The car accelerated instantly, like a scene fast-forwarding in a movie. Its speed increased without warning, catching Chu Hao off guard and startling him.

Speaking of speed, this velocity was considered fast even for an expressway, with the surrounding scenery whizzing past in a blur.

Looking ahead, a downhill curve loomed close. Braking was simply out of the question.

"Ah!" Ankang Mo and the examiner clung tightly together.

The woman in black also cried out in alarm, "Brake, brake now!!"

Chu Hao cursed, "Like I need you to tell me!"

Chu Hao did not step on the brakes; he yanked the handbrake instead, steering hard!

The sedan spun a full three hundred sixty degrees on the ground like a top, smoke billowing from its tires.

The people inside the car screamed in terror.

Finally, the car came to a stop, hitting the guardrail. Compared to a full-speed collision, the impact was relatively minor.

Listening to their screams, Chu Hao’s ears ached. He shouted, "Why are you screaming like ghosts? With me, the car god, here, what’s there to fear?"

"Ding... Host has successfully shown off, earning 500 Pretentiousness Points."

The three of them hurriedly got out of the car, their faces pale as sheets, gasping for air.

Thinking back, the scene just then had been incredibly risky. Chu Hao had actually managed a three-hundred-sixty-degree spin of the car under those circumstances—his mental fortitude was exceptional.

Chu Hao also got out of the car and flicked his hair, feeling like declaring, The Mount Qiu Racing God is here, who dares to challenge?

"Awesome, my little brother." The examiner’s face was pale, but he raised his thumb in admiration for Chu Hao.

Chu Hao waved his hand dismissively. "No big deal. But speaking of which, let’s be careful. Where is this place?"

The surroundings felt eerie, truly eerie. The road was the same, but it was now enveloped in a dense fog that obscured anything five meters ahead.

All four were stunned. How had this place changed in the blink of an eye?

A black Passat approached them. Two individuals from the woman in black’s group also followed them into the peculiar fog.

"Are you alright, He Min?" asked the tall man in black.

He Min shook her head, indicating she was fine, but she looked at Chu Hao with surprise. He had managed to save everyone in the car under such dangerous circumstances.

Chu Hao paid no attention to what He Min and the others were thinking. He was also somewhat puzzled and asked in his mind, System, what’s going on here?

The System replied, "You’re asking me? Who the hell should I ask?"

DAMN!! Chu Hao thought. This System is getting sassier by the day, showing no respect at all! It seems I have no choice but to figure this out myself. It’s clear even the System doesn’t know what’s happening, and there are no reference points anywhere.

"What...what’s going on? Where did this fog come from?" the examiner stammered, utterly terrified.

"HEHEHE!"

A sharp, piercing laughter echoed in the fog, sounding like both a man and a woman, sending chills down their spines.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure appeared five meters ahead of them, steadily drawing closer.

"Who’s there! Don’t move."

The figure seemed not to hear and kept approaching.

"BANG! BANG! BANG!"

The tense man in black fired his gun at the figure, but it seemed to miss. The figure melted back into the fog, vanishing from sight.

"Damn it! What the hell kind of ghost thing is this?" The man’s palms were sweating as he cursed.

He Min, somewhat agitated, said, "That’s right, it must be this place. We actually made it in."

The frightened examiner subconsciously asked, "What ... what place is this? Let’s hurry back."

He Min took a deep breath. A yellow talisman appeared in her hand, and she recited a string of incantations.

Suddenly, behind her, the phantom of a warrior materialized. It resembled an ancient Huaxia warrior, with a face cracked like porcelain, wielding a long sword, clad in armor, and possessing a pair of blood-red pupils that imparted an indescribable sense of oppression.

A Warrior Talisman! Chu Hao recognized it at a glance.

This type of talisman magic was considered quite advanced. Making a Warrior Talisman was easy, but subjugating a Ghost Samurai to serve you was far more difficult.

This Ghost Samurai must have emerged from an Ancient Tomb, given the strong stench of earth on it.

He Min glanced at the examiner and, pointing a gun at his head, said, "You, come here. Walk in front."

The examiner’s legs went weak, his fear reaching an extreme. He desperately wished he could turn and run, yet he feared He Min would shoot him.

"So arrogant, acting as if I don’t exist?" Chu Hao stood with his arms crossed, looking at the three of them with a cold expression.

The tall man in black laughed. "Kid, since you’ve spoken up, you can lead the way."

As he spoke, he pointed the gun at Chu Hao. He had that same irreverent demeanor, looking almost ready to shoot, aggressive and threatening.

In the eyes of the man in black, Chu Hao was just an ordinary person who would never understand their level.

In the eyes of mortals, people like them were known as extraordinary and unorthodox individuals, always the center of attention wherever they went.

When dealing with Chu Hao, they couldn’t even be bothered to kill him; he was nothing more than a tool to be used.

Chu Hao looked at the gun. "Do you know the consequences of pointing a gun at me?"

The man in black burst into laughter. Looking at Chu Hao with amusement, he arrogantly said, "So I’m pointing a gun at you. What about it?"

He Min interjected, "Stop messing around. Let’s get down to business."

"Alrighty! Kid, you’d damn well..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when he saw Chu Hao’s silhouette flash. Covering a distance of two meters in 0.01 seconds, Chu Hao struck first to gain the upper hand, instantly appearing in front of the man in black.

Panic filled the large man’s heart, and he instinctively tried to shoot.

Chu Hao was too fast. He dodged the gun barrel and, shaping his hand like a spear, jabbed the man’s throat.

"PFFT!"

A sound of cracking bones echoed. The man’s windpipe shattered, and Inner Strength directly obliterated his internal organs.

The gun fell to the ground. The man clutched his throat, his face filled with disbelief, then slumped to the ground, his pupils dilated.

Chu Hao sneered. "Sorry, Brother Hao doesn’t talk much but means business."

"Ding... Host has successfully shown off, receiving 500 Pretentiousness Points." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The others were dumbfounded. A series of events had unfolded in an instant: the big man was down, Chu Hao was showing off—all in less than three seconds, smooth as flowing clouds and water.

He Min and the other man were in a state of panic.

"BANG!"

The other man in black fired his gun. Everything had happened too quickly. Even if Chu Hao was elusive, they had to maintain control of the situation.

A black umbrella appeared out of thin air, blocking the bullets and deflecting them away.

Behind the umbrella, a knife flew out, spinning in an arc, directly severing the man’s gun-holding hand. Blood gushed like a fountain.

"AHH!! AHH!!" The man screamed, painfully clutching his arm.

As for He Min, her mind was short-circuited by shock. She hurriedly cried, "Gui Qing, kill him!"

The Ghost Samurai, as if receiving the command, swung his rusty long sword at Chu Hao.

However...

"CLANG!"

Sparks flew, and the rusty sword pitifully snapped in two.

A figure in silver armor with a white cape—handsome and commanding—appeared. It was the Ghost General, Zhao Yun.

"A mere Xiao Gui, daring to harm my lord? Die!!"