From the rearview mirror, I looked up and saw Ye Feng's voice in the back seat. But I saw the blue and red glow on his face brewing. I was too scared to press the gas pedal.
"Yes, Mr. Ye, are you okay?"
After hesitating for a while, he carefully opened his mouth and asked, "Do you want to go to the hospital? There's one not far from here..."
"Pah!"
The blue and red lights mingled, and then the bloodstains in Ye Feng's voice vanished.
A foot pressed down on Jing Chu's foot, applying the brake. Jing Ya couldn't tend to the bleeding. Turning around, she asked, "Mr. Ye, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
Ye Fengsheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Only in this way did he exhaust his strength, drawing too much of the Evil Spirit. Fortunately, there were Spirit Guards, they weren't corroded by the evil spirits..."
While speaking, the afterglow in Ye Fengsheng's voice glanced at the purple bracelet in his hand, causing him to tremble inside immediately.
