"Master...Master..." The fear of having his life threatened overwhelmed Ah Biao. He was instinctively afraid, his legs went weak, and the title he uttered became a respectful one.
"Oh, you still recognize me?"
"I know him." Ah Biao couldn't help but swallow, nodding and bowing obsequiously, "You've come today to..."
"Racing? Isn't that what you wanted to do?"
"Oh, right, right, let's race!" Ah Biao completely ignored the dying Jiang Xuanxuan and quickly climbed onto his race car.
Anyway, he had already planted a bomb in Yu Sijin's race car beforehand. If Yu Linyuan wanted to go, he could go with him. If the two of them died together, it would fulfill one of his wishes.
Killing two arch-enemies in one fell swoop, it really is divine protection!
Ah Biao turned around with a grin, peering through his tiny, beady eyes as he watched Si Jin change her gloves again.
His red and white racing suit made him look dashing and spirited. At this moment, Si Jin no longer seemed like a sick young man; his aura was more like that of a lion overlooking the grassland.
Putting on the helmet and gripping the steering wheel with both hands feels like holding onto victory.
This sight startled Ah Biao, but he quickly scoffed dismissively.
What kind of racing car can a sickly person drive? He probably wouldn't even need bombs; he'd scare himself to death halfway through.
He's waiting to see!
Ah Biao put on his helmet, stepped on the gas, and as soon as the signal gun fired, he immediately shifted gears and stepped on the gas. But as soon as he stepped on the gas, he saw that Si Jin's race car had already sped away several meters.
All that remained on the track was a wisp of white smoke.
A Biao was unwilling to give up and immediately drove after him, but no matter what he did, he couldn't speed up. He was unwilling to be overtaken by a sickly little guy like this, and complained, "Why is this car so heavy?"
The navigator beside me also noticed something was wrong. "There seems to be something else in the car. I looked back... Ahhhhh!"
But at first glance, he saw a ghost wearing a white dress, with disheveled hair and blood streaming from its eyes.
This ghost was someone he had personally killed while working with Ah Biao.
The navigator's shout startled A Biao, who seemed to know there was something terrifying behind him. He didn't dare turn around, but silently reduced the speed of the race car, wanting to run away.
But suddenly, bang—
A ghost in a red dress landed directly in front of the windshield, startling Ah Biao so much that his face turned pale, and he immediately dropped the steering wheel, his heart pounding.
"Stop...stop the car..." Ah Biao's lips trembled as he stepped on the brake, muttering the next steps in order to calm himself down: "Stop the car quickly..."
But the navigator next to him suddenly cried out, "We can't stop! There's a bomb in the back of our car!"
He said, "It's a speed-controlled bomb. It starts counting down when the car slows down and explodes when the car stops!"
how so……
How could this be...
There was a ghost ahead, so he had to stop, but stopping meant certain death. He was caught in a dilemma, with no other choice.
Ah Biao was in despair, even more so than when he was being chased by Yu Linyuan. It was as if he had reached a dead end and could only let himself sink little by little.
Shortly after, bang—
The car exploded, bursting into a dazzling firework on a deserted road.
Ahead, Si Jin saw that little light in the rearview mirror and asked the person next to her with a smile, "Is it pretty?"
"Okay, sure." Yu Linyuan blurted out, his steady voice containing a hint of barely perceptible pleasure.
"But A-Yuan, the road ahead is blocked, there's a bottomless abyss!" Si Jin suddenly said nervously, but did not slow down the car.
With no one else on the track, isn't this the perfect opportunity to put on a show?
"Ah Yuan, what do we do?" The boy's eyes reddened instantly, it was impossible to tell whether it was from sadness or excitement: "I can't step on the brakes, did Ah Biao tamper with the car? What... what do we do?"
Yu Linyuan's eyes were serious. He lowered his gaze and pondered for three seconds before raising his hand to remove Si Jin's helmet, and then removed his own.
His eyes, behind the gold-rimmed glasses, were earnest and full of emotion. He said, "If I only had less than ten seconds left to live, I would..."
"Hmm..."
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