The attendant was also a beautiful woman, similarly deep in slumber.
Next to the attendant sat a chubby ghost with greasy stains, dressed in a white tank top.
This greasy ghost leered at the attendant with lust in his eyes.
His hands constantly groped at the air.
His nose sniffed continuously, basking in the scent of decay emanating from the attendant—a look of pure enjoyment on his face.
Yes, it was the sickening scent of decay, and that's just how extreme his taste was.
When he saw Rufeng appear, panic flashed across the greasy ghost's face.
However, upon realizing that Rufeng was a player, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Kid, I'm in a good mood today, so scram," the greasy ghost scolded.
Rufeng gave the guy a glance and silently continued walking forward.
It seemed that this peaceful slumber in the car was the work of the greasy ghost.
Rufeng didn't bother disturbing it, letting car number six continue on like this.
