Then another head collapsed, with a thud, Wu Zong screamed in pain, quickly got up, turned around and ran away!
But what speed is he? What speed is Fang Zheng? No matter how fast he runs, he can't outrun Fang Zheng, who is strolling in the courtyard. Fang Zheng plays while walking, and Wu Zong screams as he runs. His originally short hair cannot be covered
How many scalps? Now my head is covered with bumps. At first glance, it looks like a toad has become sperm.
Wu Zong ran for about a kilometer before he couldn't run anymore. He ran slower and slower, but Fang Zheng behind him seemed to be okay. Walking beside him, he raised his hand and his head collapsed, and his backhand hit him again. Wu Zong was in pain.
Screaming repeatedly.
When he got to the back, he didn't even have the strength to scream. When Fangzheng flicked it, he let out a hoarse voice.
After another kilometer, Wu Zong cried and shouted: "What on earth are you going to do? You say it, and I will do it as you say. Please let me go."
However, Fangzheng didn't say anything at all and just followed him, playing as he walked. He suddenly fell in love with playing and his head collapsed. This was much more enjoyable than playing with the little head of a squirrel. Once he played, there was also sound feedback, which was very refreshing.
Fangzheng didn't say anything, so Wu Zong could only keep running. At this moment, the two of them passed by a canteen in a village. The canteens in rural areas sell a variety of things, including bucket noodles and meat. The butcher shop is outside, with tables
There was a machete shining brightly on it.
The owner of the shop seemed not to be outside, and no one was seen on the road in the village.
Seeing this machete, Wu Zong's eyes lit up, and he grew evil and said in his heart: "I can't hit you with a car, and I can't kill you even if I don't use a knife! Anyway, I can't get rid of this ghost monk, so I might as well fight.
!What if it happens?”
Thinking of this, Wu Zong suddenly accelerated towards the pork shop, picked up the bone chopping knife on it, turned around and shouted: "Don't come here! Get away from me! If you come near me again, I will chop... hack you to death!"
"
When it comes to hacking to death, Wu Zong is a little unsure. Can this monk ghost really be hacked to death? In history, I have never heard of any ghost that can be hacked to death with a knife!
Sure enough, the ghost monk was not afraid at all. He looked at him with a smile, raised his right hand high, clasped his index finger with his thumb, and made an OK gesture that made him collapse.
"Are you done with this? Can't you let me go?" Wu Zong shouted.
Unfortunately, the monk ghost still didn't speak and walked over with his hand raised.
Seeing that the negotiation failed, Wu Zong roared, raised his bone chopping knife and chopped off the glaring bald head!
The monk didn't even try to avoid him, he still walked over with his OK sign raised high.
Wu Zong seemed to have seen the scene of splitting the monk's bald head open with a knife. His eyes were red, a bit ferocious, and he shouted excitedly: "Go to hell!"
when!
Ideals are plump, but reality is often skinny. With this cut, Wu Zong only felt numbness in the tiger's mouth, and almost lost his grip on the bone-chopping knife! At the same time, he clearly saw that the bone-chopping knife fell on this bald head,
He actually cut out the sparks!
Sparks were really flying! That scene made him despair on the spot! He couldn't be killed by a car or hit by a knife. This is ridiculous...
Before he could think of anything else, he felt a sharp pain in his hand. He could no longer hold the machete, so he let go subconsciously, and the machete fell to the ground with a clang.
The ghost monk seemed to be interested in the machete and lowered his head to pick it up.
As soon as Wu Zong saw an opportunity, he just recovered some strength, turned around and ran away! He saw a motorcycle parked not far away. It hadn't turned off yet, and he didn't know who it belonged to. But at this moment, the motorcycle
It doesn't matter who owns the car anymore, as long as it can be driven, that's fine.
So Wu Zong ran away, got on his motorcycle, stepped on the accelerator, accelerated, and rushed!
30 yards!
50 yards!
60 yards!
90 yards!
"Haha, I'm not a professional at driving, but I am an experienced driver on motorcycles! At this speed, you're like a monk with a mud horse, come and chase me! Come on!" Wu Zong looked at the speedometer, getting more and more excited as he looked at it, laughing loudly.
"Oh." At this moment, a faint voice came from behind. The voice was extremely familiar, especially when it was accompanied by a familiar strong wind!
"I...shit!" Wu Zong cursed, and when he looked back, he saw a monk who had not known when he got on his motorcycle, sat behind him, raised his hand and made an OK gesture.
"Fuck!" Wu Zong only had time to curse, and there was a thud, which hurt him and tears instantly flowed out. However, after being hit for a long time, Wu Zong didn't panic as much at the beginning. He was mentally prepared, and the car was still moving.
Just drive away, lest you accidentally fall to death. But the current situation is that if you get out of the car and run, you can still distance yourself.
Riding a motorcycle and running with a ghost on his back, even if the speed reaches the sky, he can't even try to open up a little distance. Thinking of this, enduring the headache that kept falling on his head, Wu Zong slowly stopped the motorcycle, and then jumped
Get off the car and run away.
But this running is just to comfort himself. No matter how fast he runs, can he still outrun the monk ghost?
So the days of walking and wailing and begging for mercy began again.
The sun was gradually tilting, and a person was walking in front of him on the country road, and he let out a hoarse whine from time to time. Behind him was a monk in white, who flicked the man's head from time to time, and their shadows were stretched by the setting sun.
For a special picture.
At night, Wu Zong walked for a day. His legs were weak from exhaustion and his eyes were a little dark. He moved with difficulty and said bitterly: "Monk, are you done yet? Aren't you hungry?"
While Wu Zong was speaking, he looked back and saw that the monk ghost had bought bread from nowhere, unpacked it, and ate it happily.
Smelling the aroma of bread, Wu Zong became even hungrier. He touched his belly and looked at Fang Zheng bitterly.
Fang Zheng smiled slightly, raised his right hand, boom!
ah……
Wu Zong continued to run desperately.
"Monk, are you still chasing me? Aren't you thirsty?" Wu Zong was really about to collapse. He turned around and looked at Fang Zheng. As a result, Fang Zheng took out a bottle of mineral water from the plastic bag in his hand and drank it happily.
Wu Zong licked his chapped lips and looked at Fang Zheng expectantly.
Fangzheng raised his hand, boom!
"Grass mud horse..." This is the only way Wu Zong can fight back. If you can't beat him, I'll scold you!
Continuing to move forward, the moon climbed up to the middle of the sky and then set again. Wu Zong felt that he could not even open his eyelids and was shaking when he walked.
Wu Zong really wanted not to leave, not to run, he couldn't run away anyway, so he might as well sit here and rest! However, as soon as he stopped, the frequency of the other party's brain collapse obviously accelerated, and it became faster and faster.
The pain got worse! Soon he couldn't bear it anymore and could only keep running. As for sleeping? It was obvious that he was overthinking...
Chapter completed!