Isn’t it the same sedan chair? A dark glint flashed in Wang Baole’s eyes as he stared at the blood-colored sedan chair that was slowly approaching from afar. He looked at the irregular, undulating left hand that extended from the inner curtain of the sedan chair, thoughts filled his mind.
While he was deep in thought, the blood-colored sedan chair slowly arrived and stuck to Wang Baole’s side, as if it was about to pass by.
Wang Baole stood there and looked coldly. Then, his body swayed, and he took the initiative to avoid it.
To him, the dangerous aura emanating from the blood-colored sedan constantly shook his mind. Wang Baole knew very well that the sedan was very dangerous.
Even though he wasn’t ordinary, Wang Baole didn’t want to easily step into such unnecessary danger. Therefore, he chose to avoid it. However... his avoidance was useless.
