Chapter 89

Under normal circumstances, except for the first two days after returning from a mission world, Zhao Zhu's daily routine was very regular. Although he went to bed late last night, he still got up at seven, changed into a more comfortable outfit, put his phone and cards in his pockets, and greeted the staff who had just started their shift at the teahouse before beginning his morning run along the Sudi.

Even in the early morning, there were many tourists around West Lake. However, the tourist area was well-managed, so apart from the large number of tourists, there were no other discomforts. The air and the breeze were both very pleasant.

Zhao Zhu ran two laps around Sudi and Baidi, breaking a light sweat. Feeling that he had done enough, he ran back to the teahouse, where the exquisite Hangzhou breakfast had already been prepared for him.

At the teahouse, Zhao Zhu was the most honored guest.

Zhao Zhu first went back to his room to take a shower, then came down to eat breakfast. While eating, Fan Pian also walked over. He had a stubbly face but bright eyes. After placing the remaining cards in front of Zhao Zhu, he served himself a bowl of porridge and sat down to eat.

"When are your two friends' flights arriving? I can send someone to pick them up."

"No need, you're tired. I'll go pick them up myself."

"Hehe, I'm not tired. I feel that my skills are improving as I reshape these cards. I enjoy this feeling. Here are my car keys. Use my car."

"Enjoy it."

"However, the body is the capital of revolution. After breakfast, I'll take a nap. I'll treat you and your friends to dinner tonight. How about it?"

"Sure."

"Great, thanks."

Fan Pian's "thanks" was not out of politeness, but because he knew that since Zhao Zhu had agreed to introduce his two friends from the group to him, it meant he was acknowledging their relationship. If he needed help or encountered difficulties in the future, he would know whom to turn to for assistance, though whether he could get their help was another matter.

After breakfast, Zhao Zhu sat in the teahouse for a while. In fact, Xiong Zhiqi had already given Zhao Zhu their flight number last night. Zhao Zhu checked the time and decided it was about right, so he went to fetch his car and headed to the airport.

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In the parking lot outside the airport, Zhao Zhu sat in his car waiting for the delayed flight. He was playing with a few cards in his hands. As he played, Zhao Zhu suddenly stopped, and the cards floated in front of him. His gaze, however, was fixed on a car in front of him. At that moment, a young woman wearing a dress and a small bag opened the car door and got in.

The young woman was normal, and the car was normal. What was abnormal was... this was the tenth person Zhao Zhu remembered getting into that car, which was just an ordinary sedan, not a minivan.

Previously, there had been young urban white-collar workers, middle-aged men in casual clothes, pregnant women, and hurried employees, both men and women, young and old. They were all ordinary and normal, but ten people had gotten into the car, and no one had come out. The car was still parked there, which was not normal at all.

Zhao Zhu reached out and took a pack of cigarettes from the car's small drawer. He didn't have the habit of smoking, but at this moment, he wanted a cigarette, just to have something to do.

He lit a cigarette, exhaled a ring of smoke, and smiled, flicking the ash out the window. His expression was not particularly unnatural.

Zhao Zhu knew that he had probably encountered something supernatural again. He remembered Zhu Jianping had once said that he should try not to walk with him because the chances of encountering ghosts were too high. Zhao Zhu was just waiting for his friends in the parking lot and had encountered such a thing. It seemed that since entering the horror web novel world, he had become "compatible" with such supernatural entities in reality.

Zhao Zhu didn't have the Bull's Tears with him; he only had a set of cards and no other tools.

However, there were other methods. He could use his mental power to forcibly pierce through the illusion in front of him and see the essence of the entity. But that would be like tearing off the ghost's clothes, almost the same as standing in front of the ghost with a peachwood sword and declaring that he was going to enforce the will of heaven.

And Zhao Zhu... had no intention of getting involved in this. He didn't care what the entity in front of him was doing or what it intended to do. As long as it didn't bother him, he would just be a spectator. There were so many ghosts in the world, and he couldn't possibly deal with all of them. Moreover, since he seemed to encounter ghosts easily, he didn't have the energy to deal with every ghost he saw.

Using a flight app, he checked that due to weather changes, Xiong Zhiqi's flight would land in Hangzhou in about half an hour. Zhao Zhu decided to turn on the car's DVD player, put on some music, and close his eyes, as if he were dozing off.

He had only closed his eyes for about ten minutes when someone knocked on his car window. In fact, when this person approached his car, Zhao Zhu had already noticed her. Even with his eyes closed, his mental power allowed him to thoroughly perceive the surroundings, especially since there was an entity in front of him. Zhao Zhu wasn't so absent-minded as to really fall asleep.

The person knocking on the window was a woman in her thirties, dressed rather provocatively. She was average in appearance but had a curvy figure, which added some points. She was the type of woman who could be described as a "big horse."

Zhao Zhu rolled down the window and looked at her.

"Sir, can I get in and chat with you?" The woman said this while deliberately pulling down her already low neckline, exposing one breast. The full, brown nipple was also exposed, and the provocative intent was not just obvious but completely naked.

The meaning was clear; she was a prostitute, but not the type with a fixed location. She was the kind who looked for clients in the parking lot, usually deciding whether to approach based on the car's class. After all, people who drive nice cars generally aren't short of money and are willing to play around, making it more efficient than standing on the street to solicit customers. The tips would also be much higher, and most importantly, she wouldn't have to suffer the layers of "exploitation" that women in KTVs, salons, and other establishments face, as the income she earned would go directly into her pocket.

Zhao Zhu had certain standards in this area. He wasn't a germaphobe, but he didn't like having relations with such women. He wasn't short of money or women, and he didn't have any special fetishes, so there was no need to settle for this. Therefore, he just shook his head, indicating that he didn't need this service.

Seeing that she was rejected and that her exposed breast had been seen for nothing, the woman huffed and gave Zhao Zhu a cold look, pulling up her neckline and swaying her curvy hips towards the next target, which was the car in front of Zhao Zhu, the one that was clearly problematic.

Zhao Zhu suddenly found it somewhat amusing and speechless. "What a reckless woman."

Actually, Zhao Zhu didn't care about the lives of others; he could even be described as very cold.

But if this woman really got into the car in front, the consequences would also be partly his responsibility. Thinking about the woman who had just shown him her breasts and was about to go "to her death," Zhao Zhu felt a bit uncomfortable. He sighed and honked the car horn.

"Beep... beep..."

The woman, who was halfway to her target, turned around in confusion at the sound of the car horn.

Zhao Zhu waved his hand out the window and said, "Get in the car."