Deputy Zhao wanted to say more, but ultimately, he shut his mouth.
At Mu Rufeng's gesture, he nonchalantly launched tickle-like attacks at the Bloody Train.
Swiping around and such, Deputy Zhao still had no problems with that.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A series of dull thuds echoed from afar.
One after another, pig-headed ghosts appeared on the deck.
Level 6, Level 7, Level 8, all in all, there were a dozen or so.
Their eyes blood-red, they emitted a sinister black aura, devoid of any rationality, inducing fear and trepidation in others.
"Uh, Mr. Mu, these pig-headed ghosts are valuable assets of the ship. Please go easy on them, and try not to kill them all," Deputy Zhao hurriedly reminded.
Mu Rufeng, who had just lifted his hand, nodded slightly upon hearing this.
In an instant, Mu Rufeng stepped forward, and a black ghostly aura instantly spread out, enveloping all the pig-headed ghosts.
"Roar!"
The pig-headed ghosts suddenly bellowed and began furiously smashing the ground.
