"……"
When the sound of the fisherman's chant echoed, the Ghost Freight Truck was already revving up with all its might.
It was clearly a grotesque being from beyond reality, yet it left two distinct rubber marks on the highway, carrying the scent of an overheated engine mixed with a bloody stench, as it fiercely crushed its way forward.
It was madly domineering, crushing everything in its path.
But the fisherman's chant, coming from the opposite direction, immediately instilled a deep sense of fear in this grotesque.
It saw Han Su standing in the middle of the road, and it also saw the piercing gaze that shot out from Han Su's right eye, accompanying the flow of blood.
At that moment, it subconsciously recalled some terrifying and painful past experience.
The fear was so intense that it suddenly swerved its front, narrowly missing its direction and crashing sideways.
As it brushed past Han Su, it headed straight for the mist ahead, then vanished.
"This monster is actually trying to escape?"Han Su recited the incantation and felt the spiritual energy from his right eye surge out, mixing with the shadow of the giant and the frenzied beat of drums, forming a powerful force.
His left hand gripped the Nail of the Dead Sea, ready to strike at any moment, but to his surprise, the Ghost Freight Truck didn’t have the courage to face him head-on and instead attempted to flee.
Now, guards had been placed at every position outside, and theoretically, this grotesque truck had no chance of escaping, but now that it had been lured here, how could he take that risk?
With a determined bite of his teeth, he quickly charged forward.
Spiritual power gathered into his left hand, and then, with all his strength, he grabbed.
He reacted incredibly fast, so much so that as the Ghost Freight Truck passed him, he grabbed onto its body.
Under the enormous size and indescribable speed of the Ghost Freight Truck, it was dangerous even to attempt to grab it, like Han Su did now.
His body would have been instantly thrown to the ground, even dragged along, only to face the crushing force of the rear wheels.
A mortal could never fight against machinery with their bare hands.
Fortunately, at this moment, Han Su was also in the state of reciting the fisherman's chant, his spiritual ocean still in a state of turmoil, having just awakened. Although he couldn’t use his right eye to achieve the desired effect, his left hand, powered by the turbulent spiritual sea, became as strong as copper and iron, directly penetrating the metal body of the Ghost Freight Truck.
Even so, Han Su’s left hand, or rather his entire arm, was nearly torn off by the Ghost Freight Truck. The enormous kinetic energy was far beyond what his flesh and blood could withstand. But his left hand also endured intense pain.
It felt as though his skin and flesh were branded by a hot iron, and a faint cross-shaped scar appeared on the back of his hand.
This was the cross-shaped bronze scar from his previous life line, also recorded by the fisherman's chant, and naturally, it appeared at this very moment.
As the Ghost Freight Truck was about to charge into the mist, its own shadow began to fade, as if it were transforming from a real truck into a mere projection, slowly dissipating.
It was driving out of the real world.
However, with Han Su holding onto it, its shadow once again solidified and was pulled back into reality.
In the next moment, Han Su’s right hand trembled, and the Nail of the Dead Sea activated, instantly transforming from a short metal object into a precise and complex spear.
Blue arcs of electricity wrapped around the spear's tip. Han Su gathered the strength of his right arm, feeling the position of the truck's engine, and thrust the spear forward with all his might.
His right hand pushed the Nail of the Dead Sea down with full force, aiming for that fleeting moment of opportunity.
If the Ghost Freight Truck was mechanical, this thrust would pierce its engine.
If it were a living being, this thrust would pierce its heart.
The purpose of the Nail of the Dead Sea was to directly destroy the core of the grotesque, severing its anchoring effect. Striking anywhere else would be useless and might even destroy the weapon.
For this grotesque machine, the only places capable of piercing its strange outer shell and reaching the core were a few spots at the front of the truck.
Han Su’s original plan was to use his right eye to melt its outer shell and then strike directly.
But to prevent the Ghost Freight Truck from escaping, he chose to strike at its left side, just above the tires.
From his earlier observations, he had realized that this was where the most flesh-like tissue was, with thick blood vessels extending deep into the body. The area with the most flesh was also the weakest.
"Vroom..."
But just as Han Su raised the Nail of the Dead Sea, preparing to strike, the Ghost Freight Truck seemed to instinctively feel the fear.
Wanting to escape, it was forcibly pulled back into reality, an unimaginable act, and now, sensing imminent danger, it suddenly began spinning wildly.
The wheels ground deep scorch marks into the road, and the smell of burning rubber filled the air.
This sudden spin sent Han Su flying.
The Nail of the Dead Sea, heavy as it was, nearly slipped from his hand.
Fortunately, his left hand, empowered by the fisherman's chant, had reached its peak strength and gripped the truck tightly, preventing him from being thrown off.
But at this point, his body was already uncontrollable, and all he could hear was the roaring engine of the Ghost Freight Truck, accompanied by the rapid pounding of its heart, as its kinetic energy rapidly built up.
The force generated by the spinning made both his body and the Nail of the Dead Sea seem heavier, reminding him that this was a frenzied truck.
No matter how strong his left hand was, his body could no longer hold out.
This was the nature of a grotesque like the Ghost Freight Truck, half real, half fake. The fake aspect could be suppressed with his left hand.
But the real aspect was absolutely beyond what the human body could fight.
At the same time, Han Su felt his spiritual energy depleting rapidly, seemingly funneling directly into the cross-shaped scar on the back of his left hand. It was this spiritual energy consumption that gave him the temporary strength to hold onto the Ghost Freight Truck.
But soon after, the rapid drain of his spiritual energy left him feeling weak.
Han Su could already feel his mind going blank, like a sponge that had been wrung dry, and his left hand could barely hold on.
However, his exceptional spatial and body control allowed him to stagger backward without falling.
His face was pale, clearly showing signs of exhaustion.
"Boom!"
Fortunately, at that moment, the Ghost Freight Truck finally grew furious.
It had intended to escape directly, but having been unexpectedly stopped, it now had a desperate thought.
The truck had indeed been heavily tainted by human nature, and Han Su's exhaustion only fueled its greed.
It had a thirst for revenge!
Taking advantage of Han Su's unsteady stance, it charged directly at him.
Of course, it didn’t have the chance to build up momentum, but the truck's starting speed was still enough to crush Han Su into a sack of rags.
But even as Han Su staggered to regain his footing, he lowered his head and muttered:
"——I will step into the abyss!"
"……"
With the last bit of his spiritual energy, he recited Zero Sequence No. 1 Encrypted Text Spell.
The mysterious power training at the Disaster Management Bureau had proved useful, at least allowing him to leave a bit of energy for himself.
For an ordinary person, this spell might seem meaningless, just a blink of an eye.
But for Han Su, who needed a moment to "recharge," having a few seconds of respite was invaluable.
Whoo——
The Ghost Freight Truck revved up, charging straight at Han Su, but under its headlights, Han Su's figure had become faint, almost nonexistent.
This strange scene caused the two massive headlights of the truck to emit confused beams:
Where did he go?
Is this a ghost?
As the truck rapidly tried to process this, the headlights grew even brighter. Suddenly, a weak voice came from nearby: "By my command, appear in the light?"
The Ghost Freight Truck roared and turned, and the headlights flashed, revealing Xu Ji.
Seeing Han Su in danger, Xu Ji, who had hidden behind the guardrail on the side of the road, immediately recited a spell.
But upon seeing the truck's headlights aimed at him, he shuddered and shouted, "No, no! Stay in the darkness..."
The Ghost Freight Truck, furious, saw Han Su's "presence" vanish, while Xu Ji's presence became overwhelmingly strong, shifting its focus. It roared as it charged at Xu Ji, aiming to smash him and the guardrail into pieces.
But at that moment, the Ghost Freight Truck, having failed to find Han Su's figure, suddenly heard a noise from above.
It quickly reversed, but all it saw in the dark night was a figure leaping at it from the side, landing directly on its roof. It was none other than Han Su, who had just "recharged."
This time, he jumped straight onto the truck's roof.
The Ghost Freight Truck shuddered, its horn sounding as if it was screaming in fear.
Han Su didn’t hesitate. His left hand gripped the truck's roof tightly, tearing open a hole, while his right eye cast a blinding white light.
Now, on the roof, he couldn’t directly strike the Ghost Freight Truck's core, but by occupying this position, he used his right eye to melt the truck’s outer shell and then used the Nail of the Dead Sea to pierce this steel beast's flesh and engine!
When he first planned to deal with the Ghost Freight Truck, he hadn’t intended to hold back.
With Xu Ji's help, he had arranged for so many people to guard, simply to prevent the monster from spying.
Wanting to give his all, yet unwilling to drag things out, he had come up full force, aiming to win that investigator’s license.
A voice, akin to a teeth-gritting sound, screamed in his mind, as his spiritual energy was consumed wildly, bringing fear to the truck and causing it to thrash and run like a wild dog.
But this time, Han Su crouched atop the truck's front, releasing all his spiritual energy without wasting a single bit.
Watching the truck’s outer shell begin to melt and its frantic core about to be exposed, Han Su raised the Nail of the Dead Sea high.
Let’s see how you escape!