Chapter 605: What Are You Looking For?

Hearing Chen Ge's words, the driver didn't agree right away. He furrowed his brow and sneaked a glance back at Chen Ge, a hint of suspicion mixed into his gaze.

In his mind, the fact that Chen Ge insisted on getting out of the cab together with an injured, helpless woman probably meant he had ulterior motives.

By appearance, Chen Ge gave off a good impression—bright, friendly, polite—but the heavy backpack at his side made the driver a little uneasy. A faint smell of blood drifted from it.

Run into a bad person?

The driver hesitated for a while before starting the engine. "Fine."

The cab continued forward. The driver was still talking to himself, addressing the air, while the other two passengers ignored him entirely.

Chen Ge kept his eyes locked on the woman in the passenger seat, using his Yin Eyes to scan her up and down. He couldn't spot anything unusual.

The woman seemed to know Chen Ge was watching her. In the rearview mirror, the corners of her mouth slowly curled upward.

That smile, paired with her deathly pale skin, gave Chen Ge a creeping sense of dread.

"Go ahead and smile," he muttered to himself. "Once we get out of this car, we'll see if you can still manage it." He didn't know where the woman's destination was, but since they'd crossed paths, he might as well accompany her on this final stretch.

The streetlights grew dimmer, and the trees on both sides swayed in the wind, their shadows falling across the road in a way that felt deeply unsettling.

Inside the cab, the driver chattered away to himself, seeming to have a lovely conversation with the woman. But in truth, the woman sitting in the passenger seat hadn't uttered a single word since she got in.

In this eerie atmosphere, the cab drove on for several hundred more meters before the driver suddenly slammed on the brakes.

The car came to a violent stop. With the force of inertia, Chen Ge's head nearly slammed into the back of the woman's seat.

"What's wrong?" Chen Ge had one hand inside his backpack and the other gripping the door handle. If things turned dangerous, he would smash the door and jump straight out.

"There's a kid up ahead." Cold sweat had broken out on the driver's face. He pointed at the road in front of them.

On the left side of the road stood a young boy clutching a black plastic bag.

He looked no more than seven or eight years old, wearing a pale white T-shirt, his expression frightened and unsettled—as though the oncoming cab had startled him.

"What's a child doing out here in the middle of nowhere?"

The driver rolled down the window and was about to lean his head out when Chen Ge spoke up from the back seat: "I'd advise you not to stop here."

"You think it's a scam?" The driver nodded. "I've seen it on the news too—some adults deliberately let their kids play by the side of the road. When a car comes along and startles the child, the parents rush out to shake you down. Since it's the kid who got scared, even with surveillance footage it's hard to prove what really happened. Lots of people have fallen for it."

"Scammers want money. What you've run into wants your life," Chen Ge said in a low voice. He was also puzzling over whether this driver had some kind of ghost-attracting constitution—they hadn't even entered White Dragon Cave yet, and accidents were already piling up one after another.

Just to be safe, Chen Ge used his Yin Eyes to scan the driver carefully. In the end, he confirmed the man really was just an ordinary person.

"The problem isn't with the driver, so it's probably because of me." Chen Ge remembered clearly that Jia Ming, possessed by the Shadow, had collapsed outside the tunnel entrance. What the Shadow had done inside the tunnel that night, nobody knew. "Could the Shadow have done something in the tunnel?"

Crack!

While Chen Ge was lost in thought, the window beside him was suddenly slapped from outside. He turned to look—a child's face had appeared right next to him.

Through the glass of the window, a smile spread across the child's pale white face. The boy's body tilted as he pressed against the glass, peering inside the car.

"Are you looking for something?" Chen Ge smiled back faintly, his hand closing around the handle of the Skull Crusher, slowly pulling it outward.

The scene was deeply unsettling. The ghost outside the car had no good intentions, and the person inside the car was plotting something too.

The child's small hand slapped against the window again and again, leaving one palm print after another on the glass. It looked as though red clay was smeared on his palms—within moments, the once-clean window was filthy with prints.