Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

But watching Zhang Yang flirt with Taozi so brazenly, a strange feeling rose in her heart.

It felt like something had been touched.

I'm not feeling well.

Is this considered jealousy?

Zian Yan shook her head inwardly.

No, it won't happen.

She'd only known Zhang Yang for two days, how could that be—

"Yan?"

Dragon Ball Peach called out to her.

Zi'an Yan snapped out of her daze: "Hmm?"

"You're spacing out."

"Ah, no... I was just thinking about some things."

Dragon Ball Peach glanced at her, but didn't press the matter. She simply sighed, "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. What should we eat tonight?"

Zhang Yang chimed in, "I heard that the new ramen shop that opened in front of the station is pretty good."

"Ramen?" Dragon Ball Momo's face showed a hint of disgust. "Going on a date to eat ramen?"

"How can this be called a date? This is called daily emotional exchange."

Dragon Ball Peach was choked by him again.

She found that she couldn't argue with this person at all.

The three of them walked slowly along the street.

One by one, the streetlights lit up, the shops along the street began to light up their signs, and the crowds of people leaving get off work poured out, making the street a little more lively.

As Zhang Yang walked, he stopped and looked at a large poster on the exterior wall of a building not far away.

The poster has an idol-like feel to it, and it even has the band's name on it—Pastel Palettes.

An idol band composed of members from an entertainment agency.

Among them are Aya Maruyama, who has been working hard as a trainee; Chisato Shirasagi, who has been involved in the entertainment industry since childhood; Eve Wakamiya, who works as a model; Hina Hikawa, who passed the selection process; and Maya Yamato, who works as a recording studio musician.

The band consisted of five people.

Members from diverse backgrounds are constantly striving to establish their own unique idol image.

This is the band Bang Bang.

Of course, Zhang Yang was only thinking of a band whose lead singer seemed to be dying, a band that stopped destroying the worldview, a band whose members never went to school, and a band with the color scheme of the Silence of the Lambs...

My whole life has been ruined by girl bands!

"How about we go to the concert?"

Zian Yan followed his gaze and said, "Girl bands are quite popular lately, they've been a trend for the past few years. I heard that the eldest daughter of the Xuanjuan family also plays in them."

"Oh, so it's the one who flips his hair and plays guitar on stage?" Dragon Ball Momo said casually.

"It shouldn't be that bad, it's not that exaggerated."

Zhang Yang, however, said, "I think it's better to just toss your hair than for the DJ bear to fly up and hug the lead singer and fly around."

Dragon Ball Momo: "Huh?"

Zian Yan smiled. "Is Ayang interested?"

"After all, it's impossible to get tickets no matter what, but now we can easily see it at a live house. It feels like we've gotten a free ride." Zhang Yang looked away. "Are you guys going?"

Dragon Ball Peach crossed her arms: "I don't want to listen to this, it's too noisy."

"Then you go with Yanzi."

"Because if you don't go, she'll have to go with me alone," Zhang Yang said matter-of-factly. "Aren't you afraid I'll do something to her?"

Dragon Ball Momo: "..."

She realized she was caught in a trap.

If she doesn't go, Yanzi will have to go to the live house with Zhang Yang alone.

If she goes, she'll have to listen to loud music all night.

Dragon Ball Peach gritted his teeth: "I'll go."

Zhang Yang smiled and didn't continue flirting with her.

The three continued walking forward.

Just then, a loud bang came from afar.

boom!

The sound of shattering glass came from high above.

The three of them looked up at the same time.

About two hundred meters ahead, the glass window of a five-story commercial building was smashed open from the inside, and a figure flew out of the broken window, flying in an arc before crashing heavily to the ground.

Dust flew up.

A chorus of screams erupted from the street.

Dragon Ball Peach stood there, stunned.

She recognized the man's face.

The underling of the Dragon Ball team.

One of the people responsible for protecting her this afternoon.

"—!"

Dragon Ball Peach took a step forward and charged ahead.

Zhang Yang grabbed her arm: "Don't go over there."

"He's one of my team members!"

He is dead.

Dragon Ball Momo stopped in his tracks: "...What?"

Zhang Yang released her arm, his gaze falling on the twisted body about two hundred meters away, and said in a flat tone: "Dead, killed by a truck."

Dragon Ball Peach froze for a moment, then suddenly roared, "How is this possible! That's the fifth floor! Where would a truck come from on the fifth floor?!"

Upon hearing this, Zian Yan's face turned pale instantly.

"A ghost story, yet another new one..."

Zhang Yang's eyes narrowed, and he instantly activated his eye-refining technique.

A crimson-gold light ignited deep within his pupils, his gaze piercing through two hundred meters, passing through the broken window, and landing directly inside the fifth floor.

A large truck was parked inside the building.

The car was tall, with a dark paint job that looked like it was made of charred sheet metal. The windshield was covered in cracks, and a driver was sitting in the driver's seat.

The brim of the hat was pulled low, obscuring the face; all that could be seen was a mouth stretched to the ears, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth.

ghost.

The inside of the truck's windshield is covered with pictures.

One by one, densely packed, all of them were human faces.

Zhang Yang glanced at the portraits, and in the very center was none other than Long Zhu Tao's face.

Light blue hair, white beret, and a stern expression; it looks like an ID photo, or perhaps a candid shot.

Zhang Yang didn't think much of it.

Raise your hand and clench your fist.

boom!

With a punch, crimson-gold fiery energy shot out of his hand, crashing straight into the five-story building.

Wherever the heatwave passed, the air distorted, the ground cracked, and the glass doors of shops along the street shattered.

Zian Yan subconsciously raised her hand to cover her face, and Longzhu Tao took a step back.

The flames poured into the fifth-floor window.

wow——

The truck vanished like a phantom, leaving not a trace.

The flames passed through the truck's original location, slamming into the building's interior wall and melting a large hole. The reinforced concrete turned into lava and flowed down the exterior wall.

But the truck was gone.

Zhang Yang lowered his fist: "They ran away."

"It got away?" Dragon Ball Peach's voice rose a half-octave. "You punched it, and it ran away?"

"More cunning than the female ghost in the haunted house last time." Zhang Yang withdrew his gaze, his tone flat. "Knowing he couldn't win, he simply didn't take the hit."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sharp metallic scraping sound came from behind him.

Crunch!

The three of them turned their heads at the same time.

About fifty meters away, the Dragon Ball crew member who had fallen to the ground suddenly got up.

His spine twisted in an arc impossible for a living person, his limbs braced on the ground, his body arched like a spider, and then he suddenly sprang out and shoved into the nearest white car.

The driver's side door was locked.

But he reached his hand directly through the car window and unlocked the door from the inside.

The female driver screamed and tried desperately to push the car door, but the door was as if it were welded shut and wouldn't budge.

"Get off! Get off now!"

The female driver's voice was intermittent, consisting of screams.

My younger brother is already sitting in the passenger seat.

The female driver was thrown from the driver's seat to the passenger seat by an invisible force, her seatbelt automatically fastened, and the car door slammed shut.

The engine roared.

The tires scraped against the asphalt, emitting a pungent white smoke.

The white sedan turned around and drove straight toward Zhang Yang.

Extremely fast.

The headlights illuminated the twilight, the engine roared deafeningly, and the tires churned over the gravel, sending sparks flying.

Zhang Yang stood still, without even moving his feet.

"So it's possible to turn a murdered person into a zombie. Have I jumped from a horror movie into a horror revival film?"

Extend your right hand and place your palm on the hood of the car.

boom!

The front half of the car seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall. The hood dented and deformed instantly, the front wheels were suspended in the air, the rear wheels were off the ground, and the whole car was brought to a sudden stop.

Flames emerged from Zhang Yang's palm, and crimson-gold flames spread along the hood and seeped into the gaps in the car body.

The younger brother's body suddenly stiffened, and a stream of black energy surged from his seven orifices, emitting a sharp hissing sound in the air.

The fiery energy enveloped the black mist, burning it completely in an instant.

The younger brother's body went limp in the driver's seat, and he became completely still.

Zhang Yang walked around to the driver's seat, opened the car door, and unbuckled the female driver's seatbelt: "Get out."

The female driver was trembling all over, and her legs were too weak to stand.