Chapter 365: Greed for Money and Not Returning It

The taxi driver felt a sudden chill all over his body, and the road ahead of him became less real.

It was as if something was blocking his eyes.

The driver frowned, thinking that he didn't get enough rest and his eyes were tired, so he rubbed his eyes with one hand.

It just doesn't work.

He had no choice but to cheer up and drive forward with his eyes wide open.

But as he was driving, he couldn't help but think of something in his mind, and his expression became a little complicated.

The staff member sitting in the co-pilot seat received the amulet handed to him by Fu Yang. He subconsciously wanted to ask the reason, but suddenly understood it the next second.

Sister Yang specially handed him a peace amulet. Why else could it be that? He must have bumped into something unclean.

The staff member felt unlucky and lucky at the same time. When he was about to ask how much the amulet cost, Fu Yang said:

"Just give me three hundred."

This is just a basic amulet, three hundred is enough.

The staff member smiled and transferred the money to her without saying a word.

The next second, the car jolted violently and stopped on the side of the road.

Several people in the car looked over.

"Master, what's going on? How are you driving?"

The taxi driver's face was pale at this time, and his lips were trembling, as if he was frightened.

The staff member stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him.

"Master, Master? Come back to your senses."

He muttered to himself, could it be that this driver is suffering from some disease and is now having an attack?

The driver still didn't respond.

Fu Yang said calmly:

"Wake up."

The driver trembled violently before he came to his senses.

He shouted loudly: "Ghost, there is a ghost!"

He was driving just fine when he suddenly felt his vision go dark, and then a voice sounded in his ears:

"Repay the money, pay the money—"

The voice seemed to be far away, yet it also seemed to be right next to his ear. He couldn't hear it clearly, but he knew it meant to pay back the money.

Fu Yang and the others looked calm.

The staff had amulets in their hands and Sister Yang was in the car, so they were not afraid at all.

"What the hell? Tell me, our sister Yang is a powerful celestial master, maybe she can help."

The driver hesitated when he heard this.

The staff member added:

"Don't disbelieve me, our Sister Yang is amazing. Others usually don't have the luck to ask her for a fortune-telling."

The driver thought, let’s just give it a try.

It won’t delay anything anyway.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard a clear and calm female voice.

"If you want me to tell you something, it's 3,000 yuan a divination. If you can't afford it, forget it."

The driver frowned immediately.

Obviously, he felt that three thousand yuan was too expensive.

Also, isn’t this Taoist priest too young?

The driver was hesitating when he heard the voice urging him to pay back the money.

He was suddenly startled and no longer cared whether it was three thousand or not.

The money was transferred immediately.

The driver thought that if these people dared to cheat him, he would definitely not let them go easily.

Fu Yang took the money and said:

"You are indeed haunted by a ghost, and you still owe him money."

When the driver heard this, he didn't say whether her calculation was accurate or not, and just listened to her continue.

Fu Yang:

"As for who is pestering you, I think you should have an idea in your mind."

When the driver heard this, he couldn't help but retort subconsciously:

"How should I know? I don't owe anyone money."

Fu Yang looked at him and smiled coldly.

"You don't owe anyone money?"

"Half a month ago, you picked up a 19-year-old young man. He took your car to the station, but when he got off, he mistakenly entered 1,000 yuan instead of 10 yuan. By the time he realized what was happening, you had already disappeared in your car."

"Later, this young man contacted you several times, trying to get you to return the excess fare. You ignored the messages he sent you, and you turned off your phone and refused to answer any calls."

Listening to Fu Yang's words, the driver frowned and retorted in a low voice:

"It's just a thousand dollars."

Fu Yang's voice became even colder.

"It's just a thousand yuan. Out of greed, you stole the extra money into your own wallet, but you don't know how much that money meant to that young man. His family wasn't well off to begin with, and he took that bus so he could go out and work. He lost all the money he had saved with great difficulty, and he committed suicide."

"What he kept thinking about before he died was that you took his money and didn't return it, and now it's haunting you."

"But even now, you still have no remorse. In that case, let him continue to pester you for the rest of your life."

The driver said stubbornly:

"How could I know he was so petty and so narrow-minded? Besides, he committed suicide, not me."

He already felt a little regretful at this time, but he still refused to admit that he had anything to do with the other person's death.

It’s just a thousand yuan. Can’t I earn it back by working a little longer?

At least seek death?

But when he thought of the messages the young man had sent him, asking him to pay back the money, he finally shut up.

Alas, if he had known this would happen, he would have honestly returned the money.

Fu Yang shook his head, feeling that he had suffered too little.

"Don't you know how to write the word cause and effect?"

As he spoke, Fu Yang opened the car door and got out, saying to Qi Lin and the others:

"I've already called another taxi. Let's switch."

Qi Lin, Yan Sihuai, and the staff, of course, listened to her and immediately got out of the car and stood together on the side of the road.

The staff looked at the driver with disdain and paid the fare.

When the driver saw this, he didn't know what he was thinking. He was just angry and didn't think it was his fault.

Seeing that there were no passengers in the car, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Soon, Fu Yang and others got into another car.

Yan Sihuai asked curiously:

"Sister, you really don't care about this?"

The young man was quite pitiful. He met such an unscrupulous driver and lost his life.

Fu Yang:

"Just wait, the driver will come again."

It's really a pity that the young man committed suicide. I will take him away after he has vented his anger.

It was already afternoon, and the road was surrounded by tall trees, making it look a bit dark and eerie.

The car that Fu Yang and his companions were in continued to drive forward, and they saw a taxi spinning in front of them.

It was the driver who embezzled the money and refused to return it.

The driver looked at the road on which he could not drive out, and the voice of "pay back the money" kept ringing in his ears. He became extremely panicked, his mind was blank, and he could not think of anything except fear.

He saw a car coming in the rearview mirror, opened the door and wanted to get out to ask for help.

But his car door seemed to be welded shut and couldn't be opened at all.