Chapter 150 Facing Death Head-on
The curse of the Soul-Burning Stele is like a bone-deep infection; Jiang Peiling cannot escape the fate of being burned alive in every lifetime.
She was a famous opera singer who was falsely accused of being a sorcerer because of her own adaptation of "The Female Scholar," and was tied to a stage pillar and burned to death...
She was a battlefield nurse; when the field hospital was bombed by the enemy, her white dress was engulfed in flames...
In this life, Jiang Peiling was supposed to die in a gas explosion at a popular restaurant.
The moment the flames licked the ceiling, the gas cylinders in the kitchen exploded one after another, engulfing her in scorching steel and shards of glass.
His death on the eve of his most important match became a heartbreaking news story.
However, fate somehow led Lu Yao to this place as well, resolving her ordeal.
"Isn't that Perrin?!" Yao Muling's exclamation broke the silence.
Jiang Peiling noticed that everyone present turned to look at her.
The cool and stylish race car driver, who had been calmly directing the evacuation just moments before, now had slightly reddened ears.
Seeing everyone's excitement, Lu Yao looked bewildered.
"Perrin Jiang! Last year's F1 Melbourne Grand Prix champion, the first female driver in history to break the 1 minute 27 second barrier at Suzuka Circuit!"
Lu Yao didn't spend enough time online, so Yao Muling took out her phone and scrolled through the race results. "Perrin is of Chinese descent, born in Canada, but she chose to return to her ancestral nationality when she came of age and competed for her country, winning several first places in international racing events."
The screen showed Jiang Peiling standing on the podium, with a red flag fluttering in the wind.
You Qing matched the face with the name in the news and suddenly realized: "Is she going to participate in the Shanghai F1 race tomorrow?"
Lu Yao frowned slightly.
She stared at the fire mark between Jiang Peiling's eyebrows that was invisible to ordinary people.
The curse of the Soul-Burning Stele is re-forming.
The Shanghai racetrack at noon tomorrow will surely become a new crematorium.
"Do you have tickets?" Lu Yao suddenly asked.
Yao Muling replied decisively: "Yes!"
He immediately messaged his assistant: "[Immediately acquire VIP box tickets, even at ten times the price!]"
The next day at noon, the Shanghai International Circuit was bustling with activity.
As soon as Lu Yao and her group stepped into the VIP room, the copper coin in her hand suddenly trembled violently.
"The brake lines have been tampered with." Lu Yao made a hand seal with her fingertips, golden light swirling in her eyes. "The third bolt on the right rear wheel has a crack."
She suddenly pushed open the window and saw Jiang Peiling's No. 7 race car undergoing final adjustments in the maintenance area.
But we can't make a move now.
Lu Yao's knuckles turned white as she gripped the window frame tightly.
The fire mark between Jiang Peiling's eyebrows was faintly glowing; the curse of the Soul Burning Stele had already sealed this calamity.
Forcibly intervening at this moment will only cause the disaster to manifest in an even more dangerous way in the future.
Just like yesterday when she had everyone evacuate the mall, Jiang Peiling encountered an even more dangerous situation at the competition venue today.
Only by facing death head-on can we break the curse of nine lifetimes of reincarnation.
As Lu Yao watched Jiang Peiling walk away towards the race car, she recalled her master's teachings: "Calamities are like floods; it is better to channel them than to block them."
The moment the starting gun fired, Jiang Peiling's No. 7 race car shot off the starting line like an arrow.
The roar of the V6 engine was deafening, and through her goggles, she could clearly see the S-curve getting closer and closer.
That was the sharp turn known to drivers as the "devil's throat," the most dangerous section of the entire track.
Jiang Peiling silently recited the optimal cornering parameters in her mind, her gloved hands firmly gripping the steering wheel.
Just as the front wheels were about to cross the corner's critical line, a series of crisp metallic cracking sounds came from under the car.
"Snap—"
The third load-bearing bolt on the right rear wheel suddenly burst, and the high-speed spinning tire instantly detached from the rim.
The hydraulic hose ruptured under extreme pressure, and flammable brake fluid was ejected in a fan shape.
The device hidden in the guardrail's interlayer sensed the violent vibration and instantly ignited.
Orange-red flames shot into the sky, turning half of the bend into a hellish scene.
Screams erupted from the stands, some covered their eyes, unable to bear watching the tragedy unfold, while many more panicked and tried to flee the stands.
At the critical moment, a figure in blue leaped down from the railing of the stands.
Lu Yao's Taoist robe fluttered in the heat, and her bitten fingertip drew a blood-red talisman in the air:
"The profound origin of heaven and earth, the root of all Qi!"
A dazzling golden light burst forth from her palm, weaving into a huge net of light in mid-air, which instantly transformed into a translucent golden dome, enveloping the entire accident scene.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The flying, sharp metal fragments struck the barrier wall, producing a crisp sound like raindrops hitting glass.
The deadly debris that had been flying in all directions now seemed to have hit an invisible wall and fell to the ground.
The violent white phosphorus flames were compressed by the barrier into a slender pillar of fire, resembling a crimson tornado pointing straight to the sky.
The intense heat scorched and distorted the air, yet it could not penetrate the seemingly thin barrier of light.
Jiang Peiling's race car left three charred drift tracks within the barrier.
The out-of-control race car, like a wild horse, came to a steady stop at the last moment before crashing into the guardrail, just inches away from death.
Jiang Peiling coughed violently, her trembling fingers fumbling for the helmet buckle.
With a soft "click," the helmet, blackened by thick smoke, was finally removed.
Sweat rolled down her forehead, mixing with the oil stains on her face and leaving several messy streaks on her cheeks.
She blinked her eyes, which were stinging from the smoke, and through her blurred vision, she saw Lu Yao standing alone before the sea of fire.
The towering flames made that slender figure stand out exceptionally clearly.
The hem of her Taoist robe billowed like clouds in the heat, and as the fabric fluttered, it seemed to overlap with the image of the young girl standing with a sword in the courtroom.
Jiang Peiling's breath suddenly caught in her throat.
Memories that have been dormant for a thousand years are slowly awakening.
The scenes from my memory suddenly came vividly to life.
She saw Lu Yao turn around, with twisted and rising flames behind her, and her cold face remained as calm as it had been back then.
On that rainy day, the raindrops clinging to the girl's Taoist robe refracted tiny sparks of light under the sunlight filtering through the clouds, just like the flickering firelight in her eyes at this moment.
"road……"
Jiang Peiling opened her mouth, only to find that her voice was hoarse beyond recognition.
She instinctively reached for the copper coin pendant on her chest, but only touched the racing suit that was scorching hot from the intense heat.
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