I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 167 - 137: Its Speed Like the Wind, Its Movements as Thunderous

Chapter 167: Chapter 137: Its Speed Like the Wind, Its Movements as Thunderous

Under the cover of the deep night, the secluded road was far from the hustle and bustle and the brilliant lights of the city.

The street lights were sparse, their dim yellow glow struggling to cast mottled shadows, adding a touch of haziness and mystery to the quiet space.

Suddenly, within this silence, a low and rhythmic roar of an engine sounded, shattering the peace of the night.

From a distance to near, two ghost fire youths were riding a motorcycle together, like a meteor slicing through the night’s stillness.

They rode a modified motorcycle with flashing lights on its body and a thunderous engine roar that was deafening, resembling the moving neon of the night.

"Cang Ying Guo, should we speed up now?"

The rider in front, with a Guangxi accent, couldn’t help but quietly complain to the big brother behind him.

In the past, they would ride recklessly through the streets.

Today, because the big brother had a butt injury and still wanted to go for a ride, they could only go very slowly.

"How many times do I have to tell you?"

"I am Cang! Cang! Cang! Cang Ying! Not some fly."

The big brother behind him, with dyed yellow hair, couldn’t help but hit the little brother’s helmet several times in front of him, turning his own hand bright red.

His stuttering speech wasn’t a stutter; he simply said "Cang" and then smacked the little brother’s helmet in front to vent his frustration.

"Speed, my ass, I already injured half my butt two days ago. If we go any faster, do you want the other half of my butt hanging on a tree?"

Dyed yellow hair Brother Cangying stopped hitting as soon as he finished, then answered his naïve Guangxi little brother’s question.

The day before yesterday, because he didn’t park the motorcycle properly, he fell and hurt his butt so badly that he couldn’t move it recklessly, which eliminated the idea of riding again in the short term.

But how could he bear it?

Unable to ride himself, of course, he would have his little brother take him for a slow ride to get his fix.

Of course, because they had to go very slow due to his butt, in order not to be laughed at, he had his little brother take this isolated and unpopulated small road for a leisurely ride.

"Alright, Cang Ying Guo~ I’ll ride slowly."

The little brother had just finished speaking,

When the big brother with the yellow hair behind him couldn’t help but continuously smack the little brother’s helmet several times again, causing his hand to become somewhat swollen.

And while the two were messing around,

A beam of high beams shone from behind them, illuminating most of the road.

Before the two had a chance to curse,

A van directly brushed past them and went away with a roaring engine noise.

It sped off into the distance in an instant, and its silhouette soon became too far to see clearly.

The wind it brought up with its speed made both of their heads buzz.

A cold sweat broke out from their backs instinctively.

At this speed, if it even grazed them, they would be shattered into pieces, east and west, without any chance of survival.

"Holy shit?! Driving so fast!!!"

"Do you think you’re an AE86?! Are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated or what?"

Brother Cangying couldn’t help but open his helmet and roar at the receding silhouette of the van.

His hoarse voice echoed in the empty street.

Although they weren’t touched, the feeling of skirting the edge of death just now still made him involuntarily feel waves of fear.

The last time he saw a van going that fast was in a certain movie where the van was delivering tofu; those drainage channel cornering skills were absolutely amazing.

"Cang Ying Guo, they don’t care about us; they’re already far away."

The little brother from Guangxi riding the motorcycle said quietly.

The two suddenly fell silent in awkwardness.

The soft moonlight that had been filtering down was blocked by clouds. The lighting around them seemed to dim along with their silence.

All they could hear was the low roar of the engine and the sound of the night wind gently brushing past their ears.

Suddenly!

A series of abrupt footsteps sounded and seemed to be getting closer.

Then, in the corner of their eye, they saw another incredibly fast shadow brush past them,

Just like the van, it disappeared like the wind in the blink of an eye.

That figure, like a ghostly apparition!

Passing by unnoticed, it vanished in an instant. The sudden footsteps also faded away until they disappeared.

Leaving the two riders frozen in place.

The little brother couldn’t help but pull the brakes to a stop, causing the injured Brother Cangying in the back to move forward from inertia and let out a pained cry.

"Sorry about that, Cang Ying Guo..."

"That... just now, that was a person, right?"

The little brother swallowed hard, his speech halting and his demeanor somewhat fearful.

The van speeding past might have made them both feel disrespected and like cursing.

But that person shadow just now.

It involuntarily made them both feel bewildered, followed by deep-seated fear.

Although they were going slow,

It was still a motorcycle after all.

Even if they were going slowly, it wasn’t something that an ordinary human could easily catch up to.

But just now,

They were overtaken by an unclear figure and were left without a trace almost immediately.

That speed made the little brother doubt he could catch up even if he put the motorcycle at full throttle.

"Hiss~ ha..."

"Nonsense, how can a person be that fast?!"

Brother Cangying clutched his painful butt and shouted a couple of times, then subconsciously retorted.

But after speaking, he realized something was wrong.

Hold on...

Both of them had seen themselves being overtaken by a figure.

In the middle of the night, if it wasn’t a person... could it possibly be a ghost?!

Thinking about this, he couldn’t help but get goosebumps.

The little brother next to him, clearly also struck by his words, had come to the same conclusion.

The two silently made eye contact.

It felt like the air around them suddenly grew colder, and an intangible fear spontaneously blossomed in their hearts at that moment.

"Head home?"

"Go home!"

The two voices rang out together: the lackey’s was questioning, Brother Cangying’s was an eager affirmation.

After speaking, the two of them immediately turned their motorcycle around.

...

After deciding to give chase,

Chen Yun turned and started running without hesitation.

He wasn’t very fast at the start, but then he began to recklessly increase his speed.

Following the van, which initially went straight and then took a few turns, he found himself on increasingly secluded streets.

On these deserted streets,

he felt like a speeding train, charging forward with unstoppable momentum.

He also felt like a burst of thunder erupting violently.

Truth be told, he rarely ran with such abandon.

Having always lived and studied himself in the vast city, opportunities like this were few and far between.

He remembered the last time he ran so wildly; it was in the jungle of Yibin Laojun Mountain, leaping from tree to tree like Tarzan.

But the feeling now was different.

He could run freely now, rather than being obstructed by all sorts of strange terrain.

This continuous acceleration gave him the subtle feeling that he might actually take off.

Not that he was literally taking flight,

but rather a sensation of a light and incredibly swift progression, the wind forming a wall in front of him, the feel of surroundings whizzing backward in a blur.

It was somewhat similar to actual physical flight.

To say that he could leave afterimages as he ran was by no means an exaggeration.

The ordinary world sprint records were child’s play compared to him now.

Even the fools who fantasized about a three-second hundred meters in the comments of many sprint videos could realize that feat with him.

And it wasn’t the kind of fluke "haha fast" three seconds for a hundred meters, but a genuinely effortless and terrifying speed.

At that moment, he was as swift as the wind, moving as fast as thunder!

His speed was even faster than three seconds for a hundred meters.

Fast enough that the seemingly modified van, speeding at 150 miles per hour, almost didn’t seem to be moving as fast as him.

No, to be precise, not almost.

It was for certain!

Chen Yun was sure that the van traveling at 150 miles per hour wasn’t as fast as him, he could easily rush up and overtake it.

But Chen Yun didn’t do that.

He simply followed from a distance with his 200-meter Transparent World Perception Ability, without immediately rushing to the van to make an American-style interception.

Let’s not even mention that he had never tried being hit by a vehicle to see if he could withstand the van’s impact at the speed of 150 miles per hour.

Even if he could withstand it,

the van, including the two people inside, most certainly could not.

Even if the two passengers had their seat belts fastened, the high-speed impact might exceed the protective capability of seat belts and airbags, leading to severe internal injuries, fractures, or even death.

Moreover, these two people didn’t fasten their seat belts at all.

And at such a high speed, the collision would cause great damage to the van’s body structure, undoubtedly leading to deformation or even disintegration of the vehicle, as the crumple zones would not be able to effectively absorb the huge impact.

At that point, the whole van might warp, fall apart, or even explode, and whether the people inside were wearing seat belts would hardly make a difference.

Thus, Chen Yun didn’t attempt an immediate interception.

Instead, he waited for the van to stop.

Fortunately, the opportunity to act didn’t take long to present itself.

Some fifteen minutes after speeding past a duo out on motorbikes at midnight, the van came to a halt at the roadside.

As the engine shut off,

silence once again enveloped the surroundings.

The escaped felon first looked back to make sure the child was still unconscious, the ropes around him not loosened.

He then checked his surroundings through the rearview mirror and windows, remaining vigilant even in the dead of night on these desolate streets,

fearing someone might appear from somewhere.

The night was like thickly condensed ink, impenetrable and deep. On both sides, sparse and towering trees stretched skywards, their shadows elongating.

They swayed gently in the breeze, whispering softly, adding an air of mystery and unease to the silent night.

This was a back road leading out of town, so remote that even the streetlights were sparse.

You could barely glimpse a distant light, its dim yellow rays spottily illuminating the road, each beam struggling against the encroaching darkness, ultimately futile.

At that moment, apart from the sound of wind rustling leaves, there seemed to be no other stir.

After pondering for a moment and confirming that no one was around,

the felon took the homemade shotgun from the passenger seat, gripped it tight, and opened the door to step out.

Standing among the trees at the roadside,

he held the homemade shotgun in one hand, while awkwardly opening the zipper of some pants he had stolen, and began to urinate.

Beneath the rustling sound of urine, a stream followed a parabola to the roadside weeds.

The criminal gazed into the endless night for a moment before shaking off and beginning to zip up his pants with one hand.

Even now, with no one around,

he still didn’t dare to let go of the shotgun.

Even though this made his action a bit cumbersome, it wasn’t important.

A whole day of hiding and fleeing taught him one thing: it’s always more reassuring to have a gun in hand.

He must stay vigilant at all times!

Only because of his thorough preparation with hideouts, escape routes, and the modified van, could he have escaped safely today.

However, due to his extensive preparation, he hadn’t needed to use the homemade shotgun or the child he had casually tied up to use as a hostage.

Now, all he needed was to leave Shucheng safely.

Then, he would truly be free as a bird in the sky, making it even harder for the police to catch him.

With these thoughts, the felon, who had just finished with his zipper, turned and got back into the idling van through the driver’s side door.

As soon as he shut the door,

a glance through the rearview mirror at the back seat froze him in place.

He saw a stranger,

who had appeared at some unknown time, sitting next to the sleeping child.

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