Wen Yan naturally knew that today's near-accident, almost getting his head smashed by that rebar, was definitely no coincidence.
Even though he carefully inspected the nearby guardrail and the crash site and didn't find a single trace of tampering, he still didn't think it was just bad luck.
The director stood by the roadside, waiting to be picked up, and for someone to tow the car away.
Wen Yan also waited at the side. The trouble had already landed on his doorstep—no use hiding, better to stick around and see what's really going on.
A Ghost, sitting on top of the car right before sunrise? That alone wasn't normal.
Of course, it's not exactly a big deal. Spiritual Vehicles picking up Ghosts was becoming more common—hardly anything to fuss over these days.
As long as it didn't hurt people, everything else was negotiable. Offer a Ghost a stick of incense—no big hardship there.
