Mysterious Revival-Chapter 915 - 882: Taxi

After using the Firewood Knife to hack apart the Ghost Cabinet yesterday, Yang Jian didn't let himself idle. Besides dealing with supernatural phenomena, he had no other leisure or entertainment activities.

Of course, he didn't have the privilege to indulge in leisure or entertainment either.

So, after dropping Liu Xiaoyu off at Wang Shanshan's place to settle her, Yang Jian returned to his residence.

"President Yang, what would you like to eat tonight? I'll go buy the ingredients and cook," Zhang Liqin asked proactively as soon as she got out of the car.

She wanted to seize the opportunity to showcase the cooking skills she had painstakingly practiced for days, hoping to leave a better impression on Yang Jian.

Yang Jian said, "Decide for yourself. I need to deal with some other things. If it's nothing particularly important, don't disturb me."

After finishing his words, Yang Jian walked directly to the garage behind his villa.

Zhang Liqin tucked her hair behind her ear, feeling somewhat awkward, but she was used to Yang Jian's demeanor by now. After all, it wasn't just her; Yang Jian treated others the same way. There was no point in complaining.

People who dealt with supernatural events inevitably had traits that set them apart from ordinary individuals.

Pulling herself together, Zhang Liqin began thinking about dinner.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian opened the garage and calmly looked at the unusual taxi parked inside.

This was a supernatural taxi.

The car was old, with peeling paint and inextractable rust marks. The taxi sign mounted on its roof flickered on and off intermittently, making it look like a vehicle on the brink of being scrapped at first glance.

But Yang Jian could hear occasional strange noises emanating from the interior of this aged taxi.

From time to time, the car creaked and swayed slightly.

Sometimes, the radio inside suddenly turned on, emitting static-filled sounds.

Other times, the interior of the car lit up with a dim, yellowish glow, as though a shadowy figure were seated within.

"Various supernatural phenomena keep occurring, huh?" Yang Jian wasn't surprised by it.

He had developed a certain resistance to fear.

If it were an ordinary person, having such a car in their home would likely make it impossible to sleep peacefully at night.

"This is the supernatural object Liao Fan obtained, originating from Xiangjiang. It's known as the Ghost Taxi and has caused a C-class supernatural incident. Rumor has it that at night, this Ghost Taxi roams the city, and unwitting passengers who board it mysteriously disappear…"

Yang Jian recalled the relevant details in his mind.

This memory was stolen from Liao Fan.

However, this Ghost Taxi reminded him of the supernatural bus.

The two were quite similar.

Of course, their core characteristics were quite different.

The Ghost Taxi is designed for passengers, but the bus can carry actual ghosts on board and even suppress the ghosts within.

As Yang Jian pondered this, the Ghost Taxi parked in the garage suddenly showed signs of supernatural uncontrollable activity. It started itself abruptly.

The headlights abruptly flared to life.

The dull yellow light was unclear, casting an eerie, vague aura over the surroundings. Anyone standing in its beam could feel dazed and disoriented, unable to control their body, standing frozen in place.

If someone were on the road and exposed to this Ghost Taxi's headlights, they would likely end up being hit and killed.

It wasn't that they didn't want to avoid it; the supernatural force exerted a horrifying interference on the human body.

Yang Jian, however, ignored the influence of the headlights. He walked to the car window and continued to observe the Ghost Taxi.

The Ghost Taxi starting up autonomously was a common occurrence.

Yet, such start-ups were difficult to control manually.

If an ordinary person attempted to drive the Ghost Taxi, they would risk activating it. It wasn't as simple as starting it whenever they wished.

Of course, this was the inherent trait of supernatural objects—dangerous yet highly unpredictable.

However, if someone could control it, they would be able to use its supernatural forces to improve their chances of survival.

"Let's test it out. This Ghost Taxi comes with its own Ghost Domain and can traverse the city seamlessly. If I can control it, traveling will become much more convenient," Yang Jian thought to himself.

He pulled the car door open.

Before the door opened, he felt a resistance pushing it closed, as though someone from inside was trying to prevent him from entering the car.

But it didn't last long.

The resistance quickly vanished.

Without hesitation, Yang Jian sat in the driver's seat and closed the door.

If a Ghost Rider of Liao Fan's level dared to drive this Ghost Taxi and wasn't killed by the ghost within, Yang Jian believed he could do it too.

As soon as the door shut, it felt like the world outside was completely cut off. The light, sound, and even smells outside seemed to change. Everything around him turned eerily silent.

A pervasive stench of decay filled the air.

Yang Jian glanced at the steering wheel beside him, where there was an ignition slot. The key was already in place, turned by some unseen force, and the car was successfully started.

He grasped the steering wheel with both hands and pressed lightly on the gas pedal.

Then, he frowned slightly and glanced down.

The sensation under his foot was unsettling.

Cold, soft, as though he had stepped onto a corpse.

The car began to move.

Despite its near-derelict condition, the vehicle ran smoothly and accelerated rapidly, even though the engine emitted a raspy, unsettling noise. The Ghost Taxi carried Yang Jian out of the garage and onto the road within the residential complex.

Yang Jian pressed firmly on the gas pedal again.

The tactile sensation became even more bizarre. His foot felt as though it had sunk deeply into a corpse's body, the sinking sensation sending chills down his spine.

The Ghost Taxi continued accelerating, quickly exceeding 100 mph and hurtling toward a building ahead.

Yang Jian attempted to control the steering wheel but soon discovered it was completely stuck, as if something had jammed it, rendering it immovable.

"Looks like my luck isn't great—losing control right off the bat."

From his stolen memory, Yang Jian knew that the Ghost Taxi could experience this kind of steering malfunction.

However, instead of crashing into the building ahead, the vehicle, bathed in the yellowish glow of its headlights, blurred its surroundings. It mysteriously passed through the structure, emerging on the other side—a supernatural traversal.

The Ghost Domain of the Ghost Taxi had been activated.

"The headlights are the Ghost Domain. As long as the headlights don't malfunction, the car can ignore physical barriers like buildings." Driving firsthand, Yang Jian began to grasp some of the Ghost Taxi's capabilities.

These nuances were not part of the stolen memories.

He continued to attempt controlling the steering wheel, but, just like before, it remained stuck, regardless of how much force he applied. The wheel creaked and groaned as if mocking him.

"No living person can fully control the Ghost Taxi. One must use supernatural powers to take control."

Yang Jian removed his gloves, revealing his blackened Ghost Hand, and placed it on the steering wheel.

Instantly.

The stuck steering wheel returned to normal.

Using one hand, Yang Jian adjusted the wheel, causing the car to turn and exit the Guanjiang Residential Complex.

The Ghost Taxi gradually came under control.

"Thanks to the Ghost Domain, this taxi runs quickly. Although it's not faster than my own traversal with the Ghost Domain, passengers inside the car might potentially be safer under certain circumstances." Yang Jian observed the surroundings blurring past him as the car sped.

The speedometer had already maxed out, though he knew the actual speed far exceeded the displayed value.

However, as time inside the Ghost Taxi stretched on, the stench of decaying corpses grew stronger.

The smell, resembling the burning of rotten flesh, wafted in from the engine area.

Unfazed, Yang Jian decided to push the limits of the Ghost Taxi.

Only by thoroughly understanding its boundaries could he determine whether this supernatural object was worth utilizing; otherwise, it would be better off wholly sealed away.

The Ghost Taxi continued to accelerate.

The vehicle had long exceeded the realm of normal driving and was now weaving eerily through every corner of the city, appearing on one street only to mysteriously reappear somewhere else. There was no discernible pattern to its movements.

"Shhhhhh…."

Yang Jian noticed the radio inside the car suddenly turned on again, producing eerie static sounds.

But that wasn't the most significant development.

What was more important was that he felt the car body shake.

Something was moving inside the car, colliding with its frame.

As Yang Jian continued to drive the Ghost Taxi, the pounding noises grew louder and more frequent.

The source of the disturbance—was the trunk.

Yang Jian realized the relentless movement originated from the trunk, as if something inside were struggling to escape.

Was a ghost trapped in the trunk?

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes in thought.

Meanwhile, the driving time reached fifteen minutes.

The Ghost Taxi showed increasing signs of losing control.

But Yang Jian did not stop at this point.

A colossal black shadow enveloped the interior of the car.

The Ghost Shadow began infiltrating the Ghost Taxi, attempting to suppress its chaotic, supernatural phenomena.

It worked effectively.

After the Ghost Shadow's intervention, the abnormality inside the car subsided.

The loud, persistent thumping sounds diminished and then stopped, the eerie radio noise was silenced, and the stench of decay lessened significantly… Everything seemed to be returning to normal.

Nevertheless, after another fifteen minutes passed,

That meant Yang Jian had been driving the car for a full thirty minutes.

At that moment, Yang Jian abruptly noticed something peculiar in the rearview mirror—a stiff, bruised, and discolored corpse's hand.

The hand clung to the vehicle's rear end, emerging from the trunk and slowly extending forward.

Simultaneously, the rear seats of the car grew dark. The interior lighting failed to reach that part anymore.

The Ghost Shadow also faced interference.

"Even with my abilities, I cannot fully control this Ghost Taxi. It can only be safely driven for thirty minutes at most. Beyond that, the ghost within the taxi begins to manifest, and continuing to drive will likely result in attacks from the ghost inside."

Realizing this, Yang Jian decided not to push further.

He hit the brakes, stopping the Ghost Taxi.

Once the car stopped, the supernatural phenomena's intrusion began to recede. The corpse hand visible in the rearview mirror slowly withdrew.

The interior regained its brightness.

"However, the primary utility of this Ghost Taxi lies in escape or using its interior to isolate oneself from ghostly attacks." Yang Jian believed the vehicle offered limited assistance to him personally but could prove invaluable for a team.

After all, the taxi could squeeze in five people.

During the handling of supernatural incidents, having such a vehicle could ensure an escape during difficult situations.

After exploring its capabilities, Yang Jian drove the taxi back to the garage.

He exited the vehicle and gazed at the shut trunk.

The lock was rusted solid, seemingly untouched for a long time.

Yet, the disturbances earlier all originated from the trunk. If there was a ghost, it must be inside.

After careful consideration, Yang Jian decided against opening the trunk impulsively.

It wasn't wise to dismantle a supernatural object prematurely—destroying the Ghost Cabinet previously had already caused him trouble.

"I'll leave this car with Feng Quan later. He can take control of it," Yang Jian mused.

While Yang Jian was testing the Ghost Taxi,

Elsewhere within the Guanjiang Residential Complex,

At night,

Liu Xiaoyu found herself clutching a pillow and knocking hesitantly on Wang Shanshan's door next door.

"What's the matter? Is there something wrong?" Wang Shanshan asked coolly as she opened the door.

Liu Xiaoyu looked embarrassed and said, "Um, I'm not used to sleeping alone. Can I sleep in your room tonight? Don't misunderstand, it's not because I'm scared—it's just that I'm not used to this place."

As a liaison and operator, Liu Xiaoyu couldn't admit to being afraid of ghosts.

But merely thinking about the room next door—with only a thin wall separating her from a caged ghost—made it impossible to sleep soundly.

"Alright then," Wang Shanshan glanced at her briefly before agreeing.

"Hehe, that's great. Thank you!" Liu Xiaoyu said gleefully.