Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 125 Savage Crash
"Boom!"

The moment he opened the car door, he saw a vortex of fog suddenly rise from the thick fog on the left side of the vehicle.

Through the fog, a massive truck, eight meters tall and made entirely of strange metal, burst out of the fog like a tiger leaping from the mountains, crashing solidly into their vehicle with the force of a 300 km/h engine still floored on the accelerator.

In the blink of an eye, the vehicle deflated, like a soda can that had been stomped on.

Everything happened in just half a second. If you slowed down, you could see the car body slowly squeezing inward, and the airbags deploying and rupturing.

No matter what kind of safety training the people inside the car had received, no matter how powerful the coded spells they knew, or no matter how strong their firepower was, at this moment they could only be like tomatoes being squeezed into a bloody mess by a tremendous force.

The person who reacted the fastest had already jumped most of their body out of the truck the moment it appeared.

But then, the car beneath him was crushed and sent flying. His legs, which he hadn't had time to pull out, were hit by the swaying car door and shattered with a crack. Immediately afterward, his body was flung away by the wildly reversing vehicle.

It spun several times in the air, crashed heavily to the ground, and then glided far away, its flesh and blood worn away.

A wave of dizziness washed over him. He strained to open his eyes a crack and saw the enormous mechanical beast smash his vehicle into a pile of scrap metal before quickly turning around and crushing a second car beneath it.

The momentum was undiminished; in just a fleeting moment of crossing, the resulting turbulent winds overturned the third vehicle.

Screams, screams, panic...

Some died directly in the car, while others were groaning or screaming.

That mechanical beast actually drove back into the fog, with a joyful air, and crashed into the overturned vehicle.

Like a bull.

Reverse, crash!
Reverse, crash!
The third car, which had still retained its original shape, was crushed into a meat patty.

"How could this be?"

"Is this the same car that's on Highway 59?"

"Wait, that one on Highway 59 doesn't look this new..."

"..."

The only survivor was going crazy. He dragged his injured leg, which was now only half its original length. His other leg was also scraped raw and bloody on the ground. His gun was nowhere to be seen.

Of course, at this point, he couldn't care less about touching his gun. He just tried his best to hide himself, climbing as he tried to sneak out of the eerie fog.

He even felt that he was about to succeed, having crawled out of the fog for a long time and gotten far away from that terrifying scene.

But at that moment, he suddenly heard a loud horn blaring ahead, and the hairs on his body and the scalp on his head stood on end. He struggled to look up and was met with two bright lights that made him dizzy and disoriented, completely unaware of where he was.

He used all his strength to see that all around him were car parts that had just been wrecked.

He didn't know when he had climbed back to the middle of the road where he had just been hit.

"you……"

He used all his strength to curse, but he could only utter one word before he could no longer speak.

What's the use of cursing when faced with that eight-meter-tall, hard monster?
He could hear the steel monster desperately gathering kinetic energy. The engine, accompanied by the beating of a flesh-and-blood heart, roared wave after wave, creating a terrifying sound. Each roar felt as if the monster had already crushed him once.

This made him lose all thought of running away; he just frantically raised his palm.

Spiritual power permeated the body along with the blood flowing from his body, and he loudly recited the highest-level incantation he knew.

This is the most powerful spell; when recited, it can even kill four people instantly.

He performed exceptionally well, able to recite the incantation in just one second, but to no avail. He had only uttered a few words when the monster charged towards him.

The swirling wind rushed into his mouth, making his tongue tangle, and the blinding headlights pierced his soul, making it impossible for him to concentrate.

The most crucial part is the car body...

...When that enormous, unparalleled tractor was hurtling towards him at 300 km/h, there was nothing he could do.

He only managed to let out a half-hearted sob before he was instantly swept under the wheels of the car, like a withered blade of grass.

There wasn't even much of a spectacle.

Only a feeling of regret arose in my heart: "Was it really necessary? We were just ordered to check a car..."

……

……

"What happened next?"

Xu Ji leaned over the back seat and stared intently.

The thick fog, the faint sounds coming from within it, and the blinding headlights flashing by all carried an eerie quality that piqued his curiosity.

The three cars that had just been tracking him were now completely swallowed up by the thick fog, making him feel incredibly excited.

"do not know!"

Han Su slowly exhaled and lowered his hand. The cross-shaped copper scar on the back of his hand was fading away slowly, as if it had been hidden into his flesh and blood.

He said to the driver in front, "It's too dangerous outside the city. Let's hurry up and find a way back into the city!"

As he spoke, the fog behind him began to dissipate. Xu Ji's eyes widened, and indeed, all he could see was emptiness. However, at the edge of the dissipating fog, he could vaguely make out an enormous truck, its cargo bed shaking wildly. "Huh?"

The impact of this scene on the eldest son of the Xu family was indescribable. He knew it was a secret and barely managed to hold back a cry: 'I just saw another big truck wagging its tail?!'

Han Su, however, couldn't care less about him at this moment and shook his rather empty head.

It works great...

He thought about everything he had just sensed, as if his will had been torn apart. A part of him appeared where the ghost truck was, and he saw everything illuminated by the headlights. The immense and overwhelming sense of crushing force was indeed a little frightening to him.

He faced the ghost truck twice, once driving it away and once subduing it.

But to be honest, I still don't want to face it a third time.

How crazy must a person be to think of facing those crazy trucks with cabs that are seven or eight meters high?

The only problem is: 'How do I summon something that requires consuming my personal mental energy?'

The speculation surrounding this suggests that the ghost truck used to instinctively subdue the changgui (a type of evil spirit), but now the changgui are no longer present.

Could it be that its power used to come from the changui (a type of evil spirit), but now it is entirely replaced by me personally?

However, the ghost truck's instincts remained. The remaining spiritual power of those it crushed to death seemed to have been melted into the mist that accompanied it, so there was no need to worry...

……

On the highway outside, when the man with the bulbous nose couldn't contact the people he had sent out, he stepped on the gas and sped out of the city, already having a bad feeling.

There's no need to worry about the person who just joined the Disaster Management Bureau. He knows the level of the people he sent out, and they are definitely not someone that a mere executor can handle. However, the Queen Organization and the Xu family cannot be ignored.

When he finally reached the highway outside the city and found the pile of scrap metal and blood, he got out of the car and looked at the mess around him with a gloomy expression.

He took out a flat wine flask, took a big gulp, and suddenly uttered four words in a low voice: "The dead shall return!"

In an instant, a strange power appeared out of nowhere, as if it had pierced through the boundary between life and death.

The mangled corpses all around seemed to have been forcibly infused with some kind of life force, their limbs trembling.

But it only trembled.

It was as if a gust of wind had blown by, stirring the corpses, but after the wind had passed, they were still just a pile of dead bodies.

He frowned and stood amidst the chaos. Suddenly, he gently waved his hand, and the vast area around him began to undulate, as if the ground had come alive.

All the scrap metal and corpses sank into the ground, and after a moment, the ground returned to normal, as if nothing had ever happened.

He, however, curled his lips into a cold smile and muttered to himself, "They didn't even bother to ask where they came from before they were all wiped out?"

"It seems I underestimated how ruthless this newcomer is..."

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……

At this moment, Han Su didn't care about anything that happened on the way. After re-entering the city, he found a place where no one would notice him, quickly got out of the car, went to Wei Lan's car, and took the makeup case that she had given him.

Although nothing major happened along the way, he knew how much risk Wei Lan had taken and was grateful. He wanted to thank her, but Wei Lan suddenly grabbed his hand.

With a smile on his face, but with an unprecedented seriousness in his eyes, he said, "From now on, if you need help, just ask me; if you need someone to chat with, just call me, even if it's just..."

Her voice was low, and her spiritual power, accompanying her resolute tone, seeped into Han Su's palm: "...When you fight against those incomprehensible beings and go to slay gods, remember to take me with you!"

"Is that okay?"

"..."

"..."

Han Su looked into her eyes, paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

I don't know how to describe this feeling. Saying I'm moved is not right, nor is saying that everything is just as it should be.

If one had to describe it, it would be a tacit understanding.

A sense of intertwined fates and mutual support made him feel calmer after the night's adventures and twists and turns.

It's like, when faced with that vast unknown, you finally have the feeling that there are reliable people around you.

He paid no attention to what was happening outside the city.

What does it have to do with me? I've already subdued the ghost truck. Those lawbreakers who ran out of the city to cause trouble, and encountered some strange phenomena, that's their own fault, isn't it?

PS: I recommend the book "The Hidden Buyer".

My name is Zhang Fusheng, an ordinary person from the era of high martial arts.

But I can buy anything, and I can sell anything.

Root talent, comprehension, cultivation level, luck, lifespan, as well as identity and destiny.

All you need is a contract.

(End of this chapter)