"How...how could you lay a hand on me? I've never seen a woman like you."

"Never seen it before? That's perfect, you'll see it today."

Lan Niang huddled in the front seat, listening intently and stealing glances.

"When I hear you talk, I feel like I'm holding back my poop. You can say whatever you want, it's none of my business, but saying it to me is immoral. If I poop in my pants, you'll see what I do to you."

The Bone Demon King hadn't expected this woman to be so fierce. Seeing her surging yin energy, and how she attacked without warning, he wondered if she had some hidden secrets.

"You...you...waaaaah..."

Seeing her cry, Ma Hehua couldn't hold back any longer. She took out a handkerchief from her backpack and stuffed it inside.

"Lotus...that's enough...okay..." It stinks too much. The smell isn't strong, but it still affects the air quality in the car!

Ma Linghua's forehead is almost wrinkled.

Now, the woman in red, who was standing to the side, kept her distance, secretly pleased. Serves her right, little vixen! She also couldn't stand it; couldn't she just speak properly?

That's bad, I guess I won't be able to eat anything for several days.

"Damn? That stinks! Who farted?"

A mighty demon king stood up. He had long fangs and blood-red eyes, clearly indicating a high level of power.

"The Shadow Ghost King, it's one of those ghost kings fighting for a position! There was a little conflict, and he might have accidentally revealed his form," said a female ghost dressed in white.

Soon, an argument broke out in the car. The Skeleton King looked at Ma Lihua and, after some thought, decided that this little one could be suppressed.