However, a few minutes later, the huge but weak low-class ghost race was wiped out. The time for the competition was also gone. The final round was probably no one succeeded. Fortunately, this barrier was not included in the scores.
The third one.
Chu Mingyang and Bing Yan, who had removed the illusion, were silent for a while. The reason was not because... it was because of the ghost race. Of course, Chu Mingqian was already investigating this matter.
"Senior..." Chu Mingyang said slowly, but he didn't know what to say. He looked sad. Suddenly, a big hand that was neither warm nor cold touched Chu Mingyang's cheek.
He looked up and saw that it was Bing Yan. He used his fiery red eyes to stare at Chu Mingyang. "Chu, if anything happens... don't do stupid things." Bing Yan warned her.
