Chapter 12

"Eleven hundred and fifty-seven, eleven hundred and fifty-eight, eleven hundred and fifty-nine..."

Muttering the numbers, Chen Yang was completely focused and concentrated, pushing his potential to the limit. Humans, as a species, truly have boundless potential. Things that seem impossible in daily life often lead to astonishing potential when one is forced to do them.

Under the direct command of his right hand, Chen Yang dared not disobey and forced himself to follow the requirements. At first, whenever he took a wrong step that did not meet the right hand's command, he would feel a sharp, knife-like pain in his foot. Thus, Chen Yang knew he had taken a wrong step and would try to correct it in the next step.

Initially, he made many mistakes over the first hundred meters, but later, he moved like a robot. The distance between his steps was as precise as if measured by the most accurate ruler, with an accuracy of no more than one or two centimeters.

This was not because Chen Yang was a genius or had discovered some unique method, but simply due to the teaching method of his right hand.

If someone who disliked studying were to be cut for a moment of distraction or for misspelling a word, even if they were the worst student in the grade, no one would doubt why they quickly became one of the top students.

The heavy rain continued to pour, and soon, the sewers on both sides of the street could not handle the load, causing a lot of water to accumulate on the roadside.

In such heavy rain, many drivers would deliberately slow down to avoid skidding and losing control, which could lead to traffic accidents. An accident would be bad for the driver and any unfortunate others involved.

However, there are always exceptions. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many traffic accidents every year.

Just as Chen Yang, like a zombie, reached the riverside road, his cheeks stung from the wind and rain blowing in from the wide river. A car sped toward him from a few hundred meters behind.

Whether the driver was drunk or overly confident in his driving skills and connections, he treated the riverside road, which had a speed limit of forty kilometers per hour, as a highway, driving at a speed of eighty to ninety kilometers per hour.

The splashing water hit several pedestrians who couldn't avoid it, drenching them in dirty rainwater. They cursed at the car as it drove past.

But the next moment, the pedestrians stopped cursing, their eyes wide open, realizing something was wrong.

The car that had splashed them, after speeding for over a hundred meters, suddenly lost control and skidded to the left lane, breaking its original route and rushing forward at over ninety kilometers per hour.

If there were no other vehicles in the left lane, the car would have at most hit the sidewalk barrier, causing a minor accident.

But luck was not on the side of the bold driver. As he lost control and drove into the left lane, a truck was coming from the opposite direction.

In a flash, the truck driver was startled and tried to turn the steering wheel, but it was too late to control the massive truck. Before the human eye and nervous system could react, the truck collided violently with the rear of the car, causing it to lose control and crash into the sidewalk barrier.

The car, hit by the truck, lifted off the ground and, due to the high speed and loss of traction, rotated in the air around its axis and crashed into the sidewalk.

Luo Xiangning, who was walking on the sidewalk in the same direction as the truck, was only about ten meters away from the accident. He was drenched in cold sweat, the terrifying feeling of death passing by almost made his hand holding the umbrella tremble uncontrollably, and he felt a sense of exhaustion.

Even though he was about ten meters away, anyone seeing two vehicles, one of which was a truck, crash in such a close distance, would not be able to laugh.

Luo Xiangning managed to keep his body from collapsing, his heart pounding violently, and his face turning red due to the surge of adrenaline.

Before he could recover from the accident, his eyes widened even more.

If Luo Xiangning had narrowly escaped death, then the man who had survived the gap between the two vehicles, with a car passing just a few centimeters from his face, was on a different level.

But what did he see?

A car flew past the man's head by just a few centimeters, and a truck hit him from behind. Despite this terrifying and horrifying accident, the man did not even pause in his steps.

As if nothing had happened, he continued walking at the same speed, holding a black umbrella, through the heavy rain, approaching Luo Xiangning.

Was this normal human behavior?

What would a normal person's reaction be in such a situation?

Luo Xiangning didn't know, but he knew his face must have been more pale than ever.

He should have felt fear, but for some reason, he only felt a sense of absurdity.

This absurdity was like someone being held at gunpoint by a criminal but still having the mood to drink tea, no, to continue doing their own thing as if nothing was happening.

Luo Xiangning's mouth opened slightly as he watched the man with the umbrella pass by him. He wanted to say something to stop him.

What did he want to say?

He wanted to grab the man by the neck and yell, "Don't be so damn calm, do you know you almost died just now?"

But in the end, Luo Xiangning said nothing. The scene before him was too shocking, and in just seven or eight seconds, he could only watch the man with the umbrella walk past him expressionlessly.

"Nine thousand six hundred and twenty-seven, nine thousand six hundred and twenty-eight..."

A few faint voices drifted through the air. Luo Xiangning was stunned and tried to listen more clearly, but the man had already walked away.

Ordinary people would be terrified and collapse on the ground after such an accident, but Chen Yang was completely oblivious to what had just happened. It wasn't that he had lost his sense of fear; it was simply that he had focused all his attention on regulating each step and counting his steps. Everything happening in the outside world was automatically filtered out by his brain.

The right hand was very satisfied with Chen Yang's current performance. Due to the failure of the possession, it could not control the host's body for long periods and had to fall into a deep sleep at times. Therefore, it felt uneasy thinking that during its sleep, the host might make some irreparable mistakes due to human stupidity.

The right hand thought fiercely that the host must be trained!

It had to strengthen the host's discipline and make him understand that obeying its commands was the most important thing.

As for whether the host would suffer during this process, it did not care. Do humans care about the feelings of the livestock they slaughter?