Chapter 95 - Mr. Bord’s Mouth Is Cursed
Chapter 95: Mr. Bord’s Mouth Is Cursed
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Moreover, the black smoke was coming out from the windows, not the exhaust pipes.
“The vehicle behind us is filled with evil spirits. We better lose them.”
“Why did they attach themselves to the vehicle instead of fly towards us?”
“Because they’re not fast enough. How fast do you think they are? Most of them are only slightly faster than humans.”
“So if they don’t have a car, they can never reach us?”
“I said most. A minority of them are actually the most dangerous ones.”
“What will they do?”
“I think it’s better for you not to know it, or you’ll have nightmares.”
Bang!
The car was bumped by the vehicle from the back. Both David and Bord were horrified.
David tried his best to maintain the stability of the car. “Sienna, think of something! Exorcise the spirits from that car!”
“I can’t, unless you can make it stop. Otherwise, I’ll be run over after I alight.”
“You’re a witch. How can you die from a car accident?”
“I’m not superwoman, you fool. Stop saying these kinds of stupid things.”
“So we can’t do anything now?”
“Lose the car.”
“Here goes nothing!” David stomped on the accelerator and the car shot forward.
Bord and Sienna were both flung to the back of their seats. The acceleration was too sudden and they were not ready for it yet.
There were not many cars on the road at the moment, but racing through the city at such a high speed still greatly frightened Bord and Sienna.
“Slower… Slower…”
“See? We’ve lost them.” David hit the horn in complacence. From the rear mirror, he could no longer see the spirit-occupied car.
“Lucky for us. If those evil spirits had a truck instead of a small car, the collision just now would have turned us over,” Bord said, patting his own chest.
Beep!
An ear-piercing beep exploded on the night roads.
The faces of all the three paled at once. They saw a vehicle with a strange red light appear behind them.
Those who have watched Transformers should all know how Optimus Prime looks like in his vehicle state.
A similar truck was chasing the three at the moment.
“Faster! Faster!”
“Go! Accelerate!”
Bord and Sienna both screamed in horror. It was indeed terrifying to be chased by such a giant.
A gentle kiss from the truck would absolutely turn the police car into a piece of junk.
David stepped on the accelerator again. Slash! The police car bolted forward, losing the truck behind it gradually.
“Lucky for us. As long as this car works fine, the truck can’t reach us,” Bord remarked, looking at the truck behind.
Just then, the car slowed down.
“Why’re we slowing down?”
“Err… It’s out of petrol…”
“Why?”
The car stopped. David shouted, “Run!”
The truck was already right behind them. Bord carried Aisha and charged out of the car. In the next instant, the truck collided with the car which flew for at least ten meters.
One second slower and they would all be crushed into nothingness.
The truck stopped somewhere not far from them. Because the road was too narrow, it could not turn around.
Suddenly, Sienna dashed towards the truck while muttering something in her mouth. Then, she waved her hand and sprinkled a handful of fluorescent powder.
Alarming howls were released from the black smoke. It looked as if something was about to break out of the smoke and leap towards Sienna.
However, when it touched the fluorescent powder floating in the air, it immediately retreated.
“God of Zuma, listen to my call. May your power fall and burn the evil before us.”
Right away, the fluorescent powder ignited in midair, blasting the smoke away.
“Done. The evil spirits here are gone.”
“It’s over?” Bord and David asked, confused.
“These are only the pawns. The real danger has yet to come.”
“What do we do now?”
“Onto this truck.”
The seats in the truck were broader and more comfortable than those in the police car.
David continued to be the driver, but there was clearly more excitement than horror on his face.
“I hope that this truck isn’t going to run out of petrol…”
Before long, the truck slowly stopped.
David and Sienna stared at Bord, who was petrified. “Really?”
“Mr. Bord, has your mouth been cursed?”
Sienna also tapped her own forehead. She had never been this unlucky.
“What do we do now?”
“What else? Find another car,” Sienna said, looking painful.
“How?”
Sienna scanned around her and took out a stacking doll from her pocket. Opening the head of the doll, a wave of black smoke flew out.
David and Bord subconsciously stepped back as the smoke looked familiar.
It looked like the evil spirits they had just encountered. The black smoke converged into a ferocious and frightening ghost face.
“Haha… Two delicious souls…”
Slap!
“Stop scaring them.” Sienna slapped onto the ghost face. “Let me introduce him to you. My father, Yiberg.”
“He, he, he…”
“Evil spirit, but now he’s my evil spirit servant.”
“He… He’s not going to devour our souls, is he?”
“Nope. Dad, go and get control of a car. We’re escaping from danger now.”
Yiberg unhappily floated to a car by the roadside. Soon, the headlights of the car were lit with red light.
“Please don’t pick a car without petrol…”
“Huh… this car’s out of petrol. Let’s choose another one.” Yiberg floated out again.
“Mr. Bord, please don’t speak for the rest of our journey. I can confirm that your mouth is cursed.”
Finally, Yiberg found them an SUV. The group boarded the car again.
David was about to sit onto the driver’s seat when Yiberg’s ghost face roared fiercely, “Scram! I haven’t driven for ten years already.”
David looked at Sienna in fright. Sienna only shrugged her shoulders. “Let him drive. If I summon him out and do not fulfill his wishes at all, he’ll be mad.”
Yiberg drove the car in much excitement and Sienna did not seem to be bothered.
However, David and Bord could not remain calm. Nobody could remain calm after knowing that an evil spirit was driving the car they were on.
More importantly, the ordinary SUV felt like an F1 vehicle in Yiberg’s hands.
“Ms. Sienna… Can you please… ask your father to… drive more slowly?”
“Do you know what his occupation was before his death?”
“What?”
“Racer?” Bord asked, uncertain.
“Bingo. He was an Isle of Man TT racer.”
“Luckily he’s not an F1 racer,” Bord said, patting his chest.
“He died on an F1 racing track.”