This place is not suitable for a long stay, he thought suddenly, and turned around to head back to the car. When he turned, he was suddenly stunned. It seemed like the rain was falling on an invisible cover, flowing sideways, and in the air appeared something like a glass sphere.
What the— A sharp pain, something had pierced his chest. Little Li looked down at the blood flowing out of his chest, suddenly feeling weak. In his last moments of consciousness, all he saw was a lean figure materializing from thin air.
Xiao Buli waved his hand to send the Ethereal Sword back to the void. He stuffed the bodies of Little Li and Little Wang into the car, then pushed it down the muddy ditch beside the road using the earthen slope of the roadbed. The sand and mud washed down by the downpour were enough to bury the car. Having done all this, his gaze turned to the villa in the rain.