Chapter 12

Chapter 12

“Huh? Then what do we do?”

Zhang Qing was completely panicking. “Master, Master, think of something! If all else fails, call Master Tian. Left or right-have him calculate it for us.”

“No calls are getting through now!”

Fan Qian was still clutching his pendant tightly. His bag was stuffed with all kinds of talisman papers, but none of them seemed to be of any use.

Zhang Qing looked like he was about to break down. He had thought this was just a coffin delivery. None of the workers had been willing to do it, so he had come himself. Who could have imagined he might have to pay with his life?

“Brother Long, Brother Long, stop the truck first! Let us pick the right road, then you can keep driving! Brother Long-”

Zhang Qing tried to grab my steering wheel again, and I shoved him back with one hand.

By now, Fan Qian was at a complete loss too. He looked wildly around, then turned and shouted at me, “Stop the truck first! Stop and let me think of something. You can’t just charge onto a Life-or-Death Road!”

I ignored Fan Qian and pressed the accelerator down.

I had been driving heavy trucks for twenty years, and those of us who drove through Chongsha had our own rules.

When you ran into a fork in the road at night that should not exist, there was only one road you could take-the straight one!

“What are you doing?”

Seeing the truck head straight for the guardrail between the two forked roads, all three people in the cab hurriedly grabbed the handholds.

I did not slow down at all. I drove straight onto the median!

Strange, twisted weeds lashed against the body of the truck, and the vehicle jolted violently. Gravel, dust, and broken earth flew up all around us, blocking our view.

I still did not let up on the accelerator. I drove straight ahead all the way!

Finally, the truck gave a fierce lurch, and in the next instant the wheels steadied.

We were back on the road again. There was no fork, and there was not even a single scratch on the front of my truck.

“Fuck!”

Fan Qian was so scared tears had sprung to his eyes. He pressed himself tightly against the passenger seat, not even daring to breathe.

Zhang Qing was utterly stunned. For a long while, he did not move at all.

Jiang Shuang, on the other hand, had been gripping the handhold tightly the whole time, but she was calmer than the two of them.

I steadied the truck’s speed and continued forward. Before we had gone much farther, I saw a little three-wheeled vehicle.

A man was driving the tricycle, and a woman was sitting in the cargo bed.

I slowed down and pulled up beside them. Through the window, I asked, “Brother, how much farther to Xiaogu Village?”

“Get off at the intersection up ahead and you’re there.” The man driving the tricycle pointed it out to me.

I thanked him and was just about to turn back when I suddenly realized the woman sitting in the back of the tricycle looked a little familiar.

There was a mole at the corner of her mouth. Although her hair was not in a braid, she looked exactly like the supermarket proprietress from the service area earlier.