A full moon gradually descended.
It was almost dawn.
An Ju drove around Hua City for half a circle.
The Porsche's not-so-spacious car was already packed with ghosts.
Anju had seen a video in the past where more than 50 Indian men came out of a small van. Some of them were even stuffed under the hood.
It had to be said that the Indian's innate skill was to squeeze.
Whether it was a car, a train, or a subway, wherever it could fit people, it would be installed for you to see.
However, it was nothing compared to the sports car that Anju was driving.
Hundreds of ghosts were stuffed into the carriage without leaving any gaps.
The knocking on the car window had stopped long ago.
None of the ghosts could move.
Fang Leshan and He Wei were squeezed into a twisted position, their eyes darting around pitifully. Fortunately, the ghost's body did not affect the airflow, or else the two of them would have suffocated to death.
Only the driver's seat was left in the entire sports car. The tentacles had opened up enough space to drive.
In the end, the Road to the Underworld was just a legend.
After driving for so long, they didn't find anything unusual.
Therefore, the ghosts probably didn't just want to take a ride to Samsara. They wanted to drag people down with them.
Unfortunately, she got on the wrong car.
"The sky is about to brighten. I reckon that's all we have.”
Anju slowed down and prepared to stop by the roadside.
Suddenly.
In the rearview mirror, a black dot appeared on the road behind them.
The black dot was getting closer and closer.
It was a car without a license plate that went straight for An Ju, followed by two vans without a license plate as well.
Three cars drove over and blocked the Porsche.
Anju frowned.
They came with ill intentions.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The door of the van opened, and a dozen men in black jumped out aggressively.
He held a slender bayonet in his hand.
An Ju's eyes narrowed.
When the underworld forces fought, their common weapons were sticks and machetes.
These two things were very painful and powerful, but it was difficult to cause fatal injuries. If a person was hit by a machete, as long as the artery was not cut, the wound would at most be sutured with dozens of stitches.
However, the bayonet had a blood groove, and the stab was deep. Often, one stab could kill someone.
So these men in black were here to kill!
The leader was a brawny man with a tattoo of a Russian on his face.
"Anju is in this car!" said a lackey with a nose ring. I squatted for the whole day and saw Anju get into the car with my own eyes!”
"Why aren't you running anymore? I didn't expect you to be so alert and lead your brothers around half of HuaCheng. The brothers chased you for half the night and still trapped you here! Get out of the car!"
The tattooed man said angrily.
It turned out that they had been eyeing Anju for a long time.
From the moment Anju got into the car and left the revolving restaurant, the three cars had been following behind Anju sneakily.
He had originally planned to make his move near a quiet crossroad.
Unexpectedly, He Wei, who was driving, was unconscious and stepped on the accelerator.
The three cars were left behind.
The lackey with the nose ring came forward and smashed the window of the driver's seat."Are you deaf? Get out of the car!"
Anju lowered the window.
A tentacle wrapped around the little brother with the nose ring at lightning speed.
Before anyone could see clearly, the underling was pulled into the sports car.
"Aaah!"
After a wail, the sound of bones being crushed could be heard.
The men in black did not expect it to be so brutal.
A chill ran down their spines as they retreated a few steps.
"Squatting all day?" Anju asked calmly. Then this matter had nothing to do with Ding Pengfei. Who sent you?"
The tattooed man took a step back.
"It's just crooked ways! We have the advantage in numbers. Brothers, don't be afraid of him! The boss had instructed that after this deal, each person would be given a million yuan. Whoever could cut off An Ju's head would be rewarded with five million yuan! Brothers, go!"
The tattooed man raised his fist and shouted.
Money could embolden them, and the men in black shouted.
"Everyone, attack together!"
"Get him out of the car!"
"Stab him to death!"
More than ten people surrounded the car.
An Ju sneered.
He unlocked the car door.
Whoosh!
Countless ghosts rushed out of the car doors.
Broken arms and legs, missing heads and legs, each one more miserable than the last.
Screams filled the sky and entered the ears of the men in black.
It looked like hell.
The men in black were dumbfounded.
What the hell are we blocking?
Didn't he want to kill an exorcist?
Who just told me why a whole company of ghosts got out of the car!
A ghost with only the upper half of its body dragged its intestines and quickly crawled out. The tattooed muscular man felt his scalp tingle. He quickly dodged, but he was knocked down by another ghost with only the lower half of its body.
The tattooed man raised his bayonet and was about to stab it, but he suddenly realized that it was useless.
He only had two legs left, where should he stab?
To give it a foot repair?
Finally, a seemingly normal old man got out of the car. The old man had an ugly expression and was wearing a large coat.
The tattooed man mustered up his courage and rushed forward.
Fang Leshan opened his mouth.
"Ugh…"
He spat out a broken arm.
Broken Hand quickly crawled to the distance.
The tattooed man: "???"
Fang Leshan wiped his mouth.”
(New book, please support!)
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。