At this time, the sky was dark and there were no more pedestrians on the street. It was like a ghost town!
Luo Wu felt that something was wrong from song qingxiao's expression. From the corner of his eye, he saw a figure walking out from the back of the car about ten meters away.
The man appeared so quietly that if not for song qingxiao's expression, he would not have noticed when the old man had appeared.
In shock, Luo Wu turned around and saw that the path they had come from had been swallowed up by the shadows.
Fan jiangqu was the only one standing in the middle of the road, and he didn't look like someone to be trifled with.
He turned his head and instinctively clenched his cigar. Just as he was about to speak to song qingxiao, something happened in front of him!
At the end of the road that appeared out of thin air in the distance, the black fog rolled, and a shadow slowly emerged from the fog.
