Chapter 7: A Rush of Shadows
Xiao Han and the others felt their vision blur—then everything went black.
In the livestream, the chatroom full of curious onlookers suddenly fell silent. The camera had stopped moving completely. A chilling stillness took over the screen.
I’m the Legend: “What just happened?”
007: “I have a really bad feeling about this…”
Poppy Girl: “Analyzing their conversation and everything leading up to now, the conclusion is clear: They’ve been discovered!”
007: “???”
007: “You mean those girls are done for?”
Sour Lemon: “What about the helpers Master Lin sent?”
Eerie Moonlight: “Master Lin, this isn’t looking good! Tell your people to hurry!”
“It should be arriving any moment now,” I replied calmly.
I grabbed my peachwood sword and stopped by a funeral supply store to pick up a few hundred sheets of yellow spirit paper.
Then, I jumped into my trusty Wuling minivan and sped off toward the villa.
Meanwhile, elsewhere—high above on an overpass—a paper effigy was driving a paper sports car at breakneck speed, racing straight toward the scene.
It had just received my command. Without hesitation, it slammed on the gas, engine screaming (or rather, rustling), pushing its speed to the limit.
“Looks like Master’s going to need to get me a better ride next time,” the paper driver muttered to itself.
“Would a Ferrari be faster? Or maybe a Maserati?”
Luckily, the highway was deserted. Otherwise, the sight might have given someone a heart attack.
11:50 PM — City Traffic Monitoring Bureau
Inside the control room, a surveillance officer sat watching the massive wall of screens, each showing live feeds from different roads.
“Almost shift change. Thank goodness,” he sighed, stretching his neck.
“Huh? What’s that?”
He stepped closer to one of the monitors. A flashing red warning appeared on screen—it was an overspeed alert.
“Someone’s speeding?”
“Holy crap, I can’t even see the license plate,” he muttered, squinting at the blur zipping across the screen.
He quickly pulled up a still image, zooming in.
The impatient look on his face instantly twisted into pure terror.
He stumbled backward, fell over his chair, and scrambled out of the room on all fours, screaming as he went—
“G-GHOST! GHOST CAR!”