Driving Skills

Wang Bin's family of three trembled at home.

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

"Driver, can you speed up? I'm in a hurry," he said anxiously.

"Friend, don't you know the speed limit in the city? There are speed cameras everywhere, and speeding will cost you points and a fine," the taxi driver said. "This is already the fastest I can go. If you want to go faster, you'll have to take a plane."

"The problem is, at your speed, I think I could overtake you running," Yang Jian said.

The driver replied, "Friend, I'm a driver with twenty years of experience. My driving is as steady as Mount Tai. Just be patient. Do you see any other cars on the road going faster than me?"

Looking at the speed of the car, Yang Jian estimated that by the time he got to Wang Shanshan's house, he'd be collecting their bodies.

Want to save them?

Impossible.

"Three lives. And fifty thousand yuan."

Yang Jian touched the back of his hand, feeling the sleeping eye beneath his skin, and fell into hesitation.

If he used his ghost domain, he could reach Wang Shanshan's house in a very short time.

But the cost would be wasting one use of the vengeful ghost's power.

Using the vengeful ghost's power was more brutal than taking poison. When he was at school, swallowing an eye to forcefully stimulate the ghost resurgence and use his ghost domain, he had almost collapsed on his bed after returning home. Fortunately, he had obtained a piece of red paper to cover one ghost eye, which barely suppressed the eye's restlessness.

Yang Jian wasn't sure how much longer the red paper could suppress the ghost within his body.

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

"Driver, your speed is really making me anxious. Could you please move to the passenger seat? I don't suppose you'd mind if I drove?" Yang Jian patted the driver's shoulder.

"You drive?"

The driver chuckled coldly. "Are you looking down on me or my car? I've been driving for twenty years and have overtaken countless cars. In my eyes, there's no car I can't overtake. If you have the nerve, pay extra. For an extra thousand yuan, I'll get you there in ten minutes. For five thousand, I'll run red lights and get you there in five minutes."

"Five minutes? Too slow. If I drive, I'll only need one minute," Yang Jian said.

"Young man, it's better to be humble. If you can drive to that apartment complex entrance in one minute, I won't charge you," the driver said, unconvinced. "I've been in Dachang City for decades, do you think I don't know how long that road takes?"

Yang Jian didn't say anything more. The skin beneath his clothes tore with pain as eyes emerged.

Red light enveloped his entire body.

Then it spread outwards, quickly covering the taxi.

"You said it yourself, driver. If I get to the apartment complex in one minute, you won't charge me," Yang Jian said calmly.

"Of course." The driver's words had barely fallen.

Suddenly, he paused, realizing he was in the passenger seat without knowing when it happened. His foot instinctively hit the brake, but he felt nothing.

In the driver's seat, Yang Jian suddenly sat there.

"Holy crap, kid, how did you get over here?" the driver exclaimed, startled, thinking he'd seen a ghost.

Yang Jian didn't say a word, just gripped the steering wheel and slammed the accelerator.

"Whoosh~!"

The car's speed instantly skyrocketed, a strong G-force pushing from behind. The speed jumped from forty to eighty, then to one hundred, then one hundred and ten.

"Oh my god, step on the brake, the brake! We're going to crash! There's a sports car ahead, I can't afford to hit it! Turn the wheel!" the driver yelled, his face pale with fear. He hadn't expected this kid to be so reckless the moment he got behind the wheel. He was clearly a novice driver, mistaking the clutch for the brake.

Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged, unfazed. "Don't worry, we'll just drive through."

Drive through?

Are you driving through or overtaking?

Before the driver next to him could react, the taxi let out a whoosh and caught up to the rear of a sports car ahead. Then, with another acceleration, the entire car became a blur as it passed directly through the body of the sports car.

"Help me!"

The driver, thinking a crash was imminent, closed his eyes in terror, screamed loudly, and clutched his seatbelt tightly.

The rich second-generation driver of the sports car hadn't even realized what was happening when he saw a taxi roar past him with a boom, spewing exhaust all over his expensive car.

"What the hell, a taxi going that fast? Are you in a hurry to be reborn? And you dare to overtake me? What about the dignity of my ten-million-yuan supercar?" The rich second-generation driver dropped his phone, made a call, and stomped on the accelerator.

"Rumble!"

The roar of the supercar's engine erupted, and its speed instantly surged as it caught up.

The taxi Yang Jian was driving could no longer be considered a taxi. He had covered the taxi with his ghost domain, distorting reality in that area. This car had effectively become a ghost car. And he was the ghost within the car.

But the rich second-generation driver, stimulated by the incident, was now chasing after him in his supercar.

"Beep beep." The supercar honked its horn.

Yang Jian turned his head for a look.

The second-generation rich kid rolled down his window and gave him the middle finger.

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

"Damn, so arrogant," the second-generation rich kid was provoked. He let go of the steering wheel and raised two fingers.

Yang Jian looked at him expressionlessly as he continued to raise his middle finger, not even looking at the road ahead.

"Bold," the second-generation rich kid glanced ahead.

It happened to be a green light, and there weren't many cars ahead. Gritting his teeth, he also raised two middle fingers, challenging him.

Come on, who's afraid of who.

Whoever puts their hand down first is an idiot.

The two men's eyes met, middle fingers aimed at each other, neither saying a word.

Three seconds. The second-generation rich kid's body tensed up, ready to hit the brakes at any moment.

Four seconds. Cold sweat broke out on the second-generation rich kid's forehead.

Five seconds. The second-generation rich kid secretly glanced ahead and slowed down.

But from beginning to end, Yang Jian stared at him, his two middle fingers unmoving. He just stomped on the accelerator, showing no intention of slowing down. As for the road ahead, that was naturally being watched by a second pair of eyes.

Six seconds. Yang Jian suddenly moved. He pointed his finger at the second-generation rich kid, then pointed ahead.

"Holy crap."

The second-generation rich kid glanced ahead and saw the red taillights of a pickup truck. Terrified, he slammed on the brakes and swerved.

The screech of the brakes echoed on the entire road.

The supercar spun around twice on the road before crashing into the green belt on the side and finally stopping.

"Damn it, this lunatic drives like he's going to die." The second-generation rich kid, still shaken, got out of the car.

He took a look, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw that the taxi, emitting a faint red glow, had run through a red light ahead, bypassed seven or eight cars using some unknown method, and finally disappeared at the end of the road.

That speed was at least 180 kilometers per hour.

"No, this isn't a lunatic, it's a master."

The second-generation rich kid lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, a look of admiration in his eyes.

Letting go of the steering wheel, not looking ahead, and flooring the accelerator to race – this required not just driving skill, but more importantly, courage and guts.

He had never seen anyone with such calm eyes.

Not a flicker of emotion even when Mount Tai collapses before him.

Father was right, there really are people like this in the world.

After this display of driving prowess, the second-generation rich kid began to admire Yang Jian. If he met him again, he would definitely ask for his advice.

"I don't know that person. Why would he give me the middle finger for no reason? Oh well, I won't think about it. Saving someone and making money are more important."

Yang Jian held the steering wheel, frowning.

They say a straight line is the shortest distance between two points.

He weaved through cars, green belts, and houses, finally arriving at the entrance of the residential complex within a minute.

As soon as the car stopped.

The driver, Big Brother, scrambled out of the car and then, with a loud "wah," vomited beside the road.

His eyes were filled with terror.

He muttered incoherently, something about how this young man was terrifying, how his twenty years of driving experience were no match, and how he would soar to the heavens and shoulder the sun in due time.

However, after Yang Jian got out of the car, a faint red light still emanated from his body. He glanced at the driver.

The driver hadn't seen the bizarre scenes of him passing through everything earlier. In the driver's eyes, Yang Jian had just been driving normally.

Inducing hallucinations was the most basic ability of a ghost domain.

However, once the ghost domain was activated, its limit was five minutes.

After five minutes, the ghost within his body would be stimulated and revive a little.

So, since he had already used the ghost domain, he couldn't waste the opportunity.

Yang Jian called Wang Bin at this moment: "Hello, Uncle Wang? Which building and which floor is your place on? I'm heading over now."

He hoped the person wasn't dead yet. If they were dead, he could only collect the body.