Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1611 - 774:
Previously on Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups...
"What ghost story?"
The rough-skinned man gripped the steering wheel with one hand and yawned.
The young man in the passenger seat retracted his legs from the central console and whispered:
"It’s said that West Mountain used to be an ancient battlefield, heavy with yin energy, where many died. Over time, mountain spirits and wild creatures emerged, and evil ghosts that eat people."
"In the early years, before the guardrails were installed on this mountain road, night-shift drivers often met with accidents, and cars overturned into the mountain ditch every few days."
"Veteran drivers say some dirty things like to pose as tourists, waving to cars in the middle of the night. If anyone kindly stops, those dirty things sneak into the back seat..."
"And what if I don’t stop?"
The rough-skinned man grinned and asked.
"That’s even scarier!"
The young man in the passenger seat swallowed, speaking louder:
"The dirty things will create hallucinations right before your eyes, making you think the upcoming curve is still a straight road."
"Then you keep driving, the car rushes out directly, ending with both the car and people falling into the forest beneath the cliff."
"Even if the car is found afterward, the bodies are incomplete, as if chewed by beasts, with all the organs gone."
He described vividly, as if he had seen it himself.
"Get lost, stop scaring me with that ghost talk."
The rough-skinned man laughed and cursed, pressing the car window button and spitting out the cigarette butt:
"I’ve grown up in the East City Association since childhood, cut people for eighteen years, the malicious aura I bear is heavier than ghosts. If anything dares jump out, I’ll step on the gas pedal and send it reincarnating—"
Screech—
As he turned the steering wheel, releasing the gas pedal, the headlights suddenly illuminated the curve ahead.
"Hey, what’s that?"
The young man in the passenger seat suddenly widened his eyes, stretching his neck, staring at the front windshield.
There stood a shadow in a gray trench coat, with its back to the car, right in the middle of the road.
With the night already dark and fog rising, the figure’s dark clothes further obscured it.
It hadn’t been noticed until the car’s lights hit it completely.
"Damn, Brother Liang, look at the road! Seems someone is ahead!"
The young man in the passenger seat sat bolt upright, pointing forward and shouting.
The rough-skinned man’s pupils contracted sharply, his right foot stomped the brake hard, both hands desperately wrenched the steering wheel left.
The tires screeched against the asphalt, emitting a sharp, ear-piercing scraping sound, a burnt smell instantly arose from beneath the car.
The whole car was flung forward sideways under inertia, the body skidding uncontrollably.
But the distance was too close, no matter how quick the rough-skinned man’s response, how good his driving skills, it was futile.
Bang—
A dull, extreme boom exploded at the car’s front.
The airbags ’poofed’ out, dizzying both men with stars spinning in their eyes.
The rough-skinned man’s forehead harshly struck the hard plastic edge of the steering wheel, blood ran down his brow.
The young man in the passenger seat was likewise pained by the seat belt tightening on his ribs, his forehead collided with the car door pillar, skin was torn off.
The black sedan was completely dead after the crash, resting askew against the roadside wavy guardrail.
The metal railings were twisted and deformed, emitting a sour creaking noise.
The car’s alarm screamed in sync, lights flashing non-stop.
"Damn... Goddamned..."
The rough-skinned man clutched his bleeding forehead, gasping heavily, his chest heaving violently.
He pushed aside the airbag, grimacing with pain.
The young man in the passenger seat also held his head, his hands full of blood, his voice trembling as he cursed:
"Brother Liang... you killed someone! Just now, someone in a gray trench coat stood in the middle of the road..."
"Shut up! Go check the situation first."
The rough-skinned man swiftly unbuckled the seat belt, pushed open the distorted car door.
With martial world experience, he remained cautious, drawing out a mountain knife wrapped in newspaper from beneath the seat.
The young man also grabbed a tire iron, rolled and crawled out the door.
They circled to the front of the car.
Only to find the engine hood was raised high, the hard metal bumper dented deeply.
The radiator was completely ruptured, coolant leaked out, steamed upon the hot engine, emitting large swathes of white vapor.
One of the car headlights was shattered, the surviving one penetrated the white smoke, scarcely illuminating a few meters of the road.
However, whether on the hood, windshield, or beneath the car, there wasn’t a trace of blood to be found.
The entire road was pitch black, empty.
Besides their smoking junk car, not a single figure could be seen.
Not even any signs of biological dragging on the ground.
"Where’s the person?"
The young man’s hand holding the tire iron began to tremble, he looked around:
"Brother Liang, I clearly saw us hitting... such a loud noise, the front is dented like this... where did he go?"
"Could it be... we really hit bad luck and met something dirty?"
"Shut up! Go look around carefully."
The rough-skinned man wiped the blood from his face, his eyes scanning suspiciously around.
If they didn’t hit a person, how was this dented metal pit, several dozen centimeters deep, created?
The mountain wind whined through the trees, the surrounding leaves rustled.
Back to back, their faces were as white as each other’s, beneath the flickering hazard lights.
Suddenly, a ghostly voice sounded from above their heads:
"Are you... looking for me?"
They jerked their heads up, following the sound.
In mid-air three meters high, a man in a gray trench coat was floating before them.