"There's something wrong with you!" Qiao Yuan said.
Toll collector: “???????”
"You didn't wish me a safe journey!" Qiao Yuan said seriously.
…
The toll collector's mouth twitched, then he smiled and said softly, "Hello, sir. Take care and have a safe journey."
Qiao Yuan shook his head again.
"You won't even say please?"
The toll collector clenched his fair little hands into fists, then lowered them, took a deep breath, and tried to keep a smile on his face.
"Hello sir, please take care and have a pleasant journey."
Qiao Yuan: "There are clear regulations on the highway that the speed cannot be lower than 60 kilometers per hour. You told me to slow down. Do you want me to break the law?"
Toll collector: “…”
"Hello sir, I wish you happiness every day and a safe journey." The toll collector put away the smile on her face.
"You can't even give me a perfunctory smile? I don't feel like you're trying to serve me wholeheartedly at all!"
The toll collector's eyes turned cold.
"If you keep on messing around like this, I'll call the police!"
…
Qiao Yuan smiled.
"You're not professional at all. I thought you were going to kill me."
"Can you tell me one in front of me?"
The toll collector didn't react at all, staring at Qiao Yuan like a corpse.
"I guess you're a new spirit who just joined the Pudu Society. Didn't your predecessors say anything to you?"
"In Nanshi, if you encounter someone with a knife in their back, run as far away as you can..."
Qiao Yuan pulled the handbrake and turned his body to the side, revealing a knife.
“…”
[Normal Energy +12]
Without even warming up, Qiao Yuan dealt with the strange spirit and then drove the car to the side.
Just at noon, when he was enthusiastically slaughtering alien spirits, he received a message from Bai Jin.
Go to this toll booth and you’ll find a surprise!
Therefore, Qiao Yuan rushed over in the middle of the night, wanting to see the surprise that Bai Jin mentioned.
…
An hour later.
The night deepened, and the cold wind blew, looking so desolate and lonely in the dark night.
Suddenly, a thin layer of mist drifted over the silent highway, oppressive and heavy.
Rows of figures shuttled through the thick fog, appearing and disappearing. Those figures had cruel and cold smiles on their faces, which looked particularly terrifying and weird in the deep darkness.
In front of it, a man in a psychiatric uniform is riding on the head of a corpse.
According to the king's instructions, he will lead a team of strange spirits to leave Nanshi and go to nearby cities to kill and expand the influence.
Soon, the mentally ill man noticed a figure standing in front of him.
Then he shouted at the top of his voice: "The ghost soldiers are passing through, the living should get out of the way!"
However, the person in front was blocking the intersection and did not give way.
"Every country has its own laws, every family has its own rules, and even the ghost soldiers have to pay tolls if they want to pass through." A voice came from the darkness ahead.
Looking at such a large number of ghost soldiers, Qiao Yuan couldn't help but smile.
So this is called a surprise!
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