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"At that moment, Wang Jianguo also saw the 803 bus, which had managed to get ahead despite setting off later. He offered an apologetic smile and explained to Yan Junze, "Sorry, young man. We would have already reached the city center if it hadn't been for the traffic jam."

"It's fine, master," Yan Junze said with a smile. "Just head to FH Community now, I'll give you the extra two hundred as agreed."

Wang Jianguo was momentarily taken aback, his eyes lighting up with joy as he nodded, "Alright. It seems like the point of collision is not far from here. Once we get past this stretch, the road conditions will improve and we'll quickly reach FH Community."

"Mm."

Yan Junze fell silent and turned his head, only to find that the 803 bus, which had been in the lane next to them, had now squeezed ahead and managed to wedge itself into the lane closest to the sidewalk.

Whenever that driver needed to change lanes, he would just swing the front of the bus into the lane, cutting off the cars behind, who then wouldn't dare to move forward.

It wasn't really that they didn't dare, but more that any collision would involve calling the police, insurance companies, and assessors, taking a lot of time.

Without coming across someone who was particularly insistent, private cars usually yielded and let buses cut in.

While Wang Jianguo's lesser-known brand car was still stuck in traffic, Yan Junze saw the 803 bus already stopping up ahead, with passengers getting off.

Soon after, the 803 resumed its journey and quickly disappeared into the sea of cars.

After inching forward for another seven or eight minutes, they finally reached the location of the earlier fender-bender. Indeed, three cars had scraped against each other, and the drivers were still arguing on the roadside, with no sign of the traffic police.

Once they got past this traffic jam, the road ahead opened up and the cars started to accelerate.

Wang Jianguo couldn't wait. He'd collected an extra two hundred from Yan Junze and hadn't yet shown the value of that extra money. He now pressed down hard on the accelerator and surged forward.

After driving for about two minutes, when they were about to turn right, there was someone standing by the roadside.

As a qualified and even quite outstanding illegal taxi driver, Wang Jianguo had developed a conditioned reflex. Whenever he saw someone standing by the road, he would instinctively pull over and lightly tap the brakes, then roll down the window and call out, "Where to?"

These street-side pickups were quite common; they'd even become an unwritten rule, whereby drivers didn't have to ask their passengers for permission anymore.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Wang Jianguo gently braked, his habit to stop and ask taking over, when Yan Junze also leaned forward to look and immediately recognized the person standing by the roadside.

Lv Xin, wearing casual clothes and expressionless, was standing at the curb, raising his hand and waving to the approaching car.

"Master," Yan Junze spoke up, "I've added two hundred to your fare, and now you're still picking up riders on the street. Do you think that's appropriate?"

Wang Jianguo suddenly realized his mistake, looked quickly at Yan Junze with an apologetic face, "Sorry, occupational habit. Moving on now, not picking up anyone on the road, no more passengers!"

At this point, the car was almost coming to a stop, and Lv Xin bent down, peering in through the window as though he was about to get in. Wang Jianguo waved him off, "Not taking passengers."

Saying that, he floored the accelerator and darted away.

Yan Junze looked back and saw that the man had straightened up without any show of emotion and started following in the direction in which the car had driven off, at a leisurely pace.

"He's still following." Seeing this, Yan Junze became even more convinced of the plan in his mind.

The road became incredibly smooth, and in less than twenty minutes, they arrived at FH Community.

Having not been home for many days, Yan Junze was greeted with the familiar surroundings, and in that moment, he felt a sense of great relief.

Of course, he knew that things were just beginning and it wouldn't be easy.

At this time, people who were working or studying had already left, leaving behind only some elderly people and children at home.

Yan Junze didn't want to disturb anyone else. He returned home, placed his backpack down, then left the house without closing the door behind him. But instead of going downstairs, he went straight up to the fifth floor.

Because of the Resentful Granny, the entire fifth floor had long been unoccupied, the entire floor deserted and covered in dust. Ever since the last "Ghost-eating" task, even the community's cleaners had stopped coming up to clean.

Yan Junze arrived at the fifth floor and stood at the stairwell, taking a brief look downstairs before moving into the corridor of the fifth floor.

After the "Evil Spirit-eating" task had been completed, the exorcist resealed room 503, and till now, no one had gone back inside.

Moreover, Yan Junze did not intend to enter it now either. Stay connected with empire

The reason he had come to the fifth floor was simple: there was nobody here, which was convenient for carrying out the plans he had next.

He walked from one end of the corridor to the stairwell and back again three times. The entire fifth floor was very quiet, with not a single anomaly.

Yan Junze could hardly wait any longer, pulling out his phone to check the time and estimating how long it would take for Lv Xin to reach this place on foot.

Of course, that guy could no longer be considered human, so you couldn't estimate his walking speed using normal human standards. Maybe he moved very slowly, or maybe he was faster than an airplane.

After another round trip on the fifth floor, the surroundings remained quiet with no signs of strangeness. Yan Junze stopped, leaned on the corridor railing, and rested his cheek on his hand, lost in thought.

Why wouldn't she appear? In the past, he would encounter her just by casually passing by a place, and just now, he had inadvertently met her at the deserted bus station. So why, at this critical moment, had she decided to play a game of hide and seek?

Yan Junze was getting impatient. Standing at the entrance of the fifth-floor stairwell, with a thought, he released Ke'er from the Spacetime Atlas.

"Ke'er, you're the most sensitive to higher-level strangenesses. Quickly help me check where the Back-faced Woman is," Yan Junze instructed.

No sooner had he finished speaking than he noticed Ke'er's reaction was somewhat off.

Usually, this little girl would immediately cling to Yan Junze's back upon appearing, but now, she not only refrained from embracing him but also took a step back in the opposite direction, her gaze fixed intently on the end of the corridor.

Yan Junze turned to look and saw, at the very end of the fifth-floor corridor, in the corner where rubbish had accumulated, a white figure silently standing there, motionless.

With one look, he confirmed it was the Back-faced Woman, without a doubt.

How long had she been there? He hadn't even noticed her appearance!

Yan Junze's eyes brightened as Ke'er beside him let out "yah yah" warning sounds and turned to run.

But she was recaptured into the Spacetime Atlas by Yan Junze a step ahead, thwarting her attempt to escape.

Yan Junze rubbed his hands together and approached the Back-faced Woman.

He was about to initiate the task "Look at Her Face" at this moment, even though it seemed to be started hastily and he wasn't fully prepared, but given the pressing situation, he had no time for careful planning.

As he walked towards her, he pulled up the task information to refresh his memory.

[Task Name: Look at Her Face;

Task Level: Hair-raising (Low);

Task Background: None.

Task Description: Look at her face, ask her what she needs;

Task Reward: 1000 Different Dimension Energy points;

Task Penalty: Unknown;

Task Tips: 1. This evil spirit cannot be locked down; 2. She is like a maggot at one's bones; 3. You may call her—Back-faced Woman;

Remarks: You cannot fathom how terrifying a madwoman can be.]