Veins popped up on his forehead, and Wang Jin felt that his inspiration was being consumed rapidly.
Wang Jin's ability is not without cost. Although Wutong Shen looks ugly, his strength is not weak at all.
The suppression effect became less and less obvious, and the paper people began to take action under the control of the Wutong God.
Wang Jin controlled the Wutong Shen with all his strength, and then made a gesture to Xiao Hei who was in a daze.
Xiao Hei quickly came over, his arm turning into a blade, always on guard against the attack of the paper man.
"Close your eyes, you'll be fine soon."
The young man smiled and said to Wutong Shen, then he took out a fruit knife and stabbed him in the eye socket.
"ah!!!"
The screams and blood shocked Wang Jin's nerves, but he didn't seem to care.
Wutongshen's vision is temporarily destroyed, but it can still see things around it through the perspectives of other black paper figures.
"This is not okay."
Wang Jin wiped the blood on his hand and then turned on the ghost lamp.
The sight of the black paper figures was cut off, and the Wutong God could no longer share their vision and became completely blind.
"Be patient."
Wang Jin said softly to the Wutong God with a ferocious and cruel smile.
The fruit knife passed lightly, the skin and flesh on Wutong Shen's neck were torn, and the bones were cut off.
It's hard to imagine that a fruit knife can cut off a person's head so easily. This is all due to the huge strength of the paper-shaped arm.
"呲——"
Smelly black and red blood spurted out, and the strange-looking head rolled to the ground.
For an ordinary person, the injury would be fatal, but Wutong Shen showed no reaction.
The eye sockets that turned into two bloody holes were still facing Wang Jin's direction, and even bared his teeth.
Guitan cannot be killed, so Wang Jin can only use this method to weaken its strength temporarily, so as to stabilize his hard-won advantage.
Lifting the hand that was on his shoulder, Wutong Shen's body lost its control and began to twitch.
It is almost impossible to suppress the Wutong Shen for a long time. Wang Jin's inspiration cannot withstand such consumption.
But if one head is suppressed, Wang Jin is still confident that he can hold on for another half minute.
As for what he can do with this half minute, he has already thought about it.
Whether he lives or dies depends on this wave.
Wang Jin grabbed the hair on the top of Wutong Shen's head and lifted his head in his hands.
"Xiao Hei, get ready to run!"
Samsung Xiaohei picked up Wang Jin and ran away.
"Thirty seconds."
Wang Jin suppressed the head in his hands and began to count down.
Wutong Shen stood up unsteadily and chased towards his head.
My head is completely blind, and my body cannot see the way.
The headless body stumbled and fell to the ground from time to time.
But even so, its speed is still slightly faster than Wang Jin.
"How to fight?"
Wang Jin frowned as he looked at Wutong Shen's approaching body.
A body without a head can run faster than Samsung Xiaohei. It is simply unreasonable.
I rummaged through my backpack and found nothing useful.
"twenty-three."
Xiao Hei's speed was a little faster than when he first arrived, probably because Wang Jin's body became lighter again.
The paper-human transformation process has not stopped. Half of Wang Jin's body has become numb, and now he can only rely on Xiao Hei's help to move.
"Fifteen seconds."
Wu Tongshen's bloody eye sockets began to heal, and Wang Jin gradually couldn't suppress his head.
Figures of people gradually flashed past on both sides of the road, and they were manipulated black paper figures.
However, because the Wutong God only has one head, the paper people are not very flexible and were easily dodged by Xiao Hei.
The entire back mountain was almost full of black paper figures. Wang Jin was now very lucky that he had been fighting ghosts and blowing out the lamp along the way. Otherwise, he would have been completely cold by now.
"You are really insidious."
Wang Jin put away the ghost blowing lamp, then patted the head in his hand, his monkey-like face bared his teeth at him.
"Seven seconds!"
Xiao Hei was running back to the ancestral hall, but in just half a minute, he didn't even reach half of the distance.
The speed of the black paper figures was getting faster and faster, and one or two gradually caught up with Xiao Hei's figure.
Wutongshen's eyes grew back, but before he could see this beautiful world, he was blinded again by Wang Jin.
"Hey, do you remember how many people you killed?"
Wang Jin didn't seem to be in a hurry, and instead chatted leisurely with the head in his hand.
"Humans are too weak and not worth remembering."
"However, one more human will die under my hands soon."
The Wutong Shen, who only had his head left, smiled sadly. He could feel the human's hands trembling.
"Three seconds!"
Wang Jin's face began to turn pale, and his inspiration was almost drained.
Big beads of sweat began to fall down, and the joints creaked from the exertion.
There were more and more black paper figures, and almost all of them followed.
They ran on all fours, like ghosts that couldn't be shaken off.
"Two seconds!"
Wang Jin stabbed the fruit knife into his head again, and Wang Jin would not let go of any opportunity to inflict serious damage on him.
"Roar!!"
Wutong Shen opened his mouth wide and bloody, and Wang Jin's suppression no longer posed a threat.
"So good."
With quick eyes and quick hands, Wang Jin suddenly stuffed the grenade into Wutong Shen's big mouth.
He didn't expect Wutong Shen to be so cooperative and even open his mouth on his own initiative.
"Let's go!"
Rounding his arms, Wang Jin suddenly threw the Wutong Shen's head far away.
The black paper figure behind him ran towards the head together with the headless body, leaving only a small part to chase Wang Jin and Xiao Hei.
Wutong Shen had a grenade stuffed in his mouth, but an ugly smile appeared on his face. He was very confident in his excellent reaction speed.
"This human being actually dares to stuff a grenade into my mouth? It's really too long to live."
"Cough cough cough, bah!"
The Wutong Shen, who had lost his suppression, returned to his peak. He flipped his tongue and spit the grenade at Wang Jin at the critical moment.
Jie Jie laughed strangely, and the Wutong Shen had already imagined that this clever human being was turned into minced meat.
The grenade spun and fell in front of Wang Jin. He caught it firmly and put it into his backpack.
"Don't forget it."
Wang Jin spread his hands and saw that the latch of the grenade was not pulled out at all.
"What?!"
Wutong Shen did not wait for the expected explosion, and then he realized that he had been tricked again.
"Damn! Damn humans!"
Wutong Shen always boasted that he was very scheming, but he didn't expect that this human being was actually more sinister than him, which made him very angry.
No matter how angry I am, I can't vent my anger to Wang Jin without my body.
"Whoosh——"
The bloody head drew a beautiful arc in the air, and was then firmly caught by the headless body.
The black paper figures behind him jumped forward and backward, as if they were afraid that their heads would be hurt again.
After all, being able to heal on its own does not mean that there is no pain.
"Hehe, good job."
Wang Jin looked at the piles of black paper figures with a strange smile on his face.