The atmosphere in the car was slightly dull.
There were four people in the car.
Ma Wei was driving. As a small potato who had just picked up a life, he was sitting upright in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel with both hands and keeping his eyes straight forward.
Ma Bin was sitting in the passenger seat. Having just been cursed with the Tongue Root Death Curse, he didn't feel like talking, playing with the glass eye in his hand, which looked somewhat eerie.
The eyeball was gouged out from Zheng Si's face.
Zheng Si lay in the rear compartment of the car, holding a head in his arms that was missing an eye, and he was the one with the most peaceful mind in the car at the moment.
Feng Mu sat in the spacious back seat, the pale mask re-covered with the black mask, he was resting with his eyes closed, browsing the overdue settlement prompts on his retina.
[You've used schemes to deceive a fool and located the Nine Nether Evil Iron, you're truly despicable.]
