C53 fist of vigor

"Ghost ?" It's a ghost! "

The driver screamed and fell into his seat. Beads of sweat poured from his forehead, cheeks, back, and all the other areas covered by his skin, instantly wetting his clothes and his hair!

Wang Xiaoyu slowly raised his forehead, and looked at him, a red light flashed past his eyes!

"No, no, don't come over here!"

The driver flustered and struggled