I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 192 - 155 Remote Divine Descent! Divine Travel!_2

Chapter 192: Chapter 155 Remote Divine Descent! Divine Travel!_2

This was an entirely acceptable flaw.

Just as he was contentedly mulling over this, the large door of the van suddenly opened.

In his out-of-body experience state, his range of perception had also weakened, and he only realized what was happening a moment too late.

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Two o’clock in the afternoon.

A delivery truck, full of various packages, slowly entered a service area beside the highway.

The doors opened, and two delivery guys, wearing uniforms and masks, jumped out, with a hint of weariness in their eyes.

They stretched their bodies in unison, then worked out the stiffness from driving for so long, and headed towards the dining area of the service area together.

Inside the restaurant, there was a hustle and bustle of people, most of whom were drivers like them, refueling their energies during a brief break. The air was filled with the aroma of food ranging from steaming noodles to golden, crispy fried chicken, tempting the taste buds of each person there.

"That Boss Zhou, making us hit the road without so much as a breather today, driving over a thousand kilometers—he’s really working us to the bone."

The tall, skinny delivery guy complained to his colleague behind him as they approached a serving window.

Upon hearing this,

the slightly plumper delivery guy following behind responded in a low voice, "It’s not too bad; at least there are two of us to take turns driving, and we’ve got a four- or five-day time frame."

He could accept that.

He understood why this new colleague might find it hard to accept.

But for him, a professional long-haul driver with over a decade of experience, this workload was pretty normal.

"It’s not the work that’s hard,"

"I’m mainly upset that we had to set off without even eating. That’s just inhumane."

The skinny, tall delivery guy expressed his irritation as he took his portion of food from the serving auntie at the window.

"True, if we don’t grab a few bites now, who knows when we’ll get to eat next."

The slightly plump delivery guy nodded in agreement, promptly filling up his plate with food and joining his colleague at a table to sit down.

The two of them chatted and laughed as they ate.

Soon,

after finishing his meal, the skinny, tall delivery guy stretched and, after a quick word to his colleague, headed back towards the direction of their truck.

"Right, when you’ve finished eating, could you please check if the van doors are properly locked? Be careful we don’t lose any packages."

"Even in a service area, we need to watch out for fuel thieves."

The chunkier delivery guy spoke to his departing colleague between mouthfuls of food.

Upon hearing this,

the tall, skinny delivery guy waved his hand nonchalantly behind him, signaling he understood.

In the service area’s brief haven of rest, the afternoon trickled away lazily. The sunlight, filtering through the sparse clouds, cast a patchy glow on the ground, adding a touch of languor to the busy locale.

Among the crowd, a skinny, tall long-distance delivery driver had just finished his belated lunch.

Clad in a faded but clean work uniform, marked with traces of dust and a few spots of grease, it chronicled the evidence of his long journey.

His tall figure stood out in the crowd as he deftly navigated through the bustling service area, sidestepping queues of trucks waiting for fuel, avoiding leisurely strolling families, and heading towards the delivery van that had been his companion through thick and thin, parked in a distant corner.

From afar,

the skinny, tall delivery driver was certain no fuel thieves had tampered with the vehicle.

It seemed unlikely, after all, this was a service area, supposedly under surveillance.

He thought his colleague was being overly cautious.

But glancing at his colleague who was now looking out of the service area restaurant window at him, he decided he should at least show some respect for his colleague’s concern.

So he slowly opened the rear doors of the cargo area, turned on the van’s built-in lights, intending to just give it a cursory glance before closing it off.

At first glance, nothing in the van seemed out of the ordinary.

Except for a few delivery packages floating just beneath the ceiling of the truck.

Everything looked pretty normal.

He was just about to bow his head to pull out his keys, ready to close and lock the van’s door when he froze in his tracks.

Wait a minute...

Packages floating in the air??!!

The skinny, tall delivery driver widened his eyes, suddenly coming to his senses.

Since when could packages float in mid-air?

This was not normal at all!

With a surge of panic, he looked up sharply.

But the parcel that had just floated up in his field of vision was now nowhere to be seen.

What he saw was utterly normal.

Inside the van, numerous express parcels were carefully sorted and secured using trays, nets, straps, or airbags.

Small items were placed on dedicated shelves or within partitions, while larger objects were directly piled at the bottom or sides of the van. There was an appropriate gap between each layer of items to allow for airflow and easy inspection.

The van was silent.

Only he, standing at the door of the van, emitted breathing sounds that gradually transitioned from rapid to calm.

It seemed that everything that had just happened was an illusion.

The slender and tall delivery man swallowed hard, feeling that even the afternoon breeze had a chill to it.

Could it be...

really just an illusion?

He thought, motionless for a long time.

Until suddenly, a hand on his shoulder made him leap three feet into the air.

And then took several steps back while screaming.

"What’s wrong with you? I saw you just standing here at the door, motionless."

"I barely touch you and you make such a big fuss."

"What? Did you see a ghost in broad daylight?"

The slightly chubby delivery man withdrew his hand, laughing as he ribbed his terrified colleague.

He had barely touched the young man.

The reaction was ludicrously exaggerated.

"Bro, I think I really saw a ghost, just now some parcels inside flew up."

The slender and tall delivery man pointed shakily into the van and said to his plumper colleague beside him.

"Flew up? Are you hallucinating because you’re too hungry?"

"But that’s not right, didn’t you just eat?"

The slightly chubby delivery man frowned, baffled by his colleague’s words.

Clearly, he did not believe a word.

"Um, do we have surveillance cameras on this truck?"

The slender and tall delivery man couldn’t help but ask.

If there were cameras, then they could prove through the footage that he wasn’t hallucinating.

"Surveillance? That’s too fancy for us, our van isn’t equipped with that."

Upon hearing this, the slightly chubby delivery man answered.

Whether long-haul express cargo trucks are equipped with surveillance cameras depends on the specific logistics company and the vehicle’s configuration. Not all long-haul express trucks have surveillance cameras inside the cargo area. Generally, for safety and management purposes, these vehicles might have GPS tracking systems to trace their location. Some logistics companies might install surveillance cameras inside the driver’s cabin to supervise driver behavior or as driving recorders.

As for internal cargo area surveillance, some high-end or specially requested secure transport services might install video monitoring to record the condition of the cargo, prevent theft, or damage. However, due to costs and technical implementation challenges, such surveillance is not common in ordinary express transport.

Their truck also lacked internal cargo area surveillance.

"Alright, it must have been an illusion, let’s get going."

"I’ll take the first shift, you can play with your phone or take a break for now, you can take over later tonight."

The slightly chubbier colleague said, closing the large door of the van and locking it. Then he pulled his still dazed colleague towards the front of the vehicle.

Hearing this.

The slender and tall delivery man fell silent for a while.

Looking around.

Vehicles were parked in order, with the occasional long honk of a horn that seemed unusually harmonious, no longer bringing the urgency of the road.

People periodically got out of their cars, stretching their slightly stiff bodies after a long drive; many headed straight for the restrooms upon disembarking.

In short, most people had relaxed smiles on their faces, taking deep breaths of fresh air, as if the long-awaited rest soothed their souls.

Everything around was so warm and ordinary.

"Suffering from delusions in broad daylight, looks like I need to take a rest."

Muttering to himself, the slender and tall delivery man stopped overthinking and sat in the passenger seat to rest his eyes.

In the absence of any evidence.

When he had only witnessed it once and never a second time.

The vast majority of people will cling to their original worldview and not easily believe in the supernatural.