After the three of them went downstairs, Wang Yu found a deserted place and summoned the Ghost Bus No. 13.
After Wang Yu summoned the Ghost Bus No. 13, the three of them got on the bus one after another.
After Wang Yu got on the car, he walked toward the back of the car and said, "Let's go to the Songjiang Spiritual Management Office!"
The female driver sitting in the driver's seat nodded but did not speak. Then, the Ghost Bus No. 13 started and headed towards the Songjiang Spirit Management Office.
Although the No. 13 Ghost Bus is very fast and can even pass through the car body and obstacles on the road, the inside of the bus appears to be very stable.
Wang Yu greeted the female driver and told her the destination, then went straight to the back of the car.
He found a few random items in the snack pile at the back of the car, and then threw them to Lu Ziyi and Nangong Lingxi. Finally, he picked up a piece of bread, opened a bottle of pure milk, and started eating and drinking.
Lu Ziyi and Nangong Lingxi took what Wang Yu threw over and ate and drank on their own.
The three of them were on the Ghost Bus No. 13, holding snacks for breakfast, eating and chatting.
Mainly, Lu Ziyi was teasing Wang Yu for being too preoccupied with the thirty-year-old beautiful young woman, while Nangong Lingxi was echoing her.
As for today's captain selection, the three of them didn't mention it.
Although Wang Yu is going to participate in today's captain selection competition, the three of them have confidence in him and themselves, so there is no need to worry about him (themselves).
Since I wasn't worried, I didn't cheer him up on the way there.
Both Lu Ziyi and Nangong Lingxi knew that Wang Yu didn't need such a thing at all.
They know that he has always believed that instead of sharpening his weapons before the battle, cheering on the spot, and expecting to explode when he is about to die, it is better to work harder and improve his strength.
It is precisely because of this that the atmosphere in the car does not feel like someone going to compete in a competition, but instead, it feels like someone going for an autumn outing.
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At seven or eight in the morning, it was the morning rush hour in Songjiang, and there was an endless stream of office workers rushing to go to work.
Of course, there are also some migrant workers who are so busy that they have just gotten off work, or have been replaced by another shift. They are disgraced and exhausted on their way home.
At this time, all the roads in Songjiang, no matter the streets or alleys, can be said to be full of people and cars, busy with traffic, and blocked.
If you switch to ordinary cars, not to mention those private cars, even police cars and medical cars with warning lights and sirens, they may not be very fast.
With the current road conditions, it would take at least an hour and a half to get to the Songjiang Spiritual Administration Office from Wang Yu's home.
However, the Ghost Bus No. 13 is different. It is invisible and blurred. It doesn't care whether there are cars on the road or whether the road light is red or green. It just rushes over.
Anyway, in its virtual state, nothing will happen to the person it hits, whether it is a car or a person, and neither will it itself or the passengers inside it.
In this way, Ghost Bus No. 13 drove towards the Songjiang Spiritual Management Office at a speed of 180 miles, and it only took more than thirty minutes to reach its destination.
When they were about to arrive at the sentry post set up on the road by the Songjiang Spiritual Management Office, the No. 13 Ghost Bus revealed its figure and slowed down its speed.
Although Wang Yu has not been to the Songjiang Spiritual Administration Office a few times, Lu Ziyi comes often.
In particular, after she exchanged the right to use her McLaren GT with Wang Yu for the No. 13 Ghost Bus, she often took the No. 13 Ghost Bus to the Songjiang Spirit Management Office.
Over time, the sentries who stopped the roads to check identities all knew that the granddaughter of the new director liked to take a shabby bus to the headquarters.
When I saw the Ghost Bus No. 13, I saw the familiar female driver and the sensible sentry soldier, I just stepped on the door, then poked my head towards the bus and took a look.
When he saw Lu Ziyi in the car, he immediately stepped back. He even let Wang Yu and Nangong Lingxi in without checking their identities.
Seeing this scene, Wang Yu teased Lu Ziyi, saying that her face is now easier to use than a pass.
A pass can only let one person pass, but her face can let three people pass at once.
Naturally, all he got in exchange for such teasing was a roll of eyes from Lu Ziyi.
Ghost Bus No. 13 passed the sentry post, passed through the gate of the outer wall of the Songjiang Spiritual Management Bureau, and drove into the interior of the Songjiang Spiritual Management Bureau.
Other contestants and spectators may have to rely on road signs to find the location of the martial arts arena where the captain selection competition is held after entering the Songjiang General Administration.
However, on the Ghost Bus No. 13, there was Lu Ziyi, a person who knew the Songjiang Spiritual Management Bureau very well, so why did he need to read any road signs?
Lu Ziyi sat directly on the hood at the front of the vehicle, next to the female driver, and stretched out her hand to give her directions.
The female driver followed the path pointed by Lu Ziyi and drove towards the martial arts arena.
Although it is said that after entering the Songjiang Spiritual Management Bureau, the Ghost Bus No. 13 cannot be as reckless and rampant as it was on the previous road. It can only drive forward slowly and leisurely.
However, the location of the martial arts arena is not too far from the gate. The Ghost Bus No. 13 only drove for a while and arrived.
After arriving at their destination, the Ghost Bus No. 13 stopped, and Wang Yu and the others got off the bus.
After getting off the bus, Wang Yu conveniently collected the No. 13 Ghost Bus.
After all, it is the competition period, and there are many players coming to compete and spectators coming to watch the competition.
Among these people, there is a mixture of good and bad. The Ghost Bus No. 13 is another one. It is both a ghost and a prop. If placed outside the martial arts arena, it will inevitably attract the attention of some people.
Although Wang Yu is not afraid of causing trouble now that Mu Ling will support him, one more thing is worse than one less thing. If he causes trouble, even if someone supports him, he will be very annoyed.
It's better to put away the No. 13 ghost bus to make myself feel more at ease.
After putting away the No. 13 Ghost Bus, Wang Yu looked at the martial arts field in front of him.
The building in front of him was said to be a martial arts arena, but to him, it looked like a large stadium.
Its entire body is made of steel brackets as a frame, and then installed with dark tempered glass.
Because it is made of dark tempered glass, you cannot see what is going on inside the martial arts arena from the outside.
Looking at the martial arts arena full of glass structures, Wang Yu was very doubtful. Can this thing really withstand the energy fluctuations generated when the spiritual apostles fight?
Could it be that the entire martial arts arena collapsed during the fighting?
That would be a real joke.
After silently complaining about the structure of the martial arts arena, he sneered at the shape of the martial arts arena.
I don’t know if today’s architects think that only writhing, ups and downs are beautiful.
The martial arts arena in front of me is like a stadium. Overall, it has a cylindrical shape.
Its bottom, like a normal building, is flat.
After all, underneath the bottom is the foundation, and architects can’t do anything they want.
However, its top has an uneven wavy shape. The high place is more than 20 meters high, which is equivalent to a dozen-story high-rise building, while the low place is only a few meters high.
Wang Yu wanted to complain. Did the architect who designed this martial arts arena live in the sea? Can't it be designed as a flat rectangular parallelepiped? Does it have to be designed like this wave?
For a while, Wang Yu didn't know whether his own aesthetics was out of date or whether the designer's brain was more or less seriously ill.
Lu Ziyi watched, and Wang Yu looked at the martial arts field in front of him, with the corner of his mouth twitching, and asked: "What's wrong? Why do you have such an expression?"
Wang Yu pointed at the martial arts field in front of him and complained: "Who designed this thing? Can't it be designed more neatly? It's designed to look like this. I feel a little uncomfortable when I look at it."
Lu Ziyi glanced at the martial arts arena and said in an understatement: "This martial arts arena was personally designed by the great elder of the Shui Ling Society, the senior official of Ximen, and he also personally supervised the construction."
"At that time, the Songjiang Spirit Management Office was dominated by the Shui Linghui. Therefore, his aim and purpose in designing this martial arts arena was to highlight the characteristics of the Shui Linghui."
"The characteristic of Shui Ling Hui is naturally water, so he deliberately designed the top of the building into a wave shape to reflect the element of water."
"I heard that what he said at the time was that the greater the height of the wave, the greater the power of the wave, so it became what it is now."
"It doesn't matter how you feel. What's important is that when the Grand Elder of the Shui Ling Hui and the Great Official of Ximen, when the martial arts arena was completed, they felt that the martial arts arena was built perfectly!"
"This is the effect he wants!"
