Chapter 109: There's a Ghost!

The meeting of their gazes lasted only an instant.

Ji Jue then withdrew his gaze and didn't look again, and the smile on his face didn't change at all. He just quietly watched the scene of debauchery from the sidelines, like a bystander, never participating.

Now he was basically ten thousand percent sure:

The visitor was not well-intentioned.

He just didn't know how much money the other side had spent to make this woman bare her teeth and become a mad dog protecting its food.

Everyone is an outsourcer, why make things difficult for another outsourcer?

Discussing it privately, racing with style and excitement, and then splitting the money at the end wasn't impossible. Anyway, money can't be earned forever, friendship first, competition second.

Of course, the premise is that the one who comes second can't be himself.

However, seeing how intimate she was with Mu Jiang, she didn't look like a miserable wage earner like himself; she might even be a deep partner.

But since you don't want friendship...

Then only the big stick remains.

It's just that he only had a nine-millimeter deer hunter on him, and he didn't know what caliber she liked. Should he change to a bigger one?

Outside the field, an inconspicuous little tricycle had already quietly parked next to a pile of trucks, waiting for orders at any time.

Just like that, after the process of trash-talking, mocking, and pre-race instigation, the young masters and princesses who had drunk enough champagne finally started the race.

This time, in addition to the fire-and-water Chen Yubo and Mu Jiang, there were five or six other contestants, all driving luxury cars that were the centerpieces of car shows or various sports cars modified so much that even their mothers wouldn't recognize them.

Eight or nine sports cars lined up on the road, their engines roaring incessantly, deafening.

"Hmm?"

When getting into the car, Mu Jiang, who was with his female companion, looked at the Kunpeng next to him, his eyebrows slowly raising: "Why did you bring another one? And it's a man?!"

As he spoke, the mockery became more apparent, and he raised his voice: "Don't tell me you spent money to find help?"

"Hello, yes."

Before Chen Yubo could react, Ji Jue spoke first and nodded in admission. Such frankness actually made Mu Jiang, who had a belly full of strange words, pause for a moment.

"Hmm?"

"Considering the danger of mountain road racing, to avoid accidents between the two sides, Mr. Chen specifically hired me to provide safety guarantees for the race."

Ji Jue smiled and took out a thick stack of documents from his pocket: Emergency Lifeguard Certificate, First Aid Certificate, Level 3 Mechanical Engineer, Level 2 Auto Repair Technician...

A large row of red and green books was placed in front of Mu Jiang, making his face change, and he was unable to speak for a while.

"Safety first, safety first, you know."

Chen Yubo rubbed his stomach, laughed, and patted Ji Jue on the shoulder: "This brother of mine is a master of healing. I spent a lot of money to invite him here. If you get so anxious that you have a cerebral hemorrhage later, Little Mu, he can help you with emergency treatment. It's better than the one you brought who only knows how to wipe tears on the side, don't you think?"

"Keep it for yourself!"

Mu Jiang glanced at them coldly and slammed the car door shut: "When I blow you away later, if you're crying so hard you can't see the road, he can still crawl out and add some windshield washer fluid for you!"

Beep—

A sharp, high-pitched horn sounded from the front of the track. In an instant, all the competing vehicles erupted with high-pitched engine sounds, like the roars and shouts of iron beasts.

Just the sound of the continuous roar was enough to make people's hearts race and their blood boil.

What rushed toward them was the sultry wind in the long night.

"This time it depends on you, Brother Ji. If I lose this time, I won't have the face to see anyone for half a year."

Chen Yubo, who had just gotten into the car, no longer had his previous arrogance, as if he had been beaten back to his original form, grabbing Ji Jue's hand and refusing to let go. Ji Jue could only comfort him for the umpteenth time: "Don't worry, don't worry, it's a guaranteed win."

Beep—

The second horn sounded in the front. The temporary streetlight that had been pushed over turned yellow. In the dead silence, no one spoke anymore. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the front, at the line of green light that was about to turn on.

Holding their breath.

Under the catalysis of alcohol and bets, everyone could no longer restrain their excitement, and even their fanaticism for speed.

"It's coming."

Ji Jue reached out, pressed on the car door, and said softly: "Get ready."

"Ah?" Chen Yubo turned his head blankly, "Get ready wh—"

In that instant, the final high-pitched reminder erupted.

The green light flashed and turned on.

Then, the violent wind rushed toward them from outside the window.

The race begins!

[Run, run as you desire!]

Ji Jue laughed, stroking the dashboard: [Tonight, no one can stop you, I promise.]

[At your command!]

In the engine's roar, Kunpeng seemed to have already been sobbing!

Like a mad dog that had finally broken its chains, the iron roar surged. A prisoner who had never felt a shred of freedom since leaving the factory, from this moment on, sped away.

Spark plugs fired sparks, fuel was delivered, the engine spun wildly.

Zero-second start, speed maxed out in an instant!

Just in the surprised eyes of all the onlookers, Chen Yubo, who usually had the slowest reaction, had already taken the lead and was rushing at the front, speeding and racing at an unimaginable speed!

Mechanical Intervention!

Under the blessing of the ability and Fluid Alchemy, Kunpeng's acceleration jumped even further, even more exaggerated than the data measured officially.

0-100 acceleration time: 1.7 seconds!

And it was still accelerating, still going further. In this short distance of only a few hundred meters, the number on the dashboard had already jumped to two hundred and sixty!

It was simply like a rocket.

Even the streetlights outside the window became blurry, stretched into fleeting straight lines. The scenery was blurry, and when Chen Yubo finally woke up from the sudden acceleration, he couldn't help but scream.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Help me!!!!!"

He subconsciously wanted to struggle, but found that he had already been tightly bound by the four or five seat belts, and in the driver's seat, he was almost unable to move.

"If you want to win, weld that foot of yours to the gas pedal, and don't let go even if the sky falls!" Ji Jue squeezed his arm, not allowing him to shift gears: "With me here, I guarantee you won't die. As long as you don't drive yourself to death, just drive it to death for me."

"Fast, it's too fast!"

Chen Yubo screamed in terror, looking at the scenery flashing past the window, already dizzy: "I've never driven this fast!"

"Then you have now!"

Ji Jue raised his voice: "Do you remember what you asked it to help you with? It responded to you!"

At this moment, he looked at Chen Yubo in front of him, and together with Kunpeng, questioned:

"Do you want to run away?"

Chen Yubo was stunned, unable to make a sound.

Gritting his teeth, he forcibly squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

But the foot on the gas pedal never let go from beginning to end!

"Very good, very good." Ji Jue nodded.

The engine shook violently, and amidst the roar, Kunpeng screamed in ecstasy.

The speed increased again, rushing to the first corner in the lead.

But behind them were two points of light biting hard.

The Mustang galloped, biting hard and not letting go.

In the first gentle curve, there was no deceleration at all. The arc of entering and exiting the curve was perfect, and the timing was so precise that Ji Jue even thought that the person sitting inside was a champion driver who had come out to play from some race!

So awesome and still kicked back by F2?!

Ji Jue stared, unable to believe it.

But relying on the advantage of the curve and the terrifying power of the Mustang that had been modified so much that even its mother wouldn't recognize it, Mu Jiang had actually caught up and was driving side-by-side. The two cars accelerated again on the narrow mountain road, and neither was willing to slow down at all.

"Damn, what's the use of a good car? The key is still the person driving!"

Mu Jiang looked back, grinned toward the Kunpeng, and was about to mock and make a gesture, but he was stunned before he could even raise his hand.

Holy crap, what kind of expression is that?

Chen Yubo in the driver's seat slowly turned his head.

The expression, still streaming with tears and snot, was clearly screaming and crying, but at this moment, a corner of his mouth hooked into an exaggerated smile, grinning.

Like crying and laughing, flickering in the flashing of the streetlights.

Reflecting the miserable green color on the dashboard.

So eerie.

In an instant, Mu Jiang felt a chill run from his heels to the back of his head.

Holy crap, there's a ghost!!!

Could this dog Chen Yubo have hired someone to summon the spirit of some racing god who has been dead for many years?!

In a moment of distraction, he had already been pulled away by the Kunpeng, and the other side had already slowed down, preparing to enter the curve again... No matter how Mu Jiang changed direction, he skillfully blocked the overtaking route of the car behind.

That skill in swaying, that precision in cornering, was simply like the nightmare he had once seen on the track.

He couldn't catch up at all!

Mu Jiang's heart suddenly went cold. This time, was he going to be blown away by the "turtle-speed racing god" in that club?

"What are you still standing there for?"

In his haste, he glared at Cheng Shuang in the passenger seat: "Do something!"

The woman who had been concentrating on maintaining her ability changed her expression slightly, but in the end, she didn't say anything, just increased the spiritual quality input, controlling this power monster made of various super-spec accessories to accelerate again.

At the same time, her other palm lifted and reached out toward the speeding Kunpeng in front.

But immediately after, her expression couldn't help but change again.

Her control and regulation were actually squeezed away?!

Before her ability could take effect, that car had already been covered by another ability, and it didn't even leave any dead ends, enveloping everything from the inside out.

From the wheel hub to the car frame to the engine, the entire vehicle was one, overall reinforced by the physical property interference of the Ember lineage, and it was like heaven-made, flawless... The whole car had become an alchemy item!

Cheng Shuang's eyes turned green.

Unbelievable.

Either the person sitting in the car opposite was a master craftsman she had never heard of, or the other side's ability was far beyond her imagination!

In the use of external objects, no follower of the "Superior Good" could compare to the "Ember."

What's more, the type of the other side's ability seemed to be the same as her own.

Cheng Shuang didn't have Ji Jue's good luck to be able to worship under a master, she didn't spend a penny of tuition, and she wasn't a chosen one of the Ember.

She was of the "Heavenly Origin" lineage.

After experiencing the superior calling by chance, she discovered that she could use her own spiritual quality to interfere with and influence machines with complex compositions.

Unfortunately, its strength, efficiency, and scope could not be compared with the chosen one's calling at all. Moreover, the high-end matrix of the Heavenly Origin lineage was tightly held by the Empire and the Federation, and what she could buy in the wasteland market were only incomplete or ordinary goods.

For ability types that involve control, the advantage of the first move is infinitely important.

If the other side takes the initiative, then wanting to seize control means having to play tug-of-war under extreme disadvantages.

What's more, Ji Jue had already modified the entire Kunpeng with Fluid Alchemy, completely turning it into an alchemy item, like a fortress, blocking her out tightly.

It might be bad this time.

The moment the same thought appeared in her heart, she couldn't help but shiver, and she didn't dare to hesitate anymore, gritting her teeth and taking out an ancient-looking square iron box from her bag.

The palm-sized iron box, after being unfolded, revealed complex mirrors and structures inside. After being buckled, it became a small, telescope-like creation.

Looking inside through the hole, one could see various lights refracting between the lenses, turning into colorful and gorgeous scenery. It was a kaleidoscope.

But in front of the kaleidoscope, there was an eerie opening.

It was aimed at the Kunpeng speeding in front.

But during the intense driving, it always lost its lock.

After several consecutive mistakes, she finally couldn't help but get angry: "Trash, drive steadily!"

"You drive it yourself, do you think this is the ride-hailing car you called?!" Mu Jiang roared: "If you can do it, do it; if you can't, get lost. If I lose miserably this time, you won't have a good time either!"

A chill appeared in Cheng Shuang's pupils for a moment, but she still didn't refute.

And in that instant, with Mu Jiang's strenuous cooperation, the opening of the kaleidoscope finally locked the speeding Kunpeng inside.

Then, Cheng Shuang's face turned pale instantly, feeling her spiritual quality being swallowed endlessly by this creation, and it was about to be drained in an instant.

A faint, gorgeous light appeared from the kaleidoscope for a moment.

It went away silently.