Chapter 8

Chapter 8

While we were talking, we had already gotten onto the highway.

Maybe because it had just passed noon, the asphalt was hot and the car was stifling.

I rolled down the window, but there wasn’t even a hint of wind outside.

So I closed it again and turned on the air conditioner.

Everyone in the car was getting a little irritable from the heat, and we’d cracked open several bottles of mineral water.

Only then did the air cool by a hair, and all of a sudden, I smelled that fragrance again.

It was like some kind of woody scent, but the longer you smelled it, the more greasy it felt, like the odor of some sort of ointment or fat.

The first time I smelled it was up on the rooftop, when Jiang Shuang had been about to kill herself.

But after that, I asked Jiang Shuang about it. She said she hadn’t smelled anything at all, and she didn’t even have the habit of wearing perfume.

Just then, my gaze swept across the rearview mirror, and I suddenly saw Zhang Qing staring at me-

But the moment I turned my head, Zhang Qing had twisted his face away and was looking out the window.

A faint sense that something was wrong rose in me, and I tried my best to focus on driving.

But then Jiang Shuang suddenly screamed!

She curled herself up as tightly as she could while pointing at Zhang Qing and shouting, “Don’t come over here, don’t come over here-”

Zhang Qing stared blankly at Jiang Shuang. He didn’t react to her shouting at all, and instead suddenly lunged forward toward the front seat, trying to snatch the steering wheel from my hands!

I tightened my grip on the wheel and elbowed him backhanded.

Zhang Qing let out a muffled grunt from the blow and shrank back, clutching his face.

At that moment, I suddenly remembered Fan Qian in the passenger seat. It seemed like he was the only one who had been completely fine.

I turned to look at him, only to see him with his eyes shut, his left hand forming seals, muttering under his breath.

I pulled out the Soul-Whip and snapped him with it on the backhand!

The whip cracked through the air, and the fragrance in the cabin immediately weakened quite a bit.

Fan Qian took the lash with an “Ow!” and clutched the swollen back of his hand as he shouted at me, “What the hell are you doing!?”

“You fucking dare to pull tricks right under my nose? You believe I won’t toss you under the tires?”

Fan Qian’s swagger immediately deflated. His lips were trembling as he said, “Who’s pulling tricks? I’m reciting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra, damn it. The whole cabin reeks of corpse stench. You guys can’t smell it?”

That made Jiang Shuang and Zhang Qing both go pale at once.