Fast Travel Counterattack: Rescue the Villain BOSS

The wound was bandaged, and the feeling that the blood was about to drain finally disappeared, and the injured car owner breathed a sigh of relief.

The ghosts surrounding the corpse seemed to have finally finished their research and moved to Ye Chuyang's side.

Ye Chuyang closed his eyes, trying his best to ignore the miserable death of the ghosts.

"You can hear us, right?" The leader of the ghosts is an old man. He should have died of illness, and he is the cleanest of the group of ghosts.

Ye Chuyang nodded slightly, not attracting the attention of the people around him.

"Did you see the abnormality of the corpse just now? We just found out that something was wrong, so we guarded here to avoid accidents. Unfortunately, we couldn't deal with him. Fortunately, you are here. Your lightning is very powerful. It can Help us fix it?"

These ghosts are still facing humans, Ye Chuyang is a little surprised at his request, curious why they can turn into ghosts and stay without resentment towards humans.

But now is not the time to talk about it, Ye Chuyang told the surrounding car owners and ghosts: "You all step back a little."

He didn't explain, and walked to the corpse holding Peng Qingyan's hand.

The others backed away tacitly, looking at this place with apprehension.

The corpse was frozen in shape, and its eyes could still turn left and right. There seemed to be an evil light shining in the cloudy eyeballs.

Seeing Ye Chuyang walk in, he was in a hurry.

Ye Chuyang ignored the corpse's reaction, a powerful lightning condensed from his fingertips, and pointed at the corpse's forehead.

But I didn't want to, just because of this action, there was an accident!

"call--"

A strange wind blew, almost instantly fascinating Ye Chuyang's eyes.

He closed his eyes subconsciously, and the last scene he saw before closing his eyes was the lightning from his fingertips burning the talisman paper attached to the corpse, and the moment the lightning touched the corpse, the corpse also moved.

"careful!"

Peng Qingyan next to her reminded her late.

The corpse still had life-saving means, and the speed was faster than the lightning in an instant. Only a small part of Ye Chuyang's lightning touched his body, and he dodged the rest.

Then his figure disappeared strangely.

When Ye Chuyang shook his head, carefully rubbed his eyes with his fingers, and rubbed out the sand that blinded his eyes, the enemy was gone.

"Are you OK?"

Peng Qingyan didn't care about the escaped corpse, he clenched Ye Chuyang's hand a little anxiously, his face was expressionless, but his eyes did reveal anxiety.

He looked into Ye Chuyang's red eyes, noticed that Ye Chuyang was still blinking uncomfortably, hesitated for a while, but when Ye Chuyang was about to answer that he was fine, he suddenly moved over.

Ye Chuyang was taken aback by his actions, before he could dodge, he felt a gust of wind hit his eyes.

"...Blow, blow, blow!"

Peng Qingyan, who didn't plan to speak at all, felt guilty for a while when Ye Chuyang saw it. He hadn't felt this way for a long time, his heart was tense, and his mouth, which had been silent all this time, couldn't hold back at this moment, and stammered an explanation.

His reaction this time was indeed a bit big, not at all like the usual autistic him.

Ye Chuyang's eyes widened in surprise, and it took a while before he laughed: "Do you know, you are just so cute."

He smiled and stretched out his hand to pinch Peng Qingyan's face.

It's still fun to be an angry marshal, autistic or something, it's really not suitable.