บท 1750: Face-slapping, Round 12 (1)

Seven could already see Feng Wu clearly.

He smiled coldly.

This time —

He was going to kill the girl!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Seven picked up speed and his face twisted.

200 meters!

100 meters!

Feng Wu looked over her shoulder and saw the frantic look in Seven's eyes. Her stomach lurched.

Shit!

Seven was about to catch up with her!

And she had almost run out of ideas.

What should she do?

Just then, she saw a white shadow floating past her.

What was that?

She thought she was seeing things at first, but soon, she saw another one.

What was that?

At first, she had no idea. But when more and more appeared, Feng Wu knew what they were.

These "things" were ghosts.

They were of both genders and all age groups, but most of them were young.