Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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At the same time, the same taxi.

A man in a black trench coat with a black mask and a black hat stopped in the 30 meters ahead of the taxi where he was sitting.

He did not sit in the front row, but was sitting in the back row.

The driver took a look of wretched smile and made money today, and the timer has already entered the charging state.

"Hey! Where are you going!" The driver glanced through the rearview mirror and looked at the man sitting in the back row. Some of the disdain turned over and said: "It’s not a robber to dress up like this!"

"Nanling." His cold, watery sound rang slowly, giving a sense of being close to the living.

The driver whistled and sang the steering wheel while still not forgetting: "There are so many people going back and forth to the ghost place today. It's amazing."

From the beginning of the expressway, the rain in the sky will get bigger and bigger, and even some of the front can't see the visible objects.

"Rely! The rain is really big!"

He kept complaining all the way, and his mouth never stopped.

The teenager sitting in the back seat did not have a sentence except the words "Nanling".

Until the taxi entered Nanshan Road, his right finger tipped lightly, with a hint of white light.

Fifteen minutes later, when the taxi driver circled Nanshan Road again, he scratched his head with a puzzled look: "Hey, what is going on? Rely! I just didn't walk here?"

The teenager still didn't speak, and the amount on the display had already reached 120 yuan.

The driver stepped on the gas pedal and walked faster toward the front.

After another thirty minutes, the road sign of 'Nanshan Road' appeared again in front of him.

This time, there was a look of panic in his eyes.

Just listen to the sound of ‘嘶’, a lengthy brake sound. The driver parked the car under the street sign, and the voice trembled and said: "I... I seem to be attacking evil... You, do you think we have been here many times?"

"Three times." The voice of the boy was extremely cold, without a trace of temperature.

The driver exclaimed, his eyes flustered and looked at the rearview mirror. The teenager was still sitting steadily, without any change.

"Where are you...is...who?" The driver was already flustered and wanted to open the door. He didn't know that he had already pulled out the key, but he couldn't open it.

Only for a moment, just listening to the ‘咔嗞’, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and the heavy rain outside the original window turned into a hail.

There was a thick layer of ice on the four windows in the taxi. This scene is like the end of the world.

"How...how could it be..." The driver exclaimed, his hands clasped his head, and widened his eyes to look at the boy in front of him.

“砰砰—” Two huge hailstones hit the windshield and the glass cracked directly.

"Is it scared now?" The boy smiled coldly, and the deep scorpion was covered with shredded light, which made people dare not look straight.

The driver's hands and feet kept shaking, and a straight road opened back and forth three times and returned to the original point.

Even if he is nervous, he knows that he is playing in the wall.

This kind of thing that exists in the novel is actually found in himself, and he is really afraid of the extreme.

Looking at the young man in black in front of him so calmly, he knew that ‘ghost hitting the wall’ must be related to him.

"You, you...who are you? In the end...what are you going to do! I...ha I offended you?"

"Yeah." The boy snorted, his lips and his teeth: "You offended her."