Taoist priest goes to America

At the end of the woods was an asphalt road, its surface strewn with withered leaves blown by the night wind. Ang Lee stood in the middle of the road, his eyes closed, letting Isya's memories run through his mind.

The butler had a map of the parking lot in his memory. Li An opened his eyes and walked eastward.

It was a neatly trimmed thicket of bushes, behind which was an iron fence, and behind the iron fence was the back garden of another villa of Idel's.

A dozen luxury cars were parked in the open space, including a red Ferrari and a white Rolls-Royce... all facing the same direction, their bodies clean and reflecting the moonlight.

Ang Lee walked over to the white Rolls-Royce, took a car key from Isya's pocket, pressed the unlock button, and the Rolls-Royce's headlights flashed twice.

In Isya's memory, Ides always drove this car whenever he came to the villa. The car key was kept in the butler's safe, and Isya would check it once a day to make sure the gas tank was full.

Li An opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.

The seats are genuine leather, and there are still traces of Ides's sweaty hands on the steering wheel, which feels slippery to the touch.

He inserted the key into the ignition switch, turned it, the engine roared, then fell silent, the dashboard lights came on, and the blue light reflected on his face.

Doyle got into the passenger seat. Isya opened the back door and got in.

Li An shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and the Rolls-Royce drove out of the parking lot, its tires making a rustling sound as they rolled over the gravel road.

He was going to pick up Lao Bai. Lao Bai was still in the bathroom, so he told Lao Bai to wait for him there.

It takes about 40 minutes to cross the Queens Bridge if there's no traffic. It's past midnight now, so there's no traffic.

The car drove onto the Queens Bridge, where the streetlights were so bright that they illuminated the entire bridge as if it were daytime.

The surface of the Donghe River was dark and gloomy under the bridge, with no water in sight. Only the occasional lights moving on the surface could be seen, which were tugboats.

The Manhattan skyline unfolds before the windshield, brightly lit, like a city that never sleeps.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Ang Lee pulled the empty pack of Marlboros from his sleeve pocket with the other, squeezed it, and tossed it onto the passenger seat.

Doyle sat there, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his face expressionless.

Ang Lee thought of Isya. Each of the corpse servants gave him different skills: Old White gave him drug resistance, and Doyle gave him the ability to fight violence with violence. What could Isya give him?

The system panel pops up in the field of view.

[Data on the corpse servant Isya before his death has been detected and is stable. Do you wish to view available terms?]

Ang Lee nodded in his heart.

The panel flashed, and three lines of text appeared.

【Skill 1: Butler Mindset (White)】

[Effect (Passive): The host's memory, observation skills, and attention to detail are comprehensively enhanced.]

It can remember the facial features, clothing, and voices of everyone seen within the past month. It can handle more than three tasks simultaneously without missing any details.

[Caution: This skill increases the brain's information processing load; prolonged use may cause severe headaches.]

[It is recommended to use this product every few days, in conjunction with sufficient sleep and brain-boosting medications. Ignoring the risks and using it frequently may lead to permanent migraines.]

Ang Lee looked at the words "can remember the facial features of everyone seen in the past month" and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the steering wheel.

This skill is useful, but not much; his memory is already good.

Moreover, this skill has a negative effect; using it too much can cause headaches, and even permanent migraines. It's really not worth getting a headache for such a small effect.

Ang Lee swipes down to see the next skill.

[Skill 2: Unwavering Loyalty (Gray)]

[Effect (Passive): The host's loyalty is greatly increased. If the host encounters a wise ruler, they can complement each other, jointly increasing their intelligence and management abilities by 30%. When faced with coercion and temptation, their psychological resistance is increased by 50%.]

[Note: This skill requires the host to find a truly worthy ruler in their heart, one who is completely convinced of their worth and willing to sacrifice themselves for their cause.]

[If the host does not approve of the ruler, this skill will be ineffective.]

Ang Lee's lips twitched. Loyalty? Or loyalty to others? He didn't need that.

Although it's a skill that increases intelligence, finding an enlightened ruler—such an abstract condition—is less effective than simply creating a "wise ruler" who obeys his commands by controlling corpses.

The system, yet it demands absolute loyalty to the enlightened ruler? What kind of nonsense is this? Is it trying to find itself a master?

Ang Lee scrolled down immediately. The skills given by Isya were too rubbish. Both of them were useless trash.

[Skill 3: Rebuild (Blue)]

[Effect (Active + Passive): When the host uses tools such as firearms, vehicles, and electronic devices, maintenance efficiency is increased by 40% and failure rate is reduced by 30%.]

When actively used, the host can quickly disassemble and reassemble basic mechanical and electronic equipment, including but not limited to car engines, door locks, and cameras.

[Important Note: This should not be used with overly large or precision instruments. If extremely high precision is required, rework may lead to errors and malfunctions.]

[Requires mental energy; each active use consumes 5% of mental energy.]

Ang Lee looked at the third entry.

What else is there to say? He wants this.

The ability to quickly disassemble and reassemble machinery is practically a supermodel skill in modern cities; you can easily make money no matter how low the skill level is.

"Choose the third one," Ang Lee said.

[Skill "Repair" is now bound. Current tool usage: Firearm maintenance efficiency +40%, failure rate -30%. Active skill unlocked: Quickly disassemble/reassemble electromechanical equipment. Each use consumes 5% mental energy.]

A warm current flowed from his fingertips, like being immersed in warm water.

His fingers moved on the steering wheel, making a slight "clicking" sound.

Ang Lee looked down at his hands. They were still the same old hands, but they felt different, more sensitive.

He could feel the subtle textures on the steering wheel and the resistance of every button on the instrument panel.

His gaze fell on the dials. As his eyes swept over them, a line of words automatically popped into his mind:

The fuel level is three-quarters full, the water temperature is normal, the tire pressure of the left front tire is lower than the standard value, and the brake pads of the right rear tire are more worn than those of the right front tire.

Ang Lee lifted his hand off the steering wheel, placed it in front of his eyes, and looked at his palm.

He now feels that all he needs is a screwdriver to disassemble the Rolls-Royce's dashboard into parts and put them back together.

He folded the knife back and tucked it into his sleeve pocket. The car had already gone off the bridge and entered the streets of Manhattan.

The streetlights changed from orange-yellow to white, and the buildings on both sides of the street changed from villas to apartment buildings, and then from apartment buildings to warehouses and factories.

He drove west along 14th Street, stopped at a red light, looked left and right to make sure there were no cars, and then ran the red light. It was 12:30 a.m., and there were no police around.

He parked his car on the side of the road closest to the toilet and turned off the engine.

He opened the car door and stepped out, the night wind rushing towards him.