath his flesh as he fell into hesitation.

If he used the Ghost Domain, he could reach Wang Shanshan's home in a short time.

But the price would be wasting another use of the ghost's power.

And using a ghost's power was even more dangerous than swallowing poison. Back at school, he had swallowed an eyeball to forcefully stimulate the ghost's revival and use the Ghost Domain. After returning home, he had nearly collapsed onto his bed. Fortunately, he had obtained a piece of red paper to cover one Ghost Eye, barely suppressing the eye's restlessness.

Yang Jian could not be sure how much longer the red paper could suppress the ghost inside his body.

After thinking it over for a moment, his gaze sharpened and he made up his mind.

"Driver Big Brother, your speed is really making me anxious. Could you move over to the passenger seat? You don't mind letting me drive, do you?" Yang Jian patted the driver on the shoulder.

"You want to drive?"

Driver Big Brother sneered. "Are you looking down on me, or my car? I've been driving for twenty years and overtaken countless cars. There isn't a car in my eyes that I can't overtake. If you've got the guts, pay more. Add a thousand yuan and I'll get you there in ten minutes. Add five thousand, and I'll run red lights and get there in five."

"Five minutes? Too slow. If I drive, one minute is enough," Yang Jian said.

"Young man, it's better to be humble. If you can get to that neighborhood entrance in one minute, I won't charge you," the driver said skeptically. "I've driven around Dachang City for decades. Wouldn't I know how long that route takes?"

Yang Jian said nothing more. Beneath his clothes, his flesh tore with pain as eyes emerged one after another.

Red light enveloped his entire body.

Then it spread outward, quickly covering the taxi.

"You said it yourself, Driver Big Brother. If I get to the neighborhood in one minute, you won't charge me," Yang Jian said calmly.

"Of course." The words had barely left Driver Big Brother's mouth.

When he suddenly froze, realizing that he had somehow ended up in the passenger seat. His foot instinctively stomped down on the brakes, only to hit nothing.

Yang Jian was suddenly sitting in the driver's seat.

"Damn, kid, how did you get over there?" Driver Big Brother jumped in fright, thinking he had seen a ghost.

Yang Jian did not explain. He merely gripped the steering wheel and slammed down on the accelerator.

Whoosh!

The car's speed surged instantly, a powerful force pressing them back into their seats. It jumped from forty to eighty, then one hundred. One hundred and ten.

"Mother of God, hit the brakes! The brakes! We're going to crash! There's a sports car ahead—we can't afford to hit it! Turn the wheel!" Driver Big Brother's face went pale. He had not expected the kid to go so hard the moment he got behind the wheel.

He was obviously a rookie driver, mistaking the clutch for the brakes.

Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged. "Don't be afraid. We'll go straight through it."

Go straight through it?

Did he mean go through it or pass it?

Before Driver Big Brother could react, the taxi roared up behind the sports car ahead and accelerated again.

Like an afterimage, the entire taxi passed directly through the body of the sports car.

"Help!"

Thinking they were about to crash, Driver Big Brother squeezed his eyes shut and screamed, clutching his seat belt for dear life.

The rich second-generation kid driving the sports car had not even reacted when he saw a taxi blast past him and appear ahead, covering his beloved car in exhaust fumes.

"Damn, a taxi driving that fast? Rushing to reincarnate? And it dares overtake my car? What about the dignity of my ten-million-yuan supercar?" The rich kid tossed aside his phone, shifted gears, and floored the accelerator.

Vroooom!

The supercar's engine exploded with sound, and its speed soared as it chased after the taxi.

The taxi Yang Jian was driving could no longer be called a taxi. He had covered it with the Ghost Domain, twisting the reality of the area.

This car had become a ghost car.

And he was the ghost inside it.

But the rich kid who had been provoked chased after him in his supercar.

Beep beep. The supercar honked.

Yang Jian turned his head and glanced over.

The rich kid rolled down his window and raised a middle finger.

Yang Jian looked at him, stretched both hands out the window, and returned the gesture with two middle fingers.

"Damn, you're cocky." Enraged, the rich kid also let go of the steering wheel and raised two middle fingers.

Yang Jian stared at him expressionlessly, still holding up his middle fingers without even looking at the road ahead.

"Got guts." The rich kid glanced ahead.

The light was green, and there were no cars in front. Gritting his teeth, he raised both middle fingers as well, determined to compete.

Come on, then. Who's afraid of who?

Whoever put their hands down first was a coward.

Their eyes met, middle fingers pointed at each other, neither saying a word.

Three seconds passed. The rich kid's entire body tensed, ready to hit the brakes at any moment.

Four seconds passed. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

At five seconds, the rich kid secretly glanced ahead and slowed down.

But from beginning to end, Yang Jian kept staring at him. His two middle fingers did not move in the slightest, while his foot pressed the accelerator to the floor without any intention of slowing down. As for the road ahead, naturally, his second pair of eyes was watching it.

At six seconds, Yang Jian suddenly moved. He pointed at the rich kid, then pointed ahead.

"Fuck!"

The rich kid looked forward and saw the brake lights of a pickup truck ahead flare up. Terrified, he hurriedly hit the brakes and turned the wheel.

The screech of sudden braking echoed down the entire road.

The supercar spun twice on the road before finally crashing into the roadside greenery and stopping.

"Damn it, that lunatic drives like he wants to die." Still shaken, the rich kid got out of the car.

He looked over, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The taxi, glowing faintly red, had run the next red light. Somehow, it had overtaken seven or eight cars before disappearing at the end of the road.

It had to be going at least one hundred and eighty.

"No, he isn't a lunatic. He's an expert."

The rich kid lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, admiration filling his eyes.

Letting go of the steering wheel, not looking ahead, and flooring the accelerator—it was not just about driving skill. More importantly, it took courage and nerve.

He had never seen someone with such calm eyes.

Even with Mount Tai collapsing before him, his expression would not change.

His father had been right. People like that really did exist in this world.

After that contest of driving skills, the rich kid began to admire Yang Jian. If they met again, he would definitely ask him for guidance.

"I don't know that guy. Why was he flipping me off for no reason? Forget it, no time to think about that. Saving people and making money come first."

Yang Jian gripped the steering wheel and frowned.

As the saying went, the shortest distance between two points was a straight line.

He drove through cars, through landscaping, through buildings, and finally reached the neighborhood entrance within one minute.

As soon as the car stopped.

Driver Big Brother scrambled out of the car, then bent over at the roadside and vomited.

His eyes were filled with terror.

He muttered things like, "That kid is terrifying," "My twenty years of driving skill are completely worthless before him," and "Give him time and he'll fly into the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun."

Yet after Yang Jian got out of the car, his body was still emitting a faint red glow. He glanced at Driver Big Brother.

He had not allowed the driver to see the bizarre scenes of passing through everything. In the driver's eyes, Yang Jian had merely been speeding normally.

Causing hallucinations was the most basic ability of the Ghost Domain.

However, once the Ghost Domain was activated, its limit was five minutes.

After five minutes, the ghost inside his body would be stimulated another step toward revival.

So since he had already used the Ghost Domain, he could not waste the opportunity.

Yang Jian called Wang Bin. "Hello, Uncle Wang? Which building are you in, and what floor? I'm coming over now."

He hoped they were not dead yet. If they were already dead, then all he could do was collect the bodies.