Supermarket

Yang Jian drove through Dachuan City with a grim expression, carrying Li Yang as he tore through the streets without obeying any traffic rules.

His driving skills were not bad.

It was impossible for him to hit ordinary people. If he did, that meant they were not ordinary people.

"Turn right ahead." Li Yang looked at the location information on his phone and directed Yang Jian.

But after making that right turn, they saw more than a dozen vehicles suddenly rush out from the opposite road. Every one of them had their accelerators floored, engines roaring as they charged straight at them without any intention of slowing down or giving way.

"Troubles never came alone."

A faint red glow shone from Yang Jian's eyes. He wanted to use his Ghost Domain to wipe these things out directly, but his Ghost Eye was on the verge of reviving.

Back at the Ghost Post Office, he had been able to barely use the Ghost Eye with the Post Office's suppression. But outside now, he did not dare use it lightly, especially not on ordinary people who had been eroded by ghosts.

It was a waste.

Li Yang's ability was of little use in this kind of situation. He was better suited for enclosed indoor spaces and rooms.

"No choice."

The cold, blackened ghost hand on Yang Jian's left hand moved.

The next moment.

Inside the vehicles ahead, cold, stiff palms somehow gripped the steering wheels.

All the cars lost control and were taken over by the ghost hands.

The vehicles that had been about to crash head-on into them suddenly swerved left and right, clearing a path through the crowded road.

Bang!

Cars crashed into walls by the roadside, plowed into nearby stores, and caused one accident after another.

However, there was