"Can you also turn invisible?"
Lu Xi'an got out of the car and glanced at the roof.
It seemed because she saw the person coming out of the cornfield, Chai Xin was a bit scared and used her ability to disguise and hide herself again.
But this time her ability wasn't working well; her clothes were still visible, hanging loosely and looking like a ghost floating on the car roof.
This sight could be a modern urban legend in the old world.
Lu Xi'an sighed inwardly, pointing the gun at the strange, hunchbacked old man — from his aged appearance and posture, Lu Xi'an was sure he was an old man — and asked, "Why can you turn invisible?"
The old man shrank his neck and raised his hands a little higher, "Can, can, can you not, not, not point the gun at me?"
Lu Xi'an and Yao Wei slightly lowered the muzzles of their guns, moving them away from the old man.
However, if the old man made any suspicious moves, they could still quickly raise the guns and aim at him.
