Xu Xiangbei calmed down and asked Shan Mingzhi, "Kid, what's wrong with you? Why do you seem insane? Are you trying to commit suicide? Don't drag me into it."
Shan Mingzhi, still shaken, burst into tears, "Brother Xu, I don't know, I just felt like I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I almost crashed."
Getting out of the car, Xu Xiangbei lit a cigarette and offered one to Shan Mingzhi.
After getting out of the car, Shan Mingzhi was so scared he almost collapsed to the ground, his hand that reached for the cigarette trembled so much, it took several tries for the lighter to ignite it.
Shan Mingzhi's face was ashen, "Brother Xu, am I possessed? Did something take over me? What should I do, should I get a monk to resolve this?"
Xu Xiangbei exhaled a light puff of smoke, "This is a bit strange, if I'm not mistaken, you're not possessed but bewitched, someone hypnotized you."
