C582 Vicious Five Poisons.

On the main road, a few fast horses were galloping past, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Suddenly, they discovered that there was a person walking on the main road. His pace was neither fast nor slow, and it seemed a little strange.

“Do you want to die, brat? Get out of my way!”

The people on the horses were dressed in uniforms of the police. They were shouting angrily in front of them