Su Nian said nonchalantly, "Oh, this'll work. I'm driving now."
The hanged ghost was miserable, but it didn't dare say a word.
In truth, it wasn't the only ghost in this Ghost Forest, and it wasn't a weak one, either. Yet, at this moment, it could only do as Su Nian said.
Its dignity as a ghost was utterly shattered today.
The hanged ghost seethed with hatred, its eyes turning bloodshot.
It would have its revenge. It would resist. It would rise up against this exploitation!
Then, an intersection appeared up ahead.
"Sweetie, please drive toward that rock on the right, okay? That's the real road; it's just been blocked by ghost energy!"
The hanged ghost's tone was sycophantic as it gave a seemingly natural reminder.
'Forget it. I can always reclaim my dignity as a ghost later.'
Once the car finally made it out of the Ghost Forest, Su Nian casually got out.
She had arrived on the ghost film crew's turf.
