At this very moment.
On the high-speed highway outside Dachang City, a helicopter had landed sideways on the road, blocking it completely. The sound of its propellers whirred, with a fierce wind whipping around it.
However, the wind generated by the helicopter's propellers could not disperse the thick fog surrounding it.
As time passed, the fog seemed to grow denser and spread further.
The Ghost Fog was spiraling out of control, reviving once more.
Feng Quan, who had possessed this particular ghost, was currently buried in a small mound, life and death unknown, unresponsive and motionless.
And now.
Tong Qian and Zhang Han, who had rushed over, couldn't go over to help, because they had more urgent matters to deal with right before them.
"Do we really have to do this?" Zhang Han was extremely nervous at the moment.
