That was a shop that had been abandoned long ago, no people, no goods, not even electricity.
Yun Kuang's head banged against the steering wheel, luckily he reacted quickly and stepped on the brake.
"Is everyone okay?" Yun Kuang came to his senses and asked with difficulty.
"I'm fine, I... I'm still alive."
A companion in the backseat also woke up, touched the thing in his arms, and let out a scream.
"What the hell, whose leg is this? Whose thigh got knocked off? Hey, Brother Yun, did we hit someone?"
"We hit a ghost, it's a mannequin." Another companion grabbed the leg and threw it away.
Yun Kuang broke out in a cold sweat, angrily scolding, "What the hell are you doing, scared the shit out of me."
The others responded one by one, all just minor injuries, nothing serious.
Yun Kuang finally breathed a sigh of relief, as long as no one died.
