The steward stepped forward and opened the door for Ding Xiaoyi himself.

What does it mean to be watertight? This is watertight.

Telling yourself that Xiao Taohong is not here today is to prevent yourself from achieving your goal in the first place.

Then he called a group of girls to accompany him.

Seeing that he was leaving, he immediately prepared the car and said he was taking him home, but he just wanted to check his identity.

Greet each other with smiles and send each other with smiles.

You don't even have the chance to refuse in a rage.

Ding Xiaoyi saw clearly, but he had to say in his heart that this steward was really good at getting things done.

These are just superficial methods.

With his peripheral vision, he glanced at the corner of the wall and saw several figures in black clothes hiding in the shadows.

As if aware of his gaze, several people quickly dodge back.

It's a pity that their every move has no meaning in blocking his sight.

"Thank you very much!"

Ding Xiaoyi said, stepping into the car, just in time to experience the feeling of this four-wheeled vehicle.

"Master Ding, let's drive that way!"

The driver turned back to Ding Xiaoyi and asked.

"Go east!"

"Ah! But is that a mass grave over there?" The driver was stunned for a few times, then seemed a little confused.

"Oh, it turns out to be a mass grave. That's just right. Let's go east!"

Ding Xiaoyi raised his eyebrows, then closed his eyes to rest and stopped talking.

Seeing this, the driver felt strange, but he still drove east as he was told.

After all, they are only spirit-level psychic creatures.

The space created is really not big. It is said to be Big Shanghai, but in fact it is just as big as an angle.

The car hadn't driven very far at all, and the scenery in front of it began to be desolate.

Seeing that there was no road ahead, the driver said: "Mr. Ding, there is no road ahead... Huh? Where are the people?"

The driver looked back, startled, and suddenly stepped on the brakes.

Rubbing his eyes, he looked carefully and saw that there was really no one in the back seat.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Seeing this, the driver hurriedly opened the door, got out of the car and looked around for a while. He saw a few tombstones standing here and there under some old trees that were completely desolate nearby.

Suddenly a cold wind blew, and I couldn't help but shiver in my heart.

"What's wrong!"

From behind, several people were catching up on bicycles. When they saw the driver, they couldn't help asking: "Old He, talk to me, where is the person?"

"Ghosts, there are, there are, there are ghosts!!"

The driver, known as Lao He, pointed to several tombstones in front of him. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. The cool wind blew on his neck, as if there were insects crawling up his neck. His scalp felt numb for a moment.

"Bah, what's the matter with ghosts? Where's the guy named Ding?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the back door of the car opened slightly, and Ding Xiaoyi stepped out and grinned: "What do you want from me?"

Looking at Ding Xiaoyi walking out of the car, Lao He's already pale face suddenly became even paler. His feet felt as if they were stepping on ice, with cold from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He stiffened and pointed at Ding Xiaoyi: "Ghost."
Chapter completed!