Tingting, I Have Superpowers (11)

Song Qingchun's body shuddered as she whipped her head around to look at the windshield. Su Zhinian, who was driving, was about to pull his gaze back to the road when he felt Song Qingchun's hand that he was holding shiver uncontrollably. He frowned, and as he turned to look at her, he blurted out, as if on instinct, "What's…"

Her face was terribly white, and fear filled her eyes. Her lips were trembling like she was about to say something but was unable to due to the heavy quivering of her mouth. Su Zhinian's heart fell, and the remainder of the sentence "…wrong?" lodged in his throat. He felt a very bad omen, and he turned his sight quickly to follow Song Qingchun's gaze.

In just one glance, Su Zhinian knew what was happening. An old truck that was twice the size of his car was running at them headfirst at an incredible speed.