Chapter 10 Sticking to the Rules

The van sped up, hurtling down the road. Just as it seemed about to crash into the white-clothed woman on the roadside, Li Ang yanked the steering wheel, sending the vehicle veering sharply to the left.

The tilted car body kicked up a gust of wind, brushing past the woman's skirt.

Bang.

The raised side slammed back down, and the vehicle swerved onward, already dozens of meters away.

Had he shaken her off?

Li Ang glanced at the rearview mirror, only to find the dimly lit street behind them utterly empty. There was no pale figure to be seen.

"Next to you!"

Chai Da Xiaojie's cry of alarm rang in Li Ang's mind. He glanced out of the corner of his eye, only to see a mass of thick, dark, tangled hair slowly rising from the passenger seat.

The hair seemed to be growing out of the seat itself.

Surging, spreading,

Wriggling, trembling,

Accompanied by the rustling sound of interweaving strands.

The temperature inside the car plummeted, and a layer of thin ice rapidly formed on the windows, inside and out. A faint layer of frost slowly expanded outward from the center of the passenger seat.

In the blink of an eye, the clump of hair had grown from a small pile into a ball the size of a basketball.

Beneath the strands of hair, the outline of a woman's head emerged.

Then came shoulders, arms, a body.

The woman in the pale dress sat naturally in the passenger seat, her arms hanging limply, palms up.

Her head, hidden by the thick hair, drooped against her shoulder.

She was like a silent passenger, simply sitting in the passenger seat.

"She's here, what do we do?"

Chai Da Xiaojie was a little nervous. The pale figure next to her felt even more ethereal and malevolent than ordinary chi-mei (demons).

The sudden appearance of the woman did not panic Li Ang.

He slowed the car down slightly, calmly assessing the situation. He slowly turned his head and said calmly to the woman in white, "Miss, do you know that a man's passenger seat

is only for his wife or girlfriend.

You've silently sat down here. Are you attracted to my handsome looks and want to offer yourself to me?

Sorry, I'm not that kind of person.

But if you insist, maybe I'll give in."

""

There was no response.

That was normal. She had no breath, no temperature, and was definitely not alive.

Chai Da Xiaojie was startled, suppressing her voice and saying softly, "What are you doing?"

"Testing her."

Li Ang said silently in his mind, "Don't worry, I used to be a taxi driver when I was younger. I'm best at chatting with passengers.

Passengers often remembered my license plate after getting out of the car so they could call for me again."

When was 'younger'? Aren't you just a high school student now? And the passengers probably remembered your license plate not to call for you again, but to find someone to beat you up, right?

Chai Cuiqiao frantically complained in her heart, watching helplessly as Li Ang cleared his throat, built up his courage, and said with a smile to the white figure, "Miss, are you not answering because you're shy?

Oh dear, sorry, I didn't notice your hands are all blue with cold.

How about this, in the glove compartment in front of you, there's a mineral water bottle I peed in. Take a sip to warm up.

I've been feeling heaty lately, and I often drink chrysanthemum tea,

It has a lingering sweetness."

""

There was still no response. The woman in white just sat there, motionless.

Li Ang frowned and said softly, "Miss, why aren't you talking? Are you shy?

Or are you worried that your bad breath will ruin your image?

Don't be afraid, my mouth is also very foul.

People call me the Little Prince of Zuan verbal combat, Keyboard Virtuoso.

Win, and both parents are alive; lose, and the family tree ascends to heaven.

In a good situation, everyone's a brother; in a bad situation, everyone's a horse-faced demon.

The simplest trash talk, the ultimate enjoyment.

So, don't be shy, say something to me."

""

The pale figure was silent for a long time. Finally, she uttered a faint, thread-like voice, "Bible..."

Li Ang's heart stirred. He drove the vehicle forward, and asked, "What?"

"Give... me... tell... Bible..."

The woman said haltingly.

Li Ang's eyes flashed. He re-examined the woman's attire.

He could vaguely make out that the tattered dress was somewhat similar to a nun's white habit, except without the brown outer robe and black headscarf.

Li Ang took a deep breath. The meaning of the tutorial level with the monster under the bed

was that abnormal events could only be resolved without injury by following certain rules.

Chai Da Xiaojie was a little nervous. "This time we have to tell Bible stories. Do you know any? If not, let's just kill her."

"Don't rush."

Li Ang said silently in his heart, "I know the Bible well. I used to sing it every day. Don't worry."

"That's good."

Chai Da Xiaojie breathed a sigh of relief, but after a moment, she reacted. "Wait, sing?"

Before she could ask, Li Ang took a deep breath, built up for half a second, and then began to sing in the style of Peking opera: "Moses, left Egypt County,

Came to the Red Sea,

Before I speak, my heart is so miserable,

Passing angels, please hear my words,

Which one will go to heaven,

And ask God to help me dry up the sea water,

Don't cut off the Jewish roots,

I will repay you as a dog or horse in the next life!"

This passage of Peking opera singing was the famous Su San Starts Her Journey,

Li Ang reversed his previous wailing singing, singing this play in a plaintive and decisive manner, shocking the heart.

But the lyrics were about the story of Moses crossing the sea in the Bible.

The two combined were extremely discordant.

Chai Da Xiaojie was stunned, but Li Ang continued to sing, with Henan opera versions of the Gospel of John,

Flower drum opera versions of the Book of Joshua,

Quick-clapper talk versions of the Gospel of Mark,

And even a rap version of Revelation.

He sang with great skill, moving people to tears.

Let alone the pale figure,

Even Chai Da Xiaojie herself had the urge to piously convert and just beg Li Ang to stop singing.

"Where did you learn this skill?!"

Chai Da Xiaojie said, somewhat broken.

"The Elderly Activity Center in Yin City Neighborhood Committee."

While singing a Liuhai Cuts Firewood version of the Book of Isaiah, Li Ang silently said in his heart as a matter of course: "When I was poor, I often went to the Elderly Activity Center to do volunteer work.

As long as I played games and sang songs with the old men and women,

I could get free lunch, dinner, air conditioning, and wifi.

Well, I have to say that the old folks are really multi-talented, knowing all kinds of operas.

Especially when they held a Christmas opera and ballad activity before,

After listening next to them for a week, I could master all kinds of opera singing styles for all the scriptures.

You want to learn? I'll teach you."

""

Chai Da Xiaojie was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.