The owner of this face was none other than Ban Xia! Her face was spiteful as she looked at Zeng Ying, the greed in her eyes made Zeng Ying nearly suffocate, Zeng Ying fell backwards behind her in horror. Terrified, Zeng Ying tried to open the car door. But found that the car door wouldn't open no matter what. But the luxury car that was originally her shelter was now her grave. Zeng Ying frantically twisted the handlebars, but to no avail, the car was already locked and there was no way to get out. "It's useless, you'll die here." Ban Xia let out a haunting voice, the pale face was twisted, but the fingers were blood red. Immediately after that, Zeng Ying's neck was twisted by Ban Xia. "Ban Xia, why? Aren't we friends? You're obviously someone who is struggling in the midst of the curse

