Alexander quickly looked into the distance.
At the end of his sight, a faint fog was spreading, slowly moving towards him.
"Run, run quickly!"
Richard was full of terror, he didn't dare to start his golden motorcycle to make too much noise, he reached out his hand to pull Alexander.
But apparently, he didn't have the strength of Full Moon, and his body was completely ghostly, his hand passed directly through Alexander's arm, he could only continue to urge anxiously.
Alexander, who had a ghost bead, could leave here at any time, so he didn't care. Instead, he widened his eyes to see what was in the white fog.
After all, this scene of Hell's Warriors crossing the border has never been heard among the chosen ones, and it is very likely a good opportunity to understand the horror world.
A ghostly flute sound seemed to drift from hell.
A group of faint white mist moved on the ground like a living creature.
