Chapter 1 The Strange Car Accident

Nie Xiaochun looked at the map. "The area you can reach from this repair shop is too wide. We can't be sure if we can enter Da Meng Xiang."

"Then let's go down and take a look!" My hotel was just across the street from the repair shop. Standing at the hotel entrance, I could see the gate of the shop from the side.

I had just stepped onto the curb when I saw someone appear across the street.

The person was sitting on the curb with their feet on the road, waving at me as if calling me over.

My gaze moved down slightly from their face and I saw that they were stepping on a sewer grate. I immediately sent a telepathic message behind me, "Xiaochun, Qin Xin, hide yourselves, don't let anyone see you. I'll play with this guy."

After I said that, I waited for a long time but didn't feel anything. Where did those two girls hide?

I turned to look at Ye Yang, who said helplessly, "On my back!"

Good heavens!

It was one thing for Nie Xiaochun to burrow into Ye Yang's clothes, since she was an unattached ghost. But why did Qin Xin crawl in too? Qin Xin was supposed to be my ghost servant, right?

Just as I was about to speak, I heard Nie Xiaochun and Qin Xin say in unison, "Stop talking nonsense, Ye Yang's clothes are clean!"

Was that even a reason?

Now wasn't the time to be angry with those two spendthrift girls. I had to deal with the person across the street first.

As I walked towards that person, I casually pulled out a bronze Eight Trigrams mirror and threw it out.

Before the mirror landed, I gently lifted my foot and caught the mirror at my feet, lightly rotating my instep to shine the mirror towards the right side of the road.

Immediately, a speeding truck appeared in the mirror.

The person across the street was trying to pull a scapegoat.

From the moment ordinary people saw him, their sight and hearing would be blocked, and they would unconsciously walk towards him.

Similarly, the truck driver couldn't see anyone on the side of the road.

By the time the pedestrian and the driver saw each other, it would be too late to avoid each other.

The pedestrian who was killed would become the next ghost sitting by the road, pulling people in.

With my cultivation, I could see the truck even without throwing the Eight Trigrams mirror. I deliberately did it to tell the ghost across the street that I was a術士 (shù shì, a Daoist sorcerer).

The ghost across the street was obviously stunned for a moment, and then the truck sped past me.

When I looked across the street again, I only saw a string of dancing ghost fires on the curb.

"What's going on?" I turned to look at Ye Yang. I thought he had taken action while the truck was passing by.

Ye Yang's gaze was also paused. "That ghost exploded on its own?"

"What?" Surprised, Ye Yang and I hurried across the street.

Who knew that as soon as one foot crossed the double yellow line in the middle of the road, the deafening sound of a car suddenly attacked me from the side.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a truck coming and immediately stepped back to the other side of the double yellow line.

At the same time, the truck driver slammed on the brakes, and as the piercing screech of the brakes flew past my ears, the truck somehow tilted towards me a little.

The next second, the truck actually flipped over on the spot and pressed down on us.

Ye Yang and I retreated at the same time, leaping several meters to land on the edge of the road.

The already tilted truck miraculously returned to its original position, and the driver in the car seemed to be frightened, not recovering for a long time.

But I saw patches of green fire flowing down from behind the truck like water.

Nie Xiaochun's voice came from Ye Yang’s back: "Just now, when you retreated, I saw four or five ghosts sticking to the truck and pushing it."

"After you retreated out of the range of the truck's overturning, they stopped pushing."

My brow twitched, and I moved a few steps towards the front of the truck. I jumped up and looked into the cab. There was indeed a pale figure sitting next to the driver, covering the driver's eyes with his hands.

Although the driver was rubbing his eyes vigorously, he seemed unable to see anything.

When I jumped up again, that figure also met my eyes through the window. After giving me a smile that was more ugly than crying, he exploded into pieces with a bang.

As the phosphorescent fire splashed on the dashboard moved around like flowing water, the driver also reacted, put his hands together and bowed to all directions, then carefully drove the car away.

As the other party left, I kept staring at the car, but didn't see any other ghosts getting on.

I was sure those ghosts were all trying to pull scapegoats.

But why did they suddenly dissipate on their own?

Also, the ghost in the car was clearly covering the driver's eyes, so why didn't he just step on the gas pedal and drive the car into a ditch?

Were they choosing their targets when looking for scapegoats?

In the world of术道 (shù dào, Daoist arts), there was a saying that evil ghosts choose their targets. When they felt that a target was difficult to deal with, they would choose a relatively easier target.

But if they had to choose between me and the driver, the driver should be weaker, right?

Were those ghosts deliberately targeting me?

That choice seemed a bit like courting death!