"Go, what on earth is flying in the sky? It's so scary!" Fang Shiteng couldn't help shouting.

Mo Shouchen frowned. He held the burning stick and stared at the heads flying in the sky. He said, "I don't know either. Be careful! They are flying towards here."

There was a human head that circled around the hut, and then dived directly towards Fang Shiteng. As the distance got closer, he saw that it was the head of a middle-aged woman, with bloody internal organs attached to the neck.

, as if it had just been pulled out of the body.

"Don't come here!"

Fang Shiteng was frightened out of his wits. He hid back desperately, and the wooden stick in his hand became a decoration.

In desperation, Mo Shouchen swung the wooden stick in his hand and hit the head flying towards Fang Shiteng. The fire light drew a dazzling arc in the dark night, and with a "pop" sound, the wooden stick hit the target, and the head looked like a baseball.

They were all knocked out.

But just when Mo Shouchen thought he could kill a human head with one blow, the head just rolled a few times in mid-air and then flew back to the sky above the hay shed.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Several heads in the air screamed a few times, and it was unclear whether they were discussing something. After a while, they began to fly quickly around the hay shed, seemingly waiting for the best opportunity to attack.

Mo Shouchen turned his body back and forth in the hay shed to prevent the heads in the air from attacking from behind, but after all, he could only take care of one side at the same time, and these heads flew extremely fast, and if he was not careful, he might be killed.

A loophole was taken advantage of.

He had no choice but to kick Fang Shiteng, who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, and then said: "Get up quickly. I can't keep an eye on so many heads. I'll leave my back to you!"

"Ah? But I don't dare!" Fang Shiteng said tremblingly.

"If you don't dare, you have to do it for me, otherwise we will both die here!"

Fang Shiteng looked up at the heads in the sky, and then at Mo Shouchen, who had a solemn expression. Then he suddenly shouted, "Who is afraid of whom?" Then he stood up with a wooden stick and stood back to back with Mo Shouchen.

stood together.

The heads in the air gradually lost their patience, and one of them suddenly rushed towards Fang Shiteng.

Because he was still frightened in his heart, Fang Shiteng did not pick up the stick to hit him. Instead, he held the stick and stabbed the head towards him. As a result, the stabbing thrust the still burning stick directly into the mouth of the head.

"Haha, how does the braised lion's head taste?"

Seeing that he had stabbed a human head, Fang Shiteng became a little elated, but he soon discovered that the human head was biting his stick and would not let go, and it was not afraid of the flames on it at all.

At this time, another human head saw the opportunity and rushed down, but Fang Shiteng's wooden stick was firmly bitten by the previous human head and could not be pulled out at all.

"Brother Mo, help!"

Fang Shiteng, who was in trouble, had no choice but to ask Mo Shouchen for help.

Hearing the shouts, Mo Shouchen, who had just knocked off a human head, quickly turned around. He saw that the head was less than five meters away from Fang Shiteng. At such a close distance, he had no time to swing the stick.

In desperation, he had no choice but to turn around and place the stick in his hand in front of Fang Shiteng to block the head's attack. As a result, his stick was also bitten by the head.

Then there was a "click" sound, and the stick, which was almost as thick as his right wrist, was bitten into two pieces.

Such a terrifying bite force is believed to be comparable to that of a crocodile. If you are accidentally bitten by one, you will probably lose half your life, if not death.

"Quick! Run into the woods!"

Mo Shouchen shouted, dropped half of the stick in his hand and ran towards the woods.

Fang Shiteng didn't hesitate at all. He let go of the wooden stick that was bitten by the head, and then ran towards the woods with Mo Shouchen.

At this time, they were only about 50 meters away from the nearest woods, but they couldn't run fast at all on the soft sand.

Mo Shouchen, who was running in front, looked back and saw that two human heads had caught up to Fang Shiteng's head and were about to bite him.

In desperation, he had no choice but to throw himself to the ground, grab two handfuls of sand, roll on the beach, then stand up and throw the sand in his hand toward the two heads.

This series of actions was completed in one go, without any sloppiness.

The two heads that were thrown into the eyes by the sand immediately lost their vision. They could only rely on sound and memory to determine Fang Shiteng's position. As a result, the two heads collided directly in mid-air, and Fang Shiteng was almost bitten.

Escaped.

Finally, the two people successfully ran into the woods. Because the trees were thick with leaves, the heads could not fly in the woods. They hovered outside the woods for a while, and then left.

While Mo Shouchen was wearing rough clothes, he carefully observed his surroundings. He felt that the woods were not necessarily safer than the beach.

At this time, Fang Shiteng beside him suddenly started to unbutton his pants. Mo Shouchen asked doubtfully: "Why are you unbuttoning your pants?"

"What else can I do? Of course I have to pee! I started holding it in when those heads flew over and I almost peed in my pants just now."

"Who told you to drink all the water just now? You deserve it!"

Fang Shiteng, who had unbuttoned his pants, stopped bickering with Mo Shouchen. He walked under a big tree and began to pour water while whistling. The sound of "squeaking" was particularly clear in the silent woods.

Mo Shouchen didn't have the habit of watching others go to the toilet, so he turned around and continued to watch his surroundings.

After draining the water, Fang Shiteng couldn't help but shudder. He was about to lift his pants when he suddenly felt something put on his shoulder.

He shook his shoulders and said, "What are you doing? I haven't finished lifting my pants yet!"

"What did you say?" Mo Shouchen's voice came from not far away.

Fang Shiteng suddenly froze while lifting his pants because he heard Mo Shouchen's voice at least one or two meters away from him, and it was impossible for a person to stretch his hand so far.

So what was it that was put on my shoulders just now?

Fang Shiteng slowly turned his head away. There was nothing on his shoulders. Mo Shouchen was indeed standing about two meters away from him. Could it be that a branch or leaf just fell on his shoulders?

He slowly raised his head, but when he saw the scene above his head, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the pants in his hand fell down because he couldn't hold them.
Chapter completed!