novelraw Chapter 140: One is a piece of trash, a group is a pile of trash
Chapter 140: One is a piece of trash, a group is a pile of trash
"Everyone, get ready!"
In front of the semicircular building, a loud shout rang out, and all the evil ghosts gripped the handlebars of their bikes, getting ready to start.
Suddenly, a dull rumble echoed throughout the mountains.
The number of ghosts who had successfully acquired motorcycles and were participating in the final death race was around four hundred.
The 1000KM track was practically devoid of straight roads; it was all a circuit winding around the mountains, with some sections even breaking off directly between cliffs, beneath which were sharp spikes emitting ghostly energy.
Falling from such a place, even with the level of a soldier, one would lose their qualifications to compete if they were careless.
It’s not just these, the track is also filled with all kinds of traps, one small misstep could be fatal.
Of course, danger didn’t just come from the track, what was more terrifying were the competing opponents beside them.
Apart from Alexander and the other four participants, those who came to compete were all evil spirits with deep-seated grudges.
They, some were for money, some were purely to join in the fun.
There were also many desperados who weren’t afraid of death, in fact, many came specifically for this final death race.
At the very front, a burnt ghost, who looked like charred wood, with sparks flying all around, glared at a drowned ghost, whose body was mangled and dripping water, beside him, revealing a gruesome smile:
"Carl, this time, I will definitely crush you into pulp with my motorcycle!"
"Liu Qi, do you think I would be afraid of you? Last time I only knocked you off the cliff, sparing you a small life, this time, let’s see if you’re still that lucky!"
The drowned ghost named Carl didn’t show any weakness either, returning the glare with a lethal look.
Both ghosts were at the soldier level, clearly holding grudges for a long time.
Such evil spirits were not uncommon, each showing a menacing look, the competition hadn’t even started yet, but the bloody and violent atmosphere had already filled the venue.
"I say, do you guys still have the mood to compete with each other? This time, our limelight has been stolen! The guy is riding a Fierce-level Ghost Motorcycle, I’m afraid the first place has already been booked by him!"
A strange voice echoed.
Suddenly, everyone’s gaze was directed towards the rear, in the direction of Alexander!
It was that blade ghost who had directed the washing machine ghost to test Alexander!
Alexander’s gaze turned cold.
This guy, obviously did it on purpose!
One sentence, and he directly became the focus of everyone’s attention.
"What, do you think you can go unnoticed by hiding in the back?"
The blade ghost looked at Alexander with a mocking gaze and said: "Who let you not know how to be low-key and steal the limelight! Don’t worry, we’ll ’take good care’ of you along the way!"
When he said ’take care’, the blade ghost deliberately emphasized the words, looking maliciously at Alexander.
Such things were too common in the horror world. The ghosts were full of resentment and fury. Once they found someone disagreeable, they would go to great lengths to bring that person down, even torture them until they wished they were dead.
Alexander wanted to keep a low profile, to avoid trouble as much as possible, but now, due to the blade ghost’s fuss, he had become a public figure and there was no longer a need to stay low-key.
With a murderous glint in his eyes, Alexander returned the gaze without showing any weakness and calmly said:
"The environment here is pretty good, a great place for you to be buried! Oh right, you don’t have any bones to bury! But your body full of blades really disgusts me, so... why not just bury it here!"
"Arrogant! I hope your driving skills can be as arrogant as your words!" The blade ghost retorted fiercely.
"Damn it, crash into him! He’s talking about driving skills in front of me, I’m going to blow him up!"
Before Alexander could reply, Richard’s phantom appeared in the air, looking at the blade ghost and surveying the scene with an arrogant gaze.
He said: "Not a provocation, but when it comes to driving skills, everyone here is rubbish!"
"Crush! Who are you talking about!"
"Damn motorcycle ghost, I’m going to tear you apart!"
"Damn! I’m not racing today, I have to kill this piece of trash!"
...
Richard’s words not only angered the blade ghost, but also all the other ghosts present who were glaring fiercely at Richard’s phantom.
"Boss..."
Although showing off was fun, being stared at by hundreds of evil ghosts, Richard couldn’t help but shrink his neck and looked back at Alexander: "I think I’ve caused trouble again!"
"No, you’re absolutely right!" A smile appeared on Alexander’s face and he casually said: "One is a piece of trash, a group is a pile of trash, offend them if you offend them!"
Alexander was being so arrogant, of course, not because he was just showing off like Richard. Originally, his plan was to keep a low profile in the early stage, get to the front, and then turn back to kill these ghosts.
Now with Richard stirring things up, it seemed impossible to get to the front without using his ghost shadow speed. But in order to win, the ghost shadow speed must be saved for the critical moment.
And these ghosts, as long as they can be killed, each one can turn into ghost food!
Every grain of rice and every bowl of soup should remind us of how hard it was to obtain it. Every ghost and every meal should be gathered into our collection.
If I can’t rob these malevolent ghosts, then I’ll have to let them try to rob me, thought Alexander.
His words did indeed provoke further outrage, filling the air with an even thicker malice from the hundreds of resentful ghosts present.
"Boss, don’t you think this is a bit too harsh?" Richard asked, genuinely afraid as he felt the palpable murderous intent radiating from the ghosts around him.
His earlier taunt was one thing; it would cause many to bear a grudge, but none would give up the race just to kill him. But Alexander’s provocation was a different matter entirely, enough to send any sane ghosts into a rage.
"Harsh? I’m just letting them know the truth in advance," Alexander shrugged and replied.
"The preparation time is over. The countdown begins now! 10, 9, 8..." Just as Alexander was about to further incite the ghosts, the countdown timer began.
Normally, at this point, the ghosts would be ready to start their engines and race out, but most were still glaring at Alexander, a testament to the potency of his words.
"4, 3, 2, 1... Begin!" As the countdown ended, a deafening roar echoed through the mountains as motorcycles shot out like lightning.
Alexander too twisted his throttle to the limit at the same moment. His golden motorcycle transformed into a bolt of lightning, charging onto the race track.
But just as the cluster of motorcycles bolted onto the track, before they could even spread out, several enraged ghosts couldn’t wait any longer. Almost simultaneously, four or five motorcycles around him charged at Alexander without any hesitation.