The woman crushed the eyeball in her hand, then shook her hand away in disgust, put one hand on the back of the chair, and jumped out.

"Someone jumped out of the car!" Childe exclaimed with his eyes wide open.

The other two could see clearly without him shouting.

When she saw the familiar skirt, Qiongzhi immediately knew who was sitting in Ni Jie's passenger seat before.

"That witch..." he said, his eyes fixed on her.

"Is that a witch?!" Childe looked at the woman in the red dress in surprise. Because she was so fast, he only had time to see a hint of red.

The next second, he yelled out: "Ahhhh!"

Suddenly, the red figure exploded in mid-air! Then, the fragments of its corpse transformed into crows, their wings flapping with an exceptionally loud clatter, as they charged towards their pickup truck.

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

The sound seemed to never stop, and the exploding blood splashed onto the yellow pickup truck, almost dyeing it completely red.

The crows didn't care about their lives at all. They hit the vehicles with all their might, and then fell to the ground in the most powerless manner.

The sound of collisions was endless, and blood and feathers were flying all over the sky. Even though such collisions did not cause any actual harm to the three people in the car, they would still hug themselves unconsciously, as if the crows would crash into them and die in the next moment.

"Stop hitting! Stop hitting!"

Childe screamed in despair. This red and black rain only lasted until the car Ni Jie was in was completely damaged in the cemetery and could no longer move.

Gray-black smoke came out of the car body, and the collision sound stopped.

Qiongzhi carefully opened the car door and found that there was no place to step outside. The ground was littered with the corpses of crows, each one staring with its eyes wide open...

"Ugh..." Childe covered his mouth and swallowed the acid that came out of his stomach, tears welling up in his eyes.

Qiongzhi closed her eyes, endured the discomfort deep in her heart, stepped down slowly, and then suddenly pulled her foot back.

It's soft.

Although he was wearing shoes, he felt as if he were stepping on the corpses of the crows with his bare feet. He could feel the residual warmth and the corpses that had not yet stiffened...

What's even more distressing is that there are too many dead crows. When you push one away, you will find two more dead crows underneath...