A surge of energy emanated from the talisman, creating a protective barrier around Inspector Zhao.
The charred, black hand that had been choking him recoiled as if it had been burned by an invisible fire.
The eerie laughter of the possessed Mu Jie turned into agonized screeches.
The car, which had been swerving dangerously, steadied as Inspector Zhao regained control of the vehicle.
He gasped for air, his throat still sore from the ordeal, but he was alive.
Mu Jie, or whatever had taken control of him, seemed momentarily weakened by the talisman's power.
His dark eyes narrowed, and he let out a guttural growl of frustration.
Inspector Zhao knew he had to act fast.
He glanced at the rear-view mirror once more, but this time, Mu Jie's eyes were no longer pitch-black; they had returned to their normal state.
He called out tentatively,
"Young Master Mu?"