Now this is no longer domestic, the murderous intent has surfaced.
The driver was scared to death, slammed on the brakes, threw open the car door, and ran towards the forest.
That direction happens to be where one of the branches of the Wutai Sect is located.
One can't blame him for abandoning the car foolishly; he was scared witless, after all, his companions had all silently hung on the bus.
But he hadn't run far before he stumbled and fell, his neck pierced, blood bubbling and blocking his throat, unable to make a sound.
Suddenly, everything went quiet.
Inside the bus.
The bruised and battered men and women looked terrified, their voices filled with panic.
Only Cao Xin seemed calm, probing his head around, and in the next moment, he saw a shimmering golden flash as a figure appeared inside the bus.
It was none other than the old Daoist master from the Chen Family.
