Xi Huijun sat in the car, dumbfounded, already scared out of her wits. The cut by Qu Hong was swift and harsh; Dou Jie's seat was covered in blood, and the smell of blood in the car repeatedly assaulted Xi Huijun's nerves. Half an ear had fallen at her feet.
Xi Huijun couldn't hold it in any longer, covering her mouth, she staggered out of the car and vomited loudly.
Opening the car door, Yang Xiao stepped out with a heavy backpack. Dou Jie stared at Yang Xiao as he approached, especially at the black backpack, filled with regret. He already understood what was about to happen.
These... these guys were going to use his body to take risks. This wasn't supposed to be his mission, but that beast Qu Hong intended to transfer the curse to him!
"Has the Ghost Bell been transferred?" Yang Xiao looked at Qu Hong and asked, his tone calm without a hint of fluctuation. He had already expected this outcome.
