Chapter 493: Driver Disappearance Case

Wu Xian has fourth-stage Dao cultivation.

The last time he left Lihentian, he brought four ritual objects into the mortal world and stored them in the Ju Ren Du Die.

As long as the driver makes the slightest move.

Wu Xian can immediately activate the ritual objects to counter.

But after the taxi drove for over ten minutes, nearing Wu Xian’s home, the female driver did nothing.

She glanced at Shi Ji through the rearview mirror.

Perhaps bored by the long ride, she turned on the radio and tuned to the news frequency.

The news broadcast was a jumble—car crashes, neighborhood disputes, missing persons notices, or random advertisements.

After listening for a while, the female driver sighed deeply.

Wu Xian raised an eyebrow.

She’s about to start something.

“Sigh, why doesn’t the news ever mention that case?”

Shi Ji asked curiously: “The case you mean is…”

“The disappearance case!”

The female driver seemed to have opened the floodgates.

“It’s all over the driver community—multiple disappearances have occurred in Fuyuan City.”

“The first missing person was a driver nicknamed Devoid Old Zhao; the second was Ma Peng, who had called Old Zhao that night. Afterward, several more disappearances occurred—both drivers and passengers vanished…”

“If this case isn’t solved soon, I’ll have to take a few days off at home too…”

Disappearances caused by Fudi are concealed by the Chenghuang Bureau and some mysterious force, so they rarely stir public reaction.

But ordinary disappearances don’t get such treatment.

Therefore, what the female driver mentioned must be the case currently unfolding in Fuyuan City. When he was still a detective, Wu Xian often followed similar cases, but since he threw away his badge, he rarely bothered anymore.

Now, at this moment, the female driver brings it up.

This disappearance case is almost certainly tied to her!

Suddenly.

A male voice with standard broadcast diction came from the radio.

‘We interrupt this program with a news update: regarding the recent disappearances of drivers and passengers, police have found leads. The suspects are suspected to be two men—one with curly hair, the other slightly overweight. Drivers who encounter similar passengers should remain cautious.’

The female driver glanced at Wu Xian and Shi Ji through the rearview mirror and was stunned to realize their features matched the description exactly! Her face turned deathly pale.

“No… it’s not you, is it?”

“Please, don’t take me! I don’t want to disappear!”

The female driver screamed loudly, yanked the steering wheel hard, and sent the red taxi crashing into a nearby building.

Wu Xian’s expression changed instantly.

But the event happened too suddenly—he had no time to react, only raising his hand to shield his face.

Boom! The taxi crashed into the building’s interior, slid along the floor, then slammed into a pillar and stopped.

Wu Xian and Shi Ji quickly opened the doors and ran out, exhaling softly. It had been too close—he could anticipate sudden attacks from malevolent spirits, but not a driver’s sudden suicidal impulse.

Under normal circumstances, Wu Xian would never get into a taxi if he suspected anything.

Perhaps the experience at Jinmu Tower had dulled his instincts.

Wu Xian glanced at the driver’s seat and saw the window shattered, the female driver slumped forward, eyes vacant, face covered in blood.

Shi Ji touched the side of the female driver’s neck.

“Brother Wu, she’s dead.”

Wu Xian frowned.

He had suspected she was a malevolent spirit or a wicked person, but now she was dead.

Was she truly just an ordinary female driver? Wu Xian then scanned the surroundings.

It was the interior of an abandoned construction site, large and dim, with many first-floor windows sealed shut. Wu Xian checked his phone for a map, but found no signal. They decided to leave the building first, then consider other matters.

“Is… is anyone there?”

“Help! We’ve been captured by a weird woman and locked up for days! Please hurry and save us!”

Weird woman! Wu Xian spun around sharply.

But the inside of the car was empty—the woman, neck twisted, crawled into the darkness on all fours in a grotesque posture.

Was she truly a malevolent spirit? Wu Xian narrowed his eyes, ignored the cries for help, and led Shi Ji toward the exit.

Shi Ji shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Don’t panic! There’s no cell signal here—we’ll go out and call the police to rescue you. You’ll be free in about an hour.”

The captives grew frantic.

“No! Please let us out first! That weird woman is coming back soon—every time she returns, she kills someone. By the time you call the police, we might already be dead!”

“Money! Right—money!”

“I have cash! When I was taken, I had tens of thousands in cash! If you save me, it’s all yours!”

Wu Xian stopped, licked his lips.

“Then it’s a deal—we’ll save you!”

Shi Ji felt a hint of doubt.

But he and Wu Xian had collaborated before—he asked nothing.

The abandoned building had no lights.

The person shouting was imprisoned deep inside, so Wu Xian and Shi Ji could only use their phone flashlights to slowly advance into the darkness.

Strange footsteps echoed beside them—as if something scurried rapidly nearby. When they swept the flashlight quickly around, they caught fleeting glimpses of the twisted-neck woman’s face!

The scene was terrifying.

But Wu Xian and Shi Ji showed little reaction.

They soon found a room barred by iron grates. Inside were five people—two already corpses, their bodies horrifically eviscerated, organs devoured, guts crawling with maggots.

Two others stood behind the bars.

One was a young man; the other, a middle-aged man with greasy skin. A third person was bound with rope, mouth taped shut, sweating profusely as he writhed.

The middle-aged man gripped the bars with one hand and thrust the other out, waving two stacks of hundred-yuan bills.

“Take it! This is for you! When I’m out, I’ll reward you even more!”

Wu Xian stared at the bills.

He was tempted.

But he still looked cautiously at Shi Ji.

Shi Ji understood, pulled out two yellow pills, and slipped one into each the middle-aged man’s and the young man’s mouths.

These yellow pills were poison to malevolent spirits—if these two were impostors, they’d react violently.

“Cough, cough… what did you give me?”

The middle-aged man coughed a few times, couldn’t spit it out, and snatched the money back, shouting angrily through the bars.

Shi Ji rubbed his nose: “Hmm… haven’t you eaten in a while? These are probiotic pills—great for your health!”

The middle-aged man blinked: “But it smells kinda foul…”

“Good medicine tastes bitter!”

Wu Xian answered for Shi Ji.

From this reaction, the two men’s suspicions lessened slightly—he decided to release them first.

As Wu Xian fiddled with the gate lock, the middle-aged man’s face turned terrified.

“Look behind you—she’s back!”

(End of Chapter)