Shi Bingzhi nodded and looked at his newly attached arm.
Shi Bingzhi grinned and asked, "Are you satisfied with this new arm?"
Shi Bingzhi moved the newly attached arm and nodded, "I am very satisfied."
It had to be said that Shen Fengqing indeed had some skill.
The Ghost King's arm attached to his body showed no rejection reaction.
It even felt exceptionally suitable for him.
Just attaching this arm had caused his strength to soar.
Perhaps Shen Fengqing had not lied to him.
Perhaps he truly had the ability to help him reach a strength comparable to Yu Daohan within three months.
Shen Fengqing said, "Don't worry, I always keep my word."
Shi Bingzhi nodded, his gaze sharpening.
Yu Daohan! Your death day is two months from now.
Arriving at the high-speed rail station, Yu Daohan stepped out, his expression grim.
Why wasn't this kid answering his phone?
Could something have happened!?
With that thought, Yu Daohan quickly hailed a taxi and headed towards the address Zhou Fu had mentioned.
The taxi driver looked at Yu Daohan and asked, "Young man, you're not from around here, are you?"
Yu Daohan nodded, "That's right, why?"
The taxi driver, a middle-aged man around forty, spoke with a thick northeastern accent, "Young man, the place you're going is a county town. From here, it'll take at least three hours. I don't want to cheat you, but because it's so far, I'll have to drive back. I'll have to charge you six hundred yuan. You should think carefully!"
Yu Daohan didn't hesitate. He pulled out ten one-hundred-yuan bills and said urgently, "Brother, I'm in a hurry. Please take this money and take me to my destination."
The taxi driver took the thousand yuan from Yu Daohan, then handed back four hundred, saying, "Earning money isn't easy. We agreed on six hundred, so it's six hundred."
"Alright."
Yu Daohan said no more, took back the four hundred, opened the car door, and got in.
Seeing Yu Daohan's urgency, the taxi driver didn't waste any time and slammed on the accelerator, the car speeding away.
Yu Daohan smiled at the taxi driver's straightforwardness.
As expected, northeastern people are so straightforward!
In the car, Yu Daohan was restless, calling Zhou Fu's phone repeatedly.
But no one answered.
Seeing Yu Daohan's anxious look, the taxi driver took out a cigarette, offered one to Yu Daohan, and chuckled, "Young man, did you have a fight with your girlfriend?"
Yu Daohan smiled noncommittally and replied, "No."
"Don't worry, young man. I might not be good at other things, but my driving skills are top-notch. Just sit tight, and I'll give you a taste of a northeastern driving god!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the taxi driver shifted from fourth gear to fifth, the numbers on the speedometer climbing rapidly.
Yu Daohan swallowed and chuckled awkwardly, "Uncle, you need to keep a steady hand on the steering wheel."
The taxi driver let out a hearty laugh and said happily, "Young man, no, brother, you have a good personality. Even though this is our first meeting, don't worry. If anything happens at this speed, we'll both be done for. At least we won't be alone on the road to the underworld."
"This..."
Yu Daohan didn't know how to respond for a moment.
But he had to admit, he was witnessing the bold spirit of northeastern people.
From 'young man' to 'brother' in just a few minutes.
And in these few minutes, he could entrust his life to the other person.
This was the unique romance of men!
But at this moment, Yu Daohan was already gripping the door handle.
The current speed of the car brought back a lingering fear.
That crazy girl's driving years ago had almost scared half his life out of him.
But this old brother, no, this brother's speed was no less than that of the crazy girl from back then!
Fast!
It was too fast!
The person flew ahead, the soul chased behind!
On the highway, a yellow taxi overtook three cars in two minutes.
The speed and the smooth maneuvers made the drivers of the surrounding cars gasp in admiration.
This guy was in such a hurry to get to his reincarnation...
Damn it!
Yu Daohan's expression shifted from anxious to serious, and finally to fear.
To be honest, Yu Daohan really wanted to ask this bro... to slow down.
But he felt too embarrassed to say it.
The other guy was being so friendly for him, he couldn't let him down.
One hour and fifteen minutes.
Screech~
The tires screeched across the ground, leaving a perfect arc.
Cool, truly cool!
The car stopped steadily in front of a hotel. The cigarette in the taxi driver's mouth had reached the filter. He turned to Yu Daohan and grinned.
"Brother, are you satisfied with this speed?"
"Satisfied, satisfied, completely satisfied!"
Yu Daohan gave a definitive answer.
The journey that should have taken nearly four hours, this guy did it in just one hour and fifteen minutes.
What did that mean? It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it exceeded human limits.
The taxi driver said with a determined expression.
"Brother, no matter what you encounter, be strong, keep going!"
"Huh?"
Yu Daohan was full of confusion, not understanding what he meant, but he still nodded and got out of the car.
The taxi driver leaned out of the window and shouted, "Don't do anything rash. You're still young and handsome!"
Yu Daohan waved his hand to signal that he understood.
Clearly, the two were not on the same wavelength.
In the driver's seat, the taxi driver silently lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled, lamenting, "Another young man troubled by love."
In his youth, hadn't he also been hurt by love?
But all that was in the past.
The taxi driver shook his head, a smile playing on his lips, and stomped on the accelerator, his eyes narrowed, "Northeastern Driving God, let's go!"
The car sped away like lightning, leaving behind only endless sorrow.
As soon as Yu Daohan entered the hotel, the counter staff asked, "Sir, are you here to check in?"
Yu Daohan ignored him and ran towards the second floor.
Arriving at the door of room 204, he saw that the door was ajar and there were signs of a struggle inside.
Walking in, Yu Daohan touched the wall, which was blackened by fire, his expression serious.
These were the marks left by the flames of the Devouring Flame Art.
A battle had taken place here, but it wasn't intense.
Both sides had only exchanged one spell.
This could only mean three things.
One, Zhou Fu did not engage in prolonged combat and successfully negotiated. Two, the opponent's strength was too great, and he was instantly killed. Three, Zhou Fu was taken away by them.
Of these three possibilities, Yu Daohan believed his own judgment the most and chose the third possibility.
For the first, if Zhou Fu had escaped, he would have found a way to contact him.
For the second, although the opponent's strength was higher than Zhou Fu's, it wasn't so overwhelming as to kill him with a single blow.
Therefore, only the third possibility remained, which was what Yu Daohan deduced from the traces of the fight.
Although there weren't many sects in Heilongjiang, there weren't few either. Who could have abducted Zhou Fu?