Chapter 51: Digesting The Ghost Hand
“I’ve changed my residence, please deliver it to this new address.” Zhang Qian sent the villa’s address over.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave first.”
“Received, we’ll call you before delivering tomorrow, please sign for it in person.”
Yu Xin saluted, leading the team into the restaurant.
Zhang Qian got into the taxi, his mood much better than when he went out.
“Hmm… gained two pieces of eerie human skin, half a ghost candle, one handgun, and probably one reserve teammate? Feels like Jiang Yu Xin kind of likes me, maybe this is the trouble of being handsome.”
One car after another overtook from the side, and Zhang Qian then noticed that this driver big brother was completely different from most taxi drivers.
Others couldn’t wait to fly to the destination to start the next order, but he kept the speed steady at forty.
Moreover, the driver big brother was very talkative, chattering endlessly about topics from all fields, as if making money was secondary and chatting was the main purpose.
Everything from economy, military, art was covered, and he even had some of his own insights.
But Zhang Qian just went along with it, until the driver told a bizarre story that piqued his interest.
“Master, that ghost call you just mentioned, was it your own personal experience?”
“Hehe, young man, anyone who answers that ghost call is certain death, I’m not a ghost, how could I have received a call.” The driver felt a bit smug seeing Zhang Qian respond.
This old driver with twenty years of experience has seen all kinds of passengers, and he actually thinks he can play cool in front of me.
While driving, the driver said, “To tell the truth, I saw this story on the supernatural forum. The poster described it so vividly, so I remembered it.”
“I see, I thought it was a passenger who told you.”
If it was really a passenger, maybe a civilian ghost controller.
The driver big brother was a bit proud, “Hehe, only I tell ghost stories to scare passengers, how could a passenger scare me?”
Zhang Qian nodded and said no more.
After some searching, he found this ghost story on a large supernatural forum.
The story was called ghost call, roughly about a ghost residing in a phone that randomly dials people worldwide.
Regardless of whether the call is answered or not, that person will surely die within fourteen days, no method can stop it.
Glanced at the comments section, nothing valuable.
It has some shadows of fierce ghost killing rules, but feels less terrifying than Sadako, Sadako kills in seven days, this ghost takes fourteen days.
Seeing Zhang Qian interested in the ghost story, the driver master simply told all the ghost stories he could remember.
But most were fabricated stories, though they had monsters, they preached that good is rewarded with good and evil with evil.
Real fierce ghost killing doesn’t follow reason, like Feng Quan possessed by ghost mist, his family suffered first.
“We’re here.” The master glanced at the meter, “Fifty-six yuan, scan or cash?”
“One hundred, no change needed.”
“Whoa, generous, as expected of someone living in a villa.” The driver chuckled, not refusing, “Thanks then.”
He turned happily to get the money, but found Zhang Qian had already opened the door and gotten out.
What does this mean? Trying to skip the fare?
“Hey, you…” The master was about to get angry, but his voice suddenly stopped.
In the corner of his vision, an ashen white palm was clinging to the back of the driver’s seat.
But there was clearly no one in the back seat, the only passenger Zhang Qian had already closed the door and left…
Big brother blinked hard, stiffly shifting his eyeballs to see clearly.
That hand noticed the driver’s line of sight, shaking the hundred yuan bill between its fingers, as if urging him to take the money quickly.
“Holy crap!”
The driver big brother wanted to floor it to escape, but a voice calmed him a bit.
“Master, the change…”
Zhang Qian knocked on the passenger door, handing in a hundred.
“Ah?” The driver big brother stared blankly at Zhang Qian, his head already covered in cold sweat.
Looking back again, where was there any pale palm.
“Oh oh, sorry, old age makes me lose focus.” He rummaged fourty-four yuan from the change box and handed it over, comforting himself that what he saw was an illusion.
Fourty-four, somehow feels unlucky…
“OK, thanks, be careful while driving…”
“Screech—”
Before Zhang Qian finished, the taxi sped off like it was fleeing.
After this incident, the driver big brother didn’t dare run night shifts anymore, heading home early.
His wife at home was surprised to see him back so early, “Why back so early today? Made enough for the rental?”
“Phew—” The warmth in the house was strong, and the driver big brother’s icy cold hands and feet finally warmed a bit.
He stomped his feet, shakily lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag, “Made a hundred eighty or so, not running anymore today.”
Big sister saw something was off and said no more.
“Then I’ll go make dinner.”
“Go go.” Big brother, still shaken, waved his hand, took off his jacket, turned on the news broadcast, planning to absorb some positive energy.
Over there, big sister suddenly picked up the jacket and questioned, “Oh you He Qiang, faking accounts now!”
“You’re talking nonsense…” He Qiang turned his head, only to find several hundred yuan bills stuffed into the jacket pocket somehow.
“No way…” He tremblingly took the jacket, and found a small note in the money.
【Scared by the passenger today, huh?】
“Fuck!”
“What? Faking accounts and you think you’re right?”
“No, I got possessed by evil today…” He Qiang spoke rapidly, recounting what just happened.
“Smack—”
Big sister slapped He Qiang on the head, “Fool, where do ghosts ride taxis and pay? This is a master reminding you not to meddle in things you shouldn’t, don’t pry into what you shouldn’t.”
“Hiss— so my mouth almost got me in trouble?”
……
The safe house in the villa basement was taking initial shape.
Zhang Qian planned to build two safe houses, one to store fierce ghosts and supernatural items, one for his parents as a shelter.
But the ghost candle had no such restrictions, and had to be carried for convenience.
“What is it? So urgent to call me back.” Zhang Yao Cheng entered the room, seeing Zhang Qian waiting in the living room.
“The official side gave me some reward…” Zhang Qian pointed to the ghost candle, introducing its function.
“Keep it safe, light it when in danger, even ordinary people can use it.”
“Good stuff… how many do you have?” Zhang Yao Cheng subconsciously asked.
“Headquarters has few, I only got two.”
“That won’t do, you use them first yourself.” Zhang Yao Cheng resolutely refused, “You’re out catching ghosts everywhere, more likely to face danger than me and your mom.”
