The taxi driver, as a new ghost, obediently floated on the open-air balcony, basking under the moonlight.
Being a fresh ghost, he could not control his own resentful Evil Qi, which was inevitable.
But Qin Ruan didn't want to talk to the driver in this bloody state. It could affect her judgment and even make her feel sick.
Qin Ruan asked in a low voice, "You didn't want to die like this, did you?"
The taxi driver, just stabilized, once again became tumultuous, his face twisted.
His eyes were dark while staring at Qin Ruan: "I didn't want to die. I didn't."
Who would want to die if they could live?
But now that he was dead, there was no way he could live again.
Qin Ruan dropped her gaze, choosing not to look at his terrifyingly distorted face.
She pinched her fingers lightly and her voice was calm: "Do you want to find the murderer who harmed you?"
"Of course I do!"
