Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 104 I am a god, and I issue a decree

"..."

As the fishermen's chants rang out, the ghost truck was already giving it its all.

It was clearly a bizarre event from outside reality, yet it left two clear rubber tracks on the road, carrying the smell of an overheated engine mixed with the stench of blood, as it relentlessly crushed forward.

Crazy and domineering, crushing everything.

But the sound of fishermen's chants coming from the opposite direction instantly instilled a deep fear in this bizarre creature.

It saw Han Su standing in the middle of the road, and it also saw the chilling gaze shooting out from Han Su's right eye as blood flowed out.

In that instant, subconsciously, I seemed to recall some kind of frightening and painful experience from before.

The fear was so intense that it suddenly swerved, missed its direction, and crashed into something at an angle.

As they brushed past Han Su, they plunged headfirst into the fog ahead and disappeared from sight.

"Is the monster really trying to escape?"

Han Su recited the incantation and felt his spiritual power seeping out wildly from his right eye, condensing into a powerful force accompanied by the giant's shadow and frantic drumbeats.

Holding the Dead Sea Anchor in his left hand, ready to seize any opportunity to strike, he never expected that the ghost truck would not even have the courage to charge at him head-on, and would instead try to escape.

Now, people have been stationed at various locations outside. Theoretically, this bizarre truck has no chance of escaping, but we've gone to great lengths to lure you here, so why take the risk?

He gritted his teeth and pounced on it quickly.

He gathered his spiritual power in his left hand and then grabbed it hard.

He reacted incredibly quickly, so quickly that he grabbed the vehicle the instant he passed by the ghost truck.

Given the sheer size and incredible speed of the ghost truck, it would be extremely dangerous to even try to grab it, let alone crash into it head-on, let alone just reach out and grab it, as Han Su is doing now.

His body would be immediately torn to the ground by the ghost truck, or even dragged down, and then he would be run over by the rear wheels.

Humans can never fight machines with their bare hands.

Fortunately, Han Su was also in the state of chanting the fisherman's song at this time. His turbulent mental ocean had just awakened. He was unable to use his right eye to achieve a satisfactory effect, but it was his left hand's turn. The frenzied mental ocean made his left hand as hard as copper and iron, and he directly penetrated the metal body of the ghost truck.

Even so, Han Su's left hand, or rather his entire arm, was almost torn off by the ghost truck. The enormous kinetic energy was far beyond what the flesh and blood of his arm could withstand at that moment, but his left hand also experienced intense pain.

It felt like my skin was being branded with a hot iron, and I could clearly see a faint cross-shaped scar appearing on the back of my hand.

This is the copper scar from the previous life line, which was also recorded in the fishermen's chant, and it appears naturally at this moment.

As the ghost truck was about to plunge into the fog, its shadow began to fade, as if it were transforming from a real truck into a projection, and then gradually disappearing from the projection.

It is driving out of the real world.

But when Han Su grabbed it, its shadow solidified again, pulling it back into reality once more.

The next moment, Han Su flicked his right hand, activating the Dead Sea Nail, which instantly transformed from a short metal artifact into a precise and complex spear.

Blue arcs of electricity crackled around the spear tip. Han Su gathered the strength in his right arm, sensing the location of the engine within the crazed mechanical monster, and thrust it forward fiercely.

With all his might, he raised his right hand and thrust the Dead Sea Nail down, aiming for that sliver of opportunity.

If the ghost truck is mechanical, then this spear is aimed at its engine.

If this thing were a living creature, the spear would have pierced its heart.

The Dead Sea Nail's purpose is to directly destroy the grotesque core, eliminating its anchoring function. Piercing other areas is completely useless and may even destroy the weapon itself.

As for this bizarre machine, only a few spots at the front can directly penetrate its strange outer shell and reach its core.

Han Su's original plan was to melt its outer shell with his right eye before attacking head-on.

But now, in order to prevent the ghost truck from escaping, they chose to stab it on the left side of its front, above the tire.

Based on his previous impressions of the ghost truck and his recent observations, he had discovered that this was the area with the most flesh and blood tissue. Several thick blood vessels extended from the truck body into the truck. Areas with more flesh and blood tissue are also inevitably the thinnest.

"Om..."

But just as Han Su raised the Dead Sea Nail, preparing to stab it down, the ghost truck seemed to instinctively feel fear as well.

It was already unimaginable that it wanted to escape but was forcibly pulled back to reality. Now, sensing that it was in imminent danger, it suddenly began to spin wildly.

The wheels were all on the ground, leaving a deep scorch mark from friction, and the smell of burnt food hit my nose.

The sudden spin caused Han Su to be flung into the air.

The Dead Sea Spear in his hand was already quite heavy, and this time, it almost slipped from his grasp.

Fortunately, his left hand, empowered by the fishing chant, reached its maximum strength and gripped the truck tightly, preventing him from being thrown off.

But in this situation, the body is no longer under control. All that can be heard is the roar of the ghost truck engine, accompanied by bursts of rapid heartbeats, as kinetic energy accumulates wildly.

The force generated by spinning in place made his body and the Dead Sea Spear in his hand increasingly heavy. After all, this was a crazy truck. No matter how strong his left hand was, his body was about to give way.

This is the characteristic of bizarre things like ghost trucks—half real, half fake. On the fake side, he can suppress it with his left hand.

But the truth is that it is absolutely something that the human body cannot fight against.

At the same time, Han Su felt his mental energy being consumed wildly, endlessly concentrating in the cross-shaped scar on the back of his left hand. It was this consumption of mental energy that gave him the ability to temporarily hold onto the ghost truck.

But what followed was the rapid depletion of mental energy.

Han Su felt his mind go blank, like a sponge that had been squeezed dry. His left hand was so weak that it came loose.

However, his excellent spatial awareness and body control allowed him to stagger backward without falling.

His face was deathly pale, clearly showing signs of exhaustion and near collapse.

"Boom!"

Fortunately, at that moment, the ghost truck also became enraged.

It originally intended to escape directly, but was suddenly grabbed. Terrified, it then had the thought of fighting to the death.

This car has indeed been corrupted by human nature too much; Han Su's current exhaustion has given rise to greed within it.

He has a desire for revenge!

Taking advantage of Han Su's unsteady stance, they were about to charge straight at him.

Of course, there was no chance to build up strength, but the starting speed was still enough to crush Han Su into a rag doll.

But as Han Su staggered to his feet, he lowered his head and murmured to himself:

[I am about to plunge into the abyss!]

【…】

With his last bit of spiritual strength, he recited the spell number 01.

The mysterious power training I received at the Disaster Management Agency has been effective; at least I've learned to reserve some of my strength.

Perhaps to ordinary people, this spell is essentially meaningless, lasting only a blink of an eye.

But for Han Su, who needs a little time to "change the battery," even finding a few seconds of space is good.

woo-

The ghost truck had already started and was rushing straight towards Han Su, but under the headlights, Han Su's figure became extremely faint, as if he didn't exist.

This bizarre scene caused the ghost truck's two large headlights to emit a bewildered light:
What about people?

Hell?
But just as it was quickly discerning the difference, and the two headlights were becoming increasingly bright, it suddenly heard a weak voice beside it: "Do I command you to reveal yourself in the light?"

The ghost truck turned around with a rumble, its headlights shining out, revealing Xu Ji.

Seeing that Han Su was in a bad situation, the guy, who was hiding behind the railing outside the highway, immediately chanted a spell.

But when he saw the ghost truck's headlights shining directly at him, he shuddered and yelled, "No, no, you should stay in the dark..."

Enraged, the ghost truck lost Han Su's "presence" and Xu Ji's presence increased dramatically, causing it to change its target. With a loud crash, it was about to smash Xu Ji and the railing into pieces.

But at that moment, the ghost truck, which had just failed to find Han Su, suddenly heard a sound coming from above.

It suddenly retreated, but in the darkness, a figure leaped over from the side, jumping high and landing directly on its roof. It was Han Su, who had just finished changing the battery and rushed over.

This time, he jumped directly onto the roof of the car.

The ghost truck shuddered in fright, its beeping sound seeming to scream, "You scared me to death!"

Han Su showed no mercy, grabbing the car roof hard with his left hand and tearing a gash, letting out a blinding white light from his right eye.

Now that he was on the roof, he no longer had the chance to directly pierce the core of the Ghost Truck. However, since he occupied this position, he used his right eye to melt away the Ghost Truck's outer shell and then used the Dead Sea Nail in his hand to pierce the flesh and blood engine of this steel monster!

From the very beginning, when he planned to deal with the Ghost Truck, he never intended to hold back.

The reason for deploying so many people with the help of the Xu family is simply to prevent that monster from spying on them.

Because he wanted to give it his all but also didn't want things to drag on, he went all out from the start to fight for that investigator's license.

A voice, as if gritting his teeth, roared in his mind. The mental energy in his mind was being consumed frantically as if it were free, and in return, the ghost truck trembled in terror and fled in all directions like a wild dog.

This time, however, Han Su squatted directly on the hood of the car, releasing his mental power without wasting a single bit.

As the outer shell of the ghost truck began to melt, and its wildly beating core was about to be exposed, Han Su raised the Dead Sea Spear high.

Let's see how you escape!

(End of this chapter)