The van accelerated to top speed, barreling down the road. Just as it was about to hit the woman in white by the side of the road, Li Ang jerked the steering wheel fiercely. The vehicle swerved sharply to the left, its tilted body rising and creating gusts of wind that brushed past the hem of the woman's dress.

BANG, the lifted body of the van fell heavily, and as it wobbled, it had already covered dozens of meters.

Did it throw her off...? Li Ang glanced at the rearview mirror, only to see the dim street behind him was empty, devoid of any pale figure.

"Next to you!"

Miss Chai's exclamatory voice echoed in Li Ang's mind. With a peripheral glance, he only saw a mass of thick, black, entwined hair slowly rising from the passenger seat.

These strands of hair seemed to grow right out of the seat, surging, spreading, writhing, trembling, accompanied by the RUSTLE, RUSTLE of hair intertwining.

The temperature inside the car dropped suddenly, and a thin layer of ice formed swiftly on the inside and outside of the windows. A slight frost, centered on the passenger seat, slowly expanded outwards.

In just a moment, the clump of hair grew from a small pile to a basketball-sized bunch, and below the hair, the outline of a woman's head emerged.

Then came the shoulders, arms, and body. The woman was dressed in a pale long dress. Her arms hung naturally at her sides, palms facing up. Her head, obscured by hair, drooped against her shoulders. She looked like a silent passenger who had naturally taken a seat in the passenger's seat.

"She got on. What do we do?"

Miss Chai was somewhat nervous. The pale figure beside her was even less substantial than ordinary fiends, and even more... evil.

The sudden appearance of the woman's silhouette did not panic Li Ang.

He eased the speed a little and calmly assessed the situation, slowly turning his head and said calmly to the woman in white, "Miss, you know that a man's passenger seat is only for his wife or girlfriend. You sneaked in so silently. Were you attracted by my good looks, intending to devote yourself to me? Sorry, I'm not that kind of guy. But if you insist, maybe I'll give in."

"..."

No response.

This was normal. The other party was completely breathless and had no temperature whatsoever—definitely not a living thing.

Miss Chai was startled and whispered, "What are you doing?!"

"I'm testing," Li Ang thought to himself, Don't worry, I used to be a taxi driver when I was young, and I'm great at chatting with passengers. I often had passengers remember my license plate to rebook my car later.

When were you young exactly? You're in high school now, aren't you? And I'm guessing passengers remembered your plate not to book you again but to find someone to beat you up, right? Chai Cuiqiao inwardly uttered her frantic sarcasm, watching as Li Ang cleared his throat, paused for a moment, then smilingly said to the white-dressed figure, "Miss, are you not answering because you're shy? Oops, sorry, I didn't notice your hands are freezing blue. How about this: in the storage compartment in front of your seat, there's a mineral water bottle I've peed in. Have a sip to warm up. I've been having heatiness issues recently and often drink chrysanthemum tea. It leaves a lingering sweet taste."

"..."

Still no response; the woman in white just sat there, motionless.

Li Ang frowned slightly and said softly, "Why aren't you speaking, Miss? Are you too shy? Or are you worried that your bad breath will ruin your image if you speak? Don't worry, I have a filthy mouth too, known as the self-proclaimed Prince of Trash Talk, the Keyboard Pianist. If I win, my parents are well; if I lose, the family tree ascends to heaven. When I'm winning, everyone's my brother; when I'm losing, I'm a hunter in the valley. The simplest trash talk, the ultimate enjoyment. So, don't feel inferior, talk to me."

"..."

The pale figure remained silent for a long time, finally letting out a whisper as thin as a thread, "The Bible..."

Li Ang's heart stirred as he continued to drive the vehicle forward, inquiring, "What?"

"Give me... tell... The Bible..." the woman stuttered.

Li Ang's eyes gleamed as he reexamined her attire. He could vaguely make out that the ragged long dress resembled a nun's white habit, though it lacked the coffee-colored outer cloak and black scarf.

Li Ang took a deep breath, reflecting on the meaning of the previous tutorial stage involving the monster under the bed. It implied that only by following certain rules could one resolve anomalies without injury.

Miss Chai was somewhat nervous. "We have to tell a Bible story this time. Do you know how? If you don't, let's just take care of her now."

"Don't rush," Li Ang silently said to himself, I'm familiar with The Bible; I used to sing it daily. Rest assured.

"That's a relief."

Miss Chai sighed with relief, then paused for a moment before realizing, "Wait, singing?"

Before she could ask, Li Ang had already taken a deep breath, and after pausing for a moment to prepare, he began to sing in a Peking opera tune: "Moses, left Egyptian County,

Found himself before the Red Sea,

Speechless was my heart so dreary,

Angels past, please heed my plea,

If one ascends to heaven's journey,

Beg the Lord to drain the sea dry,

Don't let the Jews be severed wholly,

Next life as beasts repay amply!"

This segment's Peking opera tune was precisely the well-known "Susan Left Hongtong County."

Li Ang, contrary to his prior wailing when singing, performed this opera piece with poignant determination, touching the hearts of those who heard. However, the lyrics were about the biblical story of Moses parting the sea. The combination of the two was exceedingly discordant.

Miss Chai listened, dumbfounded, yet Li Ang kept singing on: the Henan opera version of the "Gospel of John," the flower drum play version of the "Book of Joshua," the clapper talk version of the "Gospel of Mark," and even the rap version of "Revelation."

His performance was on point, enough to make one pee their pants. It wasn't just the pale figure; even Miss Chai herself felt an urge to convert sincerely, just wishing that Li Ang wouldn't continue.

"Where did you learn this skill?!" Miss Chai exclaimed, somewhat losing her composure.

"At the Yinshi Street Office's senior activity center."

While singing the "Liu Hai Chopping Wood" version of the "Book of Isaiah," Li Ang thought, as if it were only natural: When I was broke, I used to volunteer at the senior center. Just by playing games and singing with the old men and ladies, I could get free lunch and dinner, plus air conditioning and WiFi. Well, I must say, these old folks are truly multi-talented; they know all kinds of opera. They even organized a Christmas music and variety show. After listening on the side for just a week, I mastered all the scriptural verses in various theatrical styles. You want to learn? I can teach you.

"..."

For a moment, Miss Chai found herself at a loss for words, unsure of what to say.

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