Lin Hao shivered slightly with fear,
His face turned ashen, while beads of perspiration covered his forehead, all conveying his inner tension and fear.
The intense malice inside the car felt like it was about to swallow him up, pulling him into endless darkness.
From the backseat, the evil presence slowly floated towards the driver's seat where Lin Hao was seated.
"Plop!"
Suddenly, something fell from the evil presence.
Lin Hao slowly looked down, catching sight of the object that landed between the front rows of seats, on the storage box.
It was a dark red, horrific, scalp-tingling tongue.
It was covered with a swarm of rice grain-sized white worms.
The tiny maggots were plump, their bodies incessantly writhing.
The moment Lin Hao looked down, the evil presence had already closed in.
It wore tattered clothes, and as it raised its arm, an indescribable stench of rottenness slapped onto his face.
