Every time they were about to head to the next city, the girls were always in high spirits.
Today was no exception. They chatted as they walked, planning what to eat and where to go once they arrived in Ya'an in the afternoon.
Soon, the group reached the bustling Sifang Street in the ancient city, found a random restaurant for their final meal in Licheng, and then made their way to the parking lot.
Zhong Qing looked enviously at the four girls gathered around Su Yang's car; she wanted to ride with Su Yang too.
But since the car could only seat five people, she had no choice but to ride in Meng Wenzhou's car.
At that moment, Meng Qianyu stood by the rear door. She first glanced at Pan Ning, who was beside her looking down at her phone, then tilted her head to peer inside the car window at the place where a major event in her life had happened just last night, her heart suddenly racing.
Feigning composure, she pulled the car door open and got in first. However, the others didn't seem to notice the subtle change in her expression and followed her into the car.
......
Licheng was about 700 kilometers from Ya'an. The group decided to drive straight through without stopping anywhere else along the way.
They wouldn't be staying long at the next few destinations either, planning to linger a bit more only after reaching Shengcheng to stock up on all the supplies needed for entering the uninhabited zone.
After everyone was in the cars, the three vehicles slowly pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the highway toll station.
At 11 a.m., the three cars entered the Licheng highway toll station one after another.
Next came the boring highway stretch. After driving normally for an hour, they thought this leg of the journey would be as smooth and unobstructed as the previous ones.
But unconsciously, the traffic on the road began to gradually increase, forcing them to slow down and follow the flow.
The navigation warned of a traffic accident 1.3 kilometers ahead. After crawling along for over half an hour, traffic finally returned to normal.
Shortly after, as the three cars passed through two tunnels, the clear sky instantly turned overcast with dark clouds.
Large, sparse raindrops began to fall from the sky. For safety, everyone slowed down again.
But not long after, the sparse rain quickly turned into a downpour. At the far end of the straight highway, a mass of dark, oppressive clouds enveloped the distant mountains and road. Looking through the windshield, it seemed as if they were driving towards an apocalyptic scene.
Blue-purple lightning flashed intermittently within the clouds in the sky.
Boom~ Boom.
Two loud rumbles came from the distant horizon. Bean-sized raindrops began pelting the windows with a crackling sound, and in an instant, the downpour escalated into a torrential storm.
Su Yang turned the wipers to the highest setting, but the rain was so dense it was like a wall. Outside the windshield, everything was just a blur, making the road completely indiscernible.
"This rain, how did it just come out of nowhere?" Su Yang complained.
"Slow down a bit more," Pan Ning said calmly from the passenger seat.
On the highway, vehicles that had been speeding quickly reduced their speed and turned on their hazard lights. Su Yang followed suit, switching on both the hazard lights and the front and rear fog lights.
"The dark clouds ahead look so oppressive! You can't even see the road!" Meng Qianyu, in the back seat, leaned forward, clutching the passenger seat headrest to peer ahead.
Su Qingci chimed in, "Yeah, it feels really scary~"
"Qianyu, tell them in the group chat to drive slower. The rain's too heavy now."
"Oh, okay~" Meng Qianyu agreed and picked up her phone to send a message.
Pan Ning turned to look at the rain-streaked window. "How long until the next service area?"
"We just passed one. The next one is over forty kilometers away."
"Alright, then there's no choice."
Tang Ziyun, also in the back, watched the pouring rain outside. "Who knows how long this rain will last. If it keeps up, we probably won't make it to Ya'an this afternoon."
"It's fine, we're not in a hurry. If necessary, we can stay in Xicang tonight and continue to Ya'an tomorrow morning."
"Okay, safety first."
......
Swoosh~ Swoosh~ Swoosh.
The heavy rain was like bathwater poured down by the gods from heaven; it could no longer be called rain but was practically a waterfall.
Many cars had slowed to 20-30 mph, crawling along. Some had even pulled over onto the emergency lane and stopped completely.
However, one particularly outrageous white sedan suddenly and without any warning came to a hard stop not far ahead of Su Yang.
Seeing this, the hearts of the three in the back seat leaped into their throats. Before they could even open their mouths to warn him,
Su Yang slammed on the horn, then glanced in the rearview mirror and swiftly swerved the car into the left lane.
"Damn it! What the hell are you doing?!!" Su Yang yelled angrily the moment he changed lanes.
But as soon as his words fell, a loud BANG sounded.
A black SUV following behind him couldn't brake in time and slammed into the rear of the white sedan, shoving it forward.
"Ahh!"
The three in the back instinctively cried out.
"A crash!"
"Damn, what kind of idiot is that! Just stopping suddenly like that while driving."
Pan Ning shook her head at the sight. "That's just asking for trouble."
"Exactly. There might be more cars piling up. Qianyu, quickly tell Lao Meng and Fatty in the WeChat group to move their cars to the left or right lanes, not the middle lane. There's been an accident."
"Okay!" Meng Qianyu agreed and hurriedly pulled out her phone to start a group voice call.
After two rings, the call connected, and the voices of Zhang Ziming and Liu Bo came through.
"What's up, Qianyu?"
"There's been an accident in the middle lane ahead of us. Brother Su Yang says you should drive in the left or right lanes."
"Ah? An accident? Are you guys okay?"
"We're fine~"
"That's good. Okay, got it~"
"Mhm, that's all. Drive safely."
"Okay~"
After hanging up, Su Yang continued driving forward. The rain showed no sign of letting up; if anything, it seemed to be getting heavier.
The road was already shrouded in rain and mist, visibility extremely low.
Everyone in the car except Su Yang and Pan Ning was on edge the whole way, afraid that another bizarre car might appear ahead without warning.
They continued driving slowly like this for over ten minutes before the torrential rain finally eased into a normal moderate rain, and visibility recovered slightly.
Su Yang didn't occupy the fast lane. He changed back to the middle lane and accelerated a bit. Shortly after resuming normal speed, a red car, trailing a plume of water mist, sped up rapidly from the left rear.
Su Yang was driving at 90 km/h, while the other car's speed was estimated at around 130 km/h.
He thought the car would overtake normally, but who knew, just as it was about to pass Su Yang, it suddenly swerved violently. Whether its front or rear wheels lost traction, the entire vehicle instantly spun out of control.
Seeing this, Su Yang's whole body tensed up. He immediately floored the accelerator. The three in the back, caught off guard, were thrown back against their seatbacks.
Whoosh!
Just as they surged forward, the out-of-control red car to their left spun and slid from behind the Cullinan's tail across two lanes to the right, crashing with a BANG into the guardrail on the emergency lane. It then bounced back a stretch, coming to a stop sideways across the right lane and the middle lane.
Looking in the rearview mirror at the red car with its entire front end smashed in and still emitting white smoke,
Su Yang was utterly speechless. This was the closest he had come to being in an accident during all his recent driving.
Fortunately, my reaction was quick enough just now, and the Cullinan's acceleration was powerful enough to help us dodge a disaster. Otherwise, if we had been hit, the car might have flipped.
He stared into the rearview mirror: "What's going on today? Keep running into idiots!"
"Ah! That scared me to death!!" Meng Qianyu exclaimed, nervously patting her rapidly rising and falling chest.
The other two beside her also shared the feeling of having narrowly escaped a catastrophe.
Pan Ning frowned slightly. "How could we encounter two such accidents in a row?"
"Who knows? Damn it, maybe today just isn't a good day to go out?"
If it weren't for the rain and the fact they were on the highway, Su Yang would have really wanted to get out and give the guy from just now a piece of his mind.
"Are you three okay? Did you get hit anywhere?"
"No, no, we're fine."
"That's good. By the way, why aren't your seatbelts on? Buckle up, quickly."
"Oh, right, okay." The three of them hurriedly pulled their seatbelts on and fastened them.
"By the way, Qianyu, remind Lao Meng and the others again to stay in the left lane. There's another accident up ahead."

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"