The ghost being used as a club was also stunned. Su Nian had control of its head and neck, but its body slammed onto a chair with a loud CRACK. The pain was indescribable.
If he had control of his own body, he would have been hopping around, clutching his foot in agony.
[Hiss, that's our Heavenly Venerate for you!]
[The woman, fierce as a hawk, let out a wild cackle.]
[The man, once a tiger, now feels a chill in his pants.]
The man stared blankly at the chair, now smashed in two. He swallowed hard and looked back at the ghost in Su Nian's hand.
'Somebody save me! Is this a dream?!'
Besides his terror, the other passengers couldn't help but shudder. Who comes up with such a god-tier move, using a ghost as a club???
"Do you still have a problem with me?"
Su Nian lifted the Evil Ghost and swung it around. Her tone was casual, but it nearly made the man drop to his knees again.
"No, no, of course not! No problem at all."
"Good."
