"I can feel that this guy is getting weaker and weaker!" James, a white vampire, looks rather embarrassed with his head covered in mud, but he is really ruthless and doesn't say a word from beginning to end.

Relying on a strong sense of smell, even though they delayed a lot of time and made a long detour, they still chased after them stubbornly.

Before leaving California and about to enter Arizona, they catch up with Bella, who discovers them at the same time.

Inside the psychic vision, she also saw a larger object from behind the three of them.

Bella couldn't help but look back, and the three vampires were running and looking at the behemoth that suddenly appeared behind them.

I saw a big black truck coming out of the fog, and the six headlights reflected the road as if it was daytime, and the cab was empty, but the steering wheel and accelerator seemed to be controlled by someone, turning and accelerating!

The big truck didn't hesitate for a moment, and the speed increased to the limit, and it drove at full speed towards several people, and there was a posture of crushing the three vampires and Bella's pickup into powder together.

What is this? Is there only so many demons and monsters on American roads?! Do ordinary people still have a way to live?

Bella's head poked out of the window, squinting to take a closer look.

She didn't understand the American truck, but she could roughly see the sign on the car.

The license plate of each state is different, for example, the license plate of Washington State has a snow-capped mountain in the background, and the sign of this fast truck in the distance obviously does not belong to several nearby states.

Roughly what looks like a simple right-angled trapezoidal sign, Bella thought for a moment, this seems to be the shape of Missouri on the map?

What kind of spirit is it that a big Missouri truck, or rather a ghost truck, that straddles three or four states and goes to great lengths to come to Arizona to kill people?

She felt the emotions inside the ghost truck, which was full of evil spirits, and no doubt that the Grim Reaper had used some messy coincidence to get it all the way to kill people.

Bella's psionic energy collided lightly with the ghost truck, and then immediately let go.

She found something interesting, the core of this truck is a wronged soul, a wronged soul who died with hatred.

This guy was not a good guy in his life, but when he died, he was beaten to death by a partnership of three black men, and then the truck he was driving was pushed into the mud and the scene of the accident was faked.

The resentment in the trucker's heart is hard to quench, and he has been attached to the truck for all these years, wandering around Missouri when he has nothing to do.

"Big Brother Black, stop chasing! Can I apologize to you? Bela shouted behind her, pulling her neck.

Her pickup truck is at the front, the vampire trio is in the middle, and the ghost truck is in the back.

The vampire trio still believes that Bella and the ghost truck behind her are in a group, and they deliberately pull in the distance to make the ghost truck and Bella's pickup collide together, which is a bit of a 'spear to attack the shield of the child'.

As Bella shouted, they sped up and jumped to the side of the road, hoping that the ghost truck would not be able to slow down and crash headlong into the pickup truck in front of them.

The two cars were less than ten meters apart, and at the speed of the ghost truck, it only took two or three seconds at most to hit the car in front, but at this time, the accident happened, and the ghost truck had an obvious hesitation after hearing Bella's shout, and then the front of the car turned forty-five degrees unscientifically, and rushed towards the black vampire who had jumped to the side of the road at a faster speed.

“FUCK！ Foda-se a tua mãe！ ......" even English with Portuguese and African indigenous languages, the black vampire was so angry that he felt a strong discrimination, and he felt uneasy when he changed several languages in a row.

But seeing the ghost truck crashing madly, he couldn't take his head to the top, didn't say anything, keep running!

The two vampire companions hesitated for a moment, and saw that Bella's pickup had disappeared without a trace.

They could only save their black companions with a depressed face.

James, a white vampire, rushed into the cab of the ghost truck, he found it empty, stepped on the brakes, the brakes did not respond, hit the steering wheel, the steering wheel did not move, and then went to push the car door, and found that the door seemed to be welded shut, and even he could not get out.

And the ghost truck has been accelerating, targeting black vampires.

James had a little confusion in his eyes, what should he do in this situation?

"Tear it down! Tear down this! Hurry up! The black vampire kept changing directions, but the ghost truck seemed to recognize him and vowed not to give up until he was killed.

What you didn't say, let's dismantle it!

James slammed in the cab and saw what was smashed.

The female vampire is outside to help, and the lights, hoods, exhaust pipes, and tires are all her targets.

The black vampire was driven up and down, and his physical strength was enormous, his eyes were scarlet, and he had to use the essence blood that was the core of the blood clan to replenish his strength.

“fuck！ You'd better hurry up! ”

"Hurry up! Hurry up! This is going to kill me! ”

"Please, save me! I can't hold on! ”

The black vampire kept urging, which made James and the female vampire very annoyed, and they didn't care about it, and they killed the idiot, but the black vampire began to beg again.

When the three vampires and the ghost truck cross a bridge, the female vampire dismantles the entire engine, and James also destroys the cab and kicks two large holes in the door. At this moment, the bridge deck collapsed! The three vampires are caught off guard and fall along with the ghost truck.

......

James angrily pushed away the boulder and crawled out of the rubble with some difficulty, his gloomy gaze on the ghost truck, which was so miserable and tattered that no one would have wanted it at the scrap yard if it hadn't been for the energy provided by the unjust spirits in it.

A puff ......of black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe of the ghost truck and disappeared into the air at a very slow speed.

"James!" The call of the female vampire sounded in the distance of him, and he turned his head to look.

Victoria, the female vampire, was extremely embarrassed, her fairly beautiful face was covered in scratches, which had been cut by a lawnmower that flew out of nowhere, and a golden head was found to be like it had been gnawed by a dog.

"Don't look at me, look over there." She pointed to the other end of the ruins, and James frowned.

Black vampires are dead.

The bridge collapsed, although he was agile enough to dodge the ghost truck's ramming, but as soon as he fell to the bottom of the bridge, he was smashed in the face by a grinding disc-sized gravel with gravity, this time it was extremely ruthless and accurate, most of his head was smashed, and now only a small piece of his chin is still connected to his neck, obviously dead anymore.