From the open door, the driver could only hear the hissing of the black Flame snakes. He did not hear his colleagues 'screams or cries for help, which proved that they were probably in trouble.
It had only been a minute or two since the three of them had gotten out of the car, but three people had already died.
The driver's face twitched, and his hand that was holding the sword trembled slightly. He looked in the direction of the door with a frightened expression. The heads of countless Black Flame snakes were still wriggling, as if they were trying to squeeze into the car before the door closed.
He was already regretting not listening to song qingxiao's instructions and causing this trouble.
Fortunately, there were 12 Saints on the train, which made his fear of the black Flame snake's crazy attack fade a little.
