Wang Bin and his family huddled together at home, trembling in fear.
Meanwhile, Yang Jian was in a taxi, rushing to Wang Shanshan's home.
"Driver, could you please go a little faster? I'm in a hurry," he said anxiously.
"Sir, don't you know about the speed limits in the city? There are speed cameras everywhere; speeding will get you points deducted and a fine," the taxi driver replied. "This is already the fastest speed. If you want to go faster, you'll have to take a plane."
"But at this speed, I think I could overtake you by running," Yang Jian commented.
The driver said, "Sir, with my twenty years of driving experience, I drive as steady as Mount Tai. Just be patient. Look at the road; which car is going faster than me?"
Yang Jian looked at the speed of the car and estimated that by the time he got to Wang Shanshan's house, he might as well be able to collect the bodies of the three family members.
Saving people?
It was simply impossible.
"Three lives... and 500,000 yuan."
Yang Jian touched the back of his hand, feeling the sleeping eye beneath the skin, hesitating.
If he used the Ghost Domain, he could reach Wang Shanshan's home in a short time.
But the price would be to use the power of the fierce ghost once.
And the power of the fierce ghost was more intense than taking poison. Previously, at school, he swallowed an eye and forcibly stimulated the fierce ghost to revive and use the Ghost Domain. After returning home, he almost paralyzed on the bed. Fortunately, he got a piece of red paper to cover a ghost eye and barely suppressed the restlessness of the eye.
Yang Jian couldn't be sure how long the red paper could suppress the ghost in his body.
After thinking and hesitating, he made up his mind.
"Driver, your driving speed really makes me anxious. Could you please move to the passenger seat and let me drive?" Yang Jian patted the driver's shoulder.
"You drive?"
The driver sneered, "Do you look down on me or my car? I've been driving for twenty years, overtaking countless cars. In my eyes, there is no car I can't overtake. If you have the guts, add money. Add a thousand yuan, and I'll take you there in ten minutes. Add five thousand, and I'll run the red light and get you there in five minutes."
"Five minutes? Too slow. If I drive, it will only take one minute," Yang Jian said.
"Young man, it's better to be modest. If you can drive to that community gate in one minute, I won't charge you," the driver said unbelievably. "I've been around Dachang City for decades, and I don't know how long that road will take?"
Yang Jian didn't say more. The skin under his clothes tore, and eyes emerged.
Red light enveloped his whole body.
Then it spread outside and quickly covered the taxi.
"This is what you said, driver. You won't charge me if I get to the community in one minute," Yang Jian said calmly.
"Of course..." The driver's words just fell.
Suddenly he was stunned and found that he had sat in the passenger seat, subconsciously stepping on the brake, but there was nothing to step on.
And Yang Jian suddenly sat in the driver's seat.
"Damn, young man, how did you get there?" The driver was frightened and thought he saw a ghost.
Yang Jian didn't say much, just held the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator fiercely.
"Whoo~!"
The speed of the car soared in an instant, a strong push came from behind, and the speed went from forty to eighty, to one hundred... one hundred and ten.
"My mother, step on the brakes, brakes, it's going to hit, it's a sports car in front, you can't afford to hit it, turn the steering wheel quickly." The driver's face turned white with fear, and he didn't expect the kid to be so fierce as soon as he started.
It's definitely a new driver who stepped on the clutch as the brake.
Yang Jian's face was as usual, unmoved: "Don't be afraid, just go straight."
Go straight?
Are you going straight or overtaking?
Before the driver next to him could react, the taxi roared and caught up with the butt of the sports car in front, then accelerated.
The whole car was like a residual shadow, passing directly through the body of the sports car in front.
"Help."
The driver thought he was going to have a car accident, closed his eyes in fear, screamed loudly, and held the seat belt tightly.
A rich second generation who was driving a sports car in front hadn't reacted yet and saw a taxi roar in front of him, spraying his beloved car with a tailpipe.
"Damn, a taxi drives so fast, rushing to be reborn, and dares to overtake my car, do I still have the dignity of a ten-million supercar?" The rich second generation dropped the phone in his hand, shifted gears, and stepped on the accelerator directly.
"Boom..."
The sound of the sports car's airwaves exploded, and the speed soared in an instant, chasing it directly.
The taxi Yang Jian is driving now can no longer be considered a taxi. He has covered the taxi with the Ghost Domain, distorting the reality of this area.
This car is already a ghost car.
And he is the ghost in the car.
But the rich second generation who was stimulated before drove a supercar and chased up.
"Didi." The supercar honked.
Yang Jian turned his head and took a look.
The rich second generation lowered the window and gave a middle finger.
Yang Jian looked at him, stretched out both hands out of the window, and gave two middle fingers in return.
"Damn, so arrogant." The rich second generation was angered and let go of the steering wheel, giving two fingers.
Yang Jian looked at him expressionlessly and continued to give the middle finger, not looking at the road ahead.
"Kind."
The rich second generation looked at the front.
It happened to be a green light, and there were few cars in front, gritting his teeth, also giving two middle fingers to compete.
Come on, who is afraid of whom.
It's agreed, the one who puts down his hand first is a fool.
The two people looked at each other, the middle fingers facing each other, without saying a word.
Three seconds, the rich second generation was tense, ready to step on the brakes at any time.
Four seconds, the rich second generation broke into a cold sweat.
Five seconds... the rich second generation secretly glanced at the front and slowed down.
But from beginning to end, Yang Jian stared at him, the two middle fingers did not move, just stepped on the accelerator at the bottom of his foot, without any intention of slowing down, as for the road ahead, there were naturally a second pair of eyes to see.
Six seconds, Yang Jian suddenly moved, he pointed to the rich second generation, and then pointed to the front.
"Damn."
The rich second generation took a look and saw a pickup truck's butt in front of him, lit up with red lights, and hurriedly stepped on the brakes to slow down, then turned the steering wheel.
The sound of emergency braking echoed on the road.
This supercar turned two circles on the road and finally stopped after hitting the side green belt.
"Damn it, this madman drives recklessly." The rich second generation got out of the car in a panic.
He took a look, and his eyes suddenly shrank.
But he saw the taxi with a faint red light passing through a red light in front, and he didn't know how to surpass the front of seven or eight cars, and finally disappeared at the end of the road.
This speed must be at least one hundred and eighty.
"No, this is not a madman, it's a master."
The rich second generation lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, showing admiration in his eyes.
Let go of the steering wheel, don't look ahead, step on the accelerator and go crazy, it's not just about driving skills, the most important thing is courage and courage.
He has never seen someone with such a calm look.
Mount Tai collapses in front of him and his color does not change.
His father was right, there really are such people in the world.
After a contest of driving skills, the rich second generation began to admire Yang Jian, and if he met next time, he would definitely ask for advice.
"I don't know that person, why did he give me the middle finger... Forget it, don't think about it, saving people and making money are important."
Yang Jian held the steering wheel and frowned.
There is a saying that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line.
He passed through vehicles, green belts, and houses all the way, and finally arrived at the entrance of the community within a minute.
As soon as the car stopped.
The driver on the car climbed down from the car and then vomited beside him.
His eyes were full of fear.
He muttered something like this son is so terrifying, my twenty years of driving skills are so vulnerable, and I will fly up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun in the future.
However, after Yang Jian got out of the car,his body was still emitting a faint red light, and he looked at the driver.
He didn't let the driver see the weird scenes that had passed through before, and in the driver's eyes, he was just driving normally.
Creating illusions is the most basic ability of the Ghost Domain.
But the limit of the Ghost Domain is five minutes after it is opened.
After five minutes, the ghost in the body will be stimulated to recover a bit.
So since the Ghost Domain has been used, it can't be wasted.
Yang Jian made a phone call to Wang Bin at the moment: "Hello, Uncle Wang? Which building and floor is your home? I'll be right there."
I hope people haven't died yet, if people are dead, he can only call the police to collect the body.