The van accelerated to top speed, barreling down the road. Just as it was about to hit the woman in white by the side of the road, Li Ang jerked the steering wheel fiercely. The vehicle swerved sharply to the left, its tilted body rising and creating gusts of wind that brushed past the hem of the woman's dress.
BANG, the lifted body of the van fell heavily, and as it wobbled, it had already covered dozens of meters.
Did it throw her off...? Li Ang glanced at the rearview mirror, only to see the dim street behind him was empty, devoid of any pale figure.
"Next to you!"
Miss Chai's exclamatory voice echoed in Li Ang's mind. With a peripheral glance, he only saw a mass of thick, black, entwined hair slowly rising from the passenger seat.
These strands of hair seemed to grow right out of the seat, surging, spreading, writhing, trembling, accompanied by the RUSTLE, RUSTLE of hair intertwining.
