I’m Not a Psychotic Driver

[Mystery and Wild Imagination + Folk Legends + Seals and Demon Suppression + Spiritual Qi Revival + Supernatural Horror]

I'm a freight truck driver, the kind who can't stop taking medication.

Six years ago, I was diagnosed with anxiety. The doctor said I'd start hallucinating.

But those things felt far too real: at midnight, glowing white rabbits crouched all over country roads, and someone by the roadside graves kept urging me to move my truck. At the noodle shop, each table had just one customer, with four dishes laid out in front of them. At the wetland market, meat was sold by the pound. The owner said, “Three layers of fat and meat, best braised.”

In six years on the road, I've been through a ghost market, fought monsters, and learned a sword technique on Mount Kunlun that can cut through a hundred-foot cliff.

Am I really mentally ill?

“Doctor, before you increase my dosage... could you take a look at my dashcam footage?”

Not every madman is in a hospital. Some of them are out on the road.