The familiar figure did not turn back, or even look at this side, as if it had not heard, and soon disappeared in his vision.

He couldn't get off because the car was driving. At this time, his cold sweat came out. He couldn't feel a trace of heat or even some chills in this hot summer.

How could a dead man live?

The question was a bit creepy, but he immediately thought of Zhou Hua and his two clones, and said to himself, "Do they look alike?"

Zhao Bin shook his head and let these confused ideas leave his head for the time being. What he needs to consider...