Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

The debris fell like raindrops, burning to ashes before even hitting the ground and scattering in the wind.

The restaurant was deathly silent.

The Dragon Ball team members stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, but no one uttered a single word.

Zhang Yang lowered his fist and shook his wrist.

boom!

The roar of engines echoed from the depths of the night sky once more.

Vehicles of all types appeared from all directions.

Cars, trucks, buses, tankers, and several construction excavators.

The car lights were all on, a blinding display, like a pack of enraged wild beasts charging toward the mansion from different directions.

In the driver's seat of each car sat a person with a pale face and empty eyes.

ghost.

The Dragon Ball team members who were killed by a truck in a ghost story.

"Everyone back to the main house!" Grandpa Peach's voice boomed like thunder. "Quickly!"

This shout woke everyone up.

The Dragon Ball crew members, after all, came from yakuza backgrounds and were used to life and death.

After a brief moment of panic, order was quickly restored.

The elderly, women, and children were escorted to the innermost room, where armed officers guarded the doors and windows, while several young men carried tables, chairs, and sofas to block the entrance.

The movements were swift, without any unnecessary shouting.

Thousands of people surged from all parts of the courtyard toward the main house, their footsteps heavy and rhythmic, yet without any stampede.

The Dragon Ball team, who are usually well-trained, performed surprisingly steadily at this moment.

Zhang Yang stood in the center of the courtyard, facing the stream of cars flowing in from all directions.

A car sped ahead, its front end pointed directly at him, the accelerator floored, the engine roaring piercingly.

Zhang Yang raised his hand and threw a punch.

boom!

The car exploded in mid-air, turning into a fireball, with debris flying to both sides.

A truck crashed through the wall on the left and came in, its tipper, filled with gravel, sticking up high like a bull charging forward with its head down.

Zhang Yang turned around and raised his hand.

boom!

The truck turned into a fireball.

A tanker truck followed closely behind on the right.

boom!

Another fireball.

One after another, the oncoming cars exploded, flames rose and fell, and waves of heat swept over us.

The Podocarpus macrophyllus in the courtyard was scorched yellow, and the stone slabs on the ground were burned black and cracked.

Zhang Yang stood amidst the flames, delivering a punch to a car.

The movements were clean and swift: raise your hand, boom; raise your hand, boom.

How many cars does this strange phenomenon control? Has it emptied out the Tokyo used car market?

Dragon Ball Peach stood under the porch, watching the figure standing in the flames.

"Little Peach!"

She turned around and saw her grandfather and the old strategist standing behind her.

The strategist was nearly eighty years old, with completely white hair and beard, but his eyes were clear.

He was the only person in the group who experienced the entire Yasuda Lecture Hall incident, having worked alongside Grandpa Momo during his youth.

Dragon Ball Momo quickly recounted all the theories about the ghost stories to his grandfather. After listening, the old leader of the Dragon Ball team fell into deep thought, and after a long while, he uttered a sentence:

"He's a scoundrel in life, and a menace even in death!"

The old strategist suddenly looked up at Long Zhutao: "Young Miss, the car from back then is parked in the back warehouse. It was kept there to remember why we took this road back then. Now that the ghost stories are related to that car..."

“Maybe it’s the vessel for ghost stories,” Grandpa Peach from Dragon Ball chimed in. “Go tell the kid that the car is in the abandoned shelter on the back mountain.”

Dragon Ball Peach nodded, turned around, and rushed into the yard.

"Zhang Yang!"

Zhang Yang had just blown up another van, his face glowing red from the firelight.

"Teleport to my side in twenty minutes! I'm in the shelter in the back mountains!"

Dragon Ball Peach turned and ran, running very fast.

I walked through the courtyard, through the side gate, and through a grove of mixed trees. The path was made of gravel, and my shoes slipped. I almost fell several times.

The skirt was too long, and she was also wearing a scarlet kimono. She ripped off the belt, lifted the hem of the skirt and tied it around her waist, revealing her safety shorts underneath, and continued running.

The abandoned shelter in the back mountain is a semi-underground concrete building that has been in disrepair for many years, with its iron gate covered in rust.

She pushed open the iron gate.

Inside was a large warehouse, with a car parked in the center.

An old-fashioned truck.

The front of the car has a rounded shape, the paint is mottled and faded, the windshield is covered with cracks, the tires are flat, and the body is covered with rust, like a corpse that has been forgotten for many years.

Dragon Ball Peach, panting, stared at the truck.

Then she heard a voice.

Click!

The car lights came on.

Two dim beams of light shone directly at her, blinding her.

Immediately afterwards—

Boom!

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at the same time.

The roof of the mansion.

Zhang Yang stood on the roof tiles, his gaze passing over the thicket of trees and landing on the semi-underground building halfway up the mountain behind him.

Using the eye-training technique, a golden light shone deep within the pupils, instantly narrowing and penetrating the field of vision, passing through layers of obstacles, and directly seeing the interior of the warehouse.

He saw the Dragon Ball Peach, and he saw the truck with its headlights on, but he saw much more.

The Truck Ghost was a man wearing an old-fashioned suit, his face blurred, like a face made of water-soaked pulp, with empty eye sockets and a huge dent on the top of his head, the mark left by someone who had been hit and killed by a truck.

He sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel, a silent smile playing on his lips.

"I see……"

Zhang Yang suddenly realized something; he finally understood the murder rules of the truck ghost story.

It's not just collisions that kill.

The blaring of horns is the real rule of killing.

The sound of a truck horn is equivalent to being hit by a truck.

The person who hears the horn is essentially hit by the truck at its original speed.

"If the primary target of the ghost stories wasn't the Dragon Ball group, they could probably kill everyone in Tokyo in less than a night if they escaped."

Without hesitation, Zhang Yang clapped his hands together.

Snapped--!

The air between his two palms was compressed to an extreme degree, and then exploded with a bang.

boom!!!

A deafening roar, louder, more violent, and more explosive than a truck horn, spread out like an earthquake.

The sound echoed throughout the entire mountain.

Everyone in the main house instinctively covered their ears; the glass windows buzzed, and the lanterns under the eaves swayed violently.

Dragon Ball Peach also heard the loud noise. His eardrums vibrated, and the taut strings in his brain were drowned out by the explosion.

Zhang Yang drowned out the loudspeaker's blast with an even louder explosion!

Coverage of rules.

An overwhelming dominance in terms of energy.

The sound of a horn is equivalent to being hit by a truck... What if a much bigger explosion arrives before the horn?

Seeing this, the old ghost in the car cursed and stepped on the gas: "Damn it, I have to run over Dragon Ball today!"

Amidst the ringing in her ears, she felt as if a truck was hurtling towards her.

call--

A golden-red flame swept past her, transforming into a long dragon.

The giant dragon formed from flames roared like a living creature, its mouth agape, and charged straight at the truck.

Zhang Yang stood on the rooftop, his right hand outstretched, his fingers gently clenched.

With a single thought of pure Yang, the fiery energy is shaped.

Across a mountain, through a thicket of trees, and behind a concrete wall, his will traversed this distance, transforming the fiery energy into the form he desired.

boom!!!

Golden-red flames engulfed the entire warehouse.

Concrete walls cracked and collapsed, corrugated iron roofs curled and melted, and old trucks melted into liquid metal like candy in the flames, evaporating completely.

Along with the astonished old ghost on the hood.

They all disappeared in the flames.

Only the giant dragon made of flames continued to roll, then slowly dissipated, turning into countless sparks that drifted down into the mountains.

Dragon Ball Peach slumped to the ground.

Half of her kimono skirt was burned off, her face was blackened with soot, her hair was disheveled, and she was breathing rapidly.

The truck was gone, the warehouse was gone, leaving only a charred ruin, emitting wisps of smoke.

Zhang Yang teleported over in a flash and patted her on the shoulder.

"It's okay, but you didn't actually need to come over. You could have just told me."

Dragon Ball Peach looked up at him, her voice slightly lower: "I was just afraid you wouldn't care about my family. I'm sorry, I was too willful."

"It's alright, I understand." Zhang Yang extended his hand. "Can you stand up?"

Dragon Ball Peach grabbed his hand and stood up.

Halfway up the stand, my legs buckled and I almost sat down again.

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My legs feel a little numb.

Dragon Ball Peach's voice was a few decibels lower than usual.

She didn't push him away.