Chapter 35

The Wang family of three cowered in their home, trembling.

Yang Jian, on the other hand, was in a taxi, rushing to Wang Shanshan's house.

"Driver, can you drive a bit faster? I'm in a hurry," he said anxously.

"Friend, don't you know there's a speed limit in the city? There are speed cameras everywhere, and speeding will result in points deducted and fines," the taxi driver said. "This is already the fastest I can go. If you want to go faster, you might as well take a plane."

"The problem is, at this speed, I think I could run faster than the car," Yang Jian said.

The driver replied, "Friend, I'm a veteran driver with twenty years of experience. My driving is as steady as a rock. Just be patient. Look, which car on the road is going faster than mine?"

Yang Jian looked at the speed, estimating that by the time he arrived at Wang Shanshan's house, he might already be too late to save the family of three.

Want to save them?

It's impossible.

"Three lives... and 500,000 yuan."

Yang Jian touched his back, feeling the dormant eye beneath the skin, and fell into hesitation.

If he used the Ghost Domain, he could definitely reach Wang Shanshan's house in a short time.

But the cost would be wasting one use of the ghost's power.

Using the ghost's power is more intense than taking poison. Previously, at school, he swallowed an eye to forcibly stimulate the ghost's revival and use the Ghost Domain. After returning home, he almost collapsed on the bed, and it was only thanks to a red paper covering one ghost eye that he managed to suppress the eye's agitation.

Yang Jian couldn't be sure how long the red paper could suppress the ghost in his body.

After some hesitation, he focused his gaze and made a decision.

"Driver, your speed is really making me anxious. Can you move over to the passenger seat and let me drive?" Yang Jian patted the driver's shoulder.

"You drive?"

The driver sneered, "Are you looking down on me or my car? I've been driving for twenty years and have overtaken countless cars. There's no car I can't overtake. If you want to go faster, you can pay more. Add 1,000 yuan, and I'll get you there in ten minutes. Add 5,000, and I'll run a red light to get you there in five minutes."

"Five minutes? Too slow. If you let me drive, I can get there in one minute," Yang Jian said.

"Young man, it's better to be humble. If you can get to that neighborhood in one minute, I won't charge you," the driver said, clearly not believing him. "I've been driving in Dachang City for decades; do you think I don't know how long it takes to get there?"

Yang Jian didn't say more. The skin under his clothes began to tear, and eyes started to appear.

Red light enveloped his entire body and then spread out, quickly covering the taxi.

"This is what you said, no charge if I get to the neighborhood in one minute," Yang Jian said calmly.

"Of course..." The driver's words trailed off.

Suddenly, he realized he was sitting in the passenger seat, and his foot instinctively pressed the brake, but there was nothing to press.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian was suddenly sitting in the driver's seat.

"Damn, kid, how did you get over here?" The driver was startled, thinking he had seen a ghost.

Yang Jian didn't say more, just gripped the steering wheel and floored the gas.

"Whoosh!"

The car's speed instantly skyrocketed, and a strong push from behind was felt as the speed went from forty to eighty, then to one hundred... one hundred and ten.

"Mom, step on the brake, brake, we're going to crash! There's a sports car in front; we can't afford to hit it. Turn the steering wheel!" The driver's face turned white, not expecting the kid to be so aggressive.

Clearly a new driver, he mistook the clutch for the brake.

Yang Jian's face remained calm, unperturbed: "Don't worry, we'll go right through."

Go right through?

Are you going through or overtaking?

Before the driver could react, the taxi roared past the sports car and then accelerated.

The entire car seemed like a blur as it passed through the body of the sports car.

"Help!"

The driver thought they were going to crash, closed his eyes, and screamed, gripping the seatbelt tightly.

The rich second-generation driver in the sports car, who hadn't reacted yet, saw the taxi suddenly zoom past, spewing exhaust at his beloved car.

"Damn, a taxi driving so fast, going to reincarnate? And daring to overtake me? What about the dignity of my 10 million sports car?" The rich second-generation driver put down his phone, shifted gears, and floored the gas.

"Vroom..."

The roar of the sports car's engine intensified, and the speed instantly increased, chasing after the taxi.

The taxi Yang Jian was driving was no longer just a taxi. He had covered it with the Ghost Domain, distorting the reality of the area.

The car had become a ghost car.

And he was the ghost in the car.

But the rich second-generation driver, who had been stimulated, was still chasing with his sports car.

"Beep." The sports car honked.

Yang Jian turned his head to look.

The rich second-generation driver rolled down the window and gave him the middle finger.

Yang Jian looked at him, then extended both hands out the window and gave him two middle fingers in return.

"Damn, so arrogant." The rich second-generation driver was enraged and also let go of the steering wheel, giving him two middle fingers.

Yang Jian looked at him with a blank face, continuing to give him the middle finger without looking at the road ahead.

"Bold." The rich second-generation driver looked ahead.

It was a green light, and there were no cars in front. He gritted his teeth and gave him two middle fingers in return.

Come on, who's afraid of who?

We agreed, the first one to put down their hand is a fool.

The two of them stared at each other, giving each other the middle finger, without saying a word.

Three seconds, the rich second-generation driver tensed up, ready to brake at any moment.

Four seconds, the rich second-generation driver started to sweat.

Five seconds... the rich second-generation driver sneaked a glance ahead and slowed down.

But throughout, Yang Jian kept his eyes on him, his two middle fingers unmoving, and his foot on the gas, not slowing down at all. As for the road ahead, there was a second pair of eyes watching.

Six seconds, Yang Jian suddenly moved, pointing at the rich second-generation driver and then at the road ahead.

"Damn."

The rich second-generation driver looked ahead and saw the red brake lights of a pickup truck, scaring him into braking and turning the steering wheel.

The sound of emergency braking echoed down the street.

The sports car spun around twice and finally crashed into the roadside greenery.

"Damn, this guy drives like a madman." The rich second-generation driver, still shaken, got out of the car.

He looked and his eyes widened.

He saw the taxi, emitting a faint red light, run a red light, overtake several cars, and disappear at the end of the road.

The speed was at least 180 km/h.

"No, this isn't a madman, it's a master."

The rich second-generation driver lit a cigarette and took a deep puff, his eyes filled with admiration.

Letting go of the steering wheel, not looking ahead, and flooring the gas—this wasn't just about driving skills; it was about courage and bravery.

He had never seen someone with such a calm gaze.

Unfazed by the collapse of Mount Tai.

His father was right; such people really do exist in the world.

After this driving competition, the rich second-generation driver began to admire Yang Jian. If he met him again, he would definitely ask for advice.

"That guy, I don't know him. Why did he give me the middle finger... never mind, saving people and making money is more important."

Yang Jian gripped the steering wheel, frowning.

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

He drove through cars, greenery, and buildings, and arrived at the neighborhood entrance in one minute.

The car stopped.

The driver, who had been in the car, tumbled out and vomited on the side of the road, his eyes filled with fear.

He muttered, "This guy is terrifying. My twenty years of driving skills are no match for him. One day, I'll fly to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun."

However, after Yang Jian got out of the car, his body still emitted a faint red light. He glanced at the driver.

The strange scenes of passing through everything were not shown to the driver; in his eyes, Yang Jian was just driving normally.

Creating illusions is the basic ability of the Ghost Domain.

However, the limit after opening the Ghost Domain is five minutes.

After five minutes, the ghost inside his body would be stimulated to revive a little.

Since he had already used the Ghost Domain, he couldn't waste the opportunity.

Yang Jian called Wang Bin: "Hello, Uncle Wang? Which building and floor is your house? I'm on my way."

He hoped the people were still alive. If they were already dead, he would have to call the police to collect the bodies.