The four people were stunned.

"Brother, what do you mean?" The middle-aged man frowned and looked at Yang Lu.

Yang Ludao: "It's so weird here. The car accident came suddenly, the fog came suddenly, and now it seems like we're hitting a wall again. We need to make sure that the other party is real."

Yang Lu emphasized his tone with the word "man".

"Just, what era is this? Are you still so superstitious? Do you think we are ghosts?" the young man sneered.

"This is hard to say." Yang Lupin had no expression.

"You are sick, right? I even said you are a ghost. How do you prove it?" The young man was dissatisfied.

Yang Lu smiled: "The proven is simple."

As he said that, Yang Lu took out the axe from his bag.

Seeing the axe, the few people's eyes widened and hurriedly took a few steps back.

Yang Lu weighed the axe and continued, "Let me chop it, the person who bleeds is the one who bleeds."
Chapter completed!