Zhang Han, who was driving in front, indeed was not in good shape.
He felt the flesh on his back continually bulging and oozing blood.
Even without provoking it, the ghost on his back had become restless, eager to break out from within.
In this condition, Zhang Han thought he would not survive more than ten days and would die without utilizing the ghost's power; if he did use it, he would die immediately.
"Fortunately, I'm alive and out of the village. As long as I complete the trade in the next few days, I can delay the ghost's revival and rid myself of this current state."
As death loomed, Zhang Han was not too desperate; instead, he felt a strong anticipation, a hope to live.
After all, he had completed the mission.
Even if it was a pyrrhic victory.
