The woman's red lips constantly bore a faint smile, showing no displeasure from being spied on.
Thus, the driver's gaze became increasingly bold, and when they arrived at the destination, he stopped the car and cheerfully turned back, "We're here, beautiful."
But as he turned around, the driver froze on the spot, "...gone..."
There wasn't even a silhouette in the back seat, let alone a beautiful woman.
The driver pinched his own thigh hard, the pain causing the corners of his mouth to twitch. His body began to tremble as he swallowed and looked around—the high-rise buildings had all transformed into gravesites, and the note that had been left beside had turned into paper money.
Sweat poured from the driver's forehead, his whole body shaking, "I... I hit a ghost..."
Suddenly, there was a sound from the front, as if someone was knocking on his car window.
He clenched his fist and slowly turned his face, a head appeared outside the car window.
