"Sun Yan?"
Upon seeing the visitor in the early morning, a middle-aged man with a mustache in the crowd immediately breathed a sigh of relief, waving the wrench in his hand and asked, "What are you doing at my shop in the middle of the night, shouldn't you be at home sleeping, or do you want to become a ghost?"
He is the owner of this Friendship Car Shop, known as Boss Lei, from Guangdong Province. Sun Yan used to come to the car shop every day to look at the cars, so they have some acquaintance.
"What else can you do at a car shop, of course, I'm here to buy a car."
Sun Yan walked with interest to the Ford F-150, peeked through the main driver's window, and saw the screen inside the car playing an old song, 'See You Again.'
"Go, go, go, you think you can buy a car, do you have money? Hurry home to sleep, don't interrupt our work." Boss Lei pushed Sun Yan's shoulder, trying to lead him out of the car shop.
Although the main business is selling Soul Ring Vehicles, when customers come to buy them, there should be no anomalies.
However, this Ford F-150 has encountered a problem that even they can't solve, and such negative news can't be shown to outsiders like Sun Yan.
Just as Boss Lei was planning to push Sun Yan out, two thick stacks of US Dollars suddenly appeared in front of him.
"No need to rush, take a look if this is money or not." Sun Yan smiled, weighing the $20,000 in his hand, "Get me a car, a pickup."
Boss Lei's eyes lit up immediately, "Sure, no problem, where did you make so much money recently?"
"Won it playing mahjong."
Sun Yan, of course, wouldn't mention anything about the graveyard, he directly went to the Ford F-150 and asked Boss Lei, "I quite like this car, how much is it?"
The mechanics in the shop had a slight change in expression, instinctively looking at Boss Lei, giving him suggestive glances.
If they could sell this Soul Ring Vehicle tonight, they wouldn't have to keep it in the garage at a loss.
"Oh, you know your stuff, this 2019 6.2L Mexican Luxury Edition Ford Raptor F150 I just got, cost me 200,000, in US dollars, since we are all Chinese working abroad, I'll give you a discount, $100,000, and the car is yours to take home."
Boss Lei hesitated for two seconds, then quickly put on a sly smile, offering Sun Yan what seemed like a very good deal.
The saying goes, in business when you're away from home, strangers get half the price, acquaintances get the whole package.
Sun Yan wasn't unaware of the business Boss Lei was in, he knew the kind of goods in his car shop.
'Celestial Eye'
With Sun Yan activating his Celestial Eye, a golden thread appeared at his brow, and the scene he saw instantly changed.
Inside the originally empty Ford pickup truck, four burly men covered in blood and wearing sunglasses with seven or eight bullet holes in their faces were sitting motionless in their seats.
They clearly had the looks from the Mexican side, and given the many bullet holes, Sun Yan quickly figured out the identities of these Evil Spirits during their lifetime with a little thought.
"Is this a smuggled accident car from the Mexican side? How did the original owners die, gang fight or drug dealer conflict?" Sun Yan turned and asked Boss Lei.
Hearing Sun Yan immediately reveal the origin of the car, Boss Lei's expression turned extremely shocked, "How do you know?!"
"$20,000, that's the best I can offer, not a penny more, just say whether you want to sell or not."
Sun Yan calmly patted the hood, "The body got so many bullet holes, no matter how much you refurbish it, you can never cover it up, you better sell it sooner rather than later."
Boss Lei was silent for a moment, he originally intended to sell this car for $50,000.
But for some reason, the supernatural events happening with this car just couldn't be suppressed, even with dozens of yellow symbols stuck inside and a dozen protective talismans, they had no effect.
Seeing that Sun Yan was willing to be this scapegoat, Boss Lei could only painfully grit his teeth, "$30,000, no less, or else I'd rather let it rot in the garage at a loss."
"Deal." Sun Yan directly tossed the $20,000 in his hands to Boss Lei, "I owe you $10,000, we are old friends, I'll pay it off in three months."
"You're something else." Boss Lei hurriedly caught it, then turned to instruct the staff to prepare the transfer contract for Sun Yan.
Running a second-hand car shop, the process was naturally smooth, and within ten minutes, Sun Yan drove his beloved car onto the street, heading toward Gospel Town.
...
On the silent countryside road, a Ford pickup was recklessly speeding, the engine roar echoing through the night.
"Woohoo!"
Sun Yan excitedly floored the gas pedal, enjoying the powerful horsepower of the 6.2L engine.
No wonder it was the car of Mexican drug dealers, its power was indeed strong, typical for being powerful without concern for environmentalism.
Inside the car, four blood-covered men in sunglasses stared eerily at Sun Yan. The Evil Spirit sitting in the passenger seat slowly reached for the air conditioning switch, intending to turn the cold wind to hot.
Yet as its hand was about to press it, Sun Yan, who was gripping the steering wheel, suddenly said, "I'm in a good mood, don't force me to slap you."
The man in sunglasses instantly froze, looking curiously at its companions, as Sun Yan's gaze remained forward while driving.
So they weren't sure if Sun Yan was talking to himself or to them.
"Come on!" the three Evil Spirits in the backseat encouraged it.
The man in sunglasses hesitated for a moment but still bravely pressed it down.
ZZZZ!
The rapidly running pickup instantly braked, Sun Yan took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and sighed deeply, "Why don't you listen to me."
The man in sunglasses grinned triumphantly, reaching out to change the song for Sun Yan.
Only to see Sun Yan pull out the Ghost Torturing Stick from his pocket the next second, raising it and hitting the man in sunglasses in the head.
"Still moving! Do you have an itch you want me to scratch? Can't you listen like a human? Do you think becoming an Evil Spirit makes you invincible? Serves you right for being cheeky."
With one strike after another, Sun Yan whipped, the man in sunglasses immediately howled miserably, his head directly crushed, and eventually dissipated under the Ghost Torturing Stick.
"And you three, cheering earlier, right?"
Sun Yan stepped down from the car with a cigarette in his mouth, opened the door to the backseat, and swung the Ghost Torturing Stick at the three Evil Spirits, showing no mercy.
Originally, if these four Mexican Evil Spirits were well-behaved on the car, Sun Yan planned to spare them, keeping them on the car as 'artificial intelligence' to assist with car functions when he had his hands full, like changing songs, adjusting the air, cleaning the rearview mirrors, and such.
But seeing as they not only refused to mend their ways but also didn't heed advice, there was no need to keep them as Souls, so he exorcised right there, straightforwardly and decisively.
Also, avoiding any future revenge plots, no more foul play with the car.
With a simple elimination of four Evil Spirits, Sun Yan sat back in the driver's seat, taking his beloved car back to Gospel Town.