Chapter 558: Escape
"This speed is not right."
The young man frowned and followed closely the figure in black not far away.
Wang Jin is very good at observing details.
Kong E is a tomb robber, and he will subconsciously lower his body when moving quickly.
Moreover, the left hand basically does not move, but instead protects the internal organs.
This is a habit he developed in the tombs filled with institutions.
From this point of view, the figure in the distance is obviously not Kong E.
But... the Wei Shan in Wang Jin's impression is also different.
Wei Shan may not be a qualified Taoist priest, but he is a qualified policeman.
His right hand will hover around his waist, making it easier to draw the gun at the first opportunity.
And the figure with its hands waving wildly was not either of them.
"The New Ten Evils."
Almost instantly, Wang Jin determined the identity of the other party.
"Huh... I left in a hurry and didn't take my backpack."
Wang Jin gritted his teeth and gave up the idea of using a shotgun on the street.
After all, this is not Fuso, and he is not a male gunner.
"Damn it!"
A person suddenly jumped out of the alley in front of him, and Wang Jin subconsciously turned over and jumped up.
With the help of Xiao Hei, it clings to the wall.
Wang Jin did not intend to run wildly on the street in fancy clothes, so the red mask on his face had disappeared.
He only retained the bloody robe that covered his school uniform, and the iron claws that were ready to attack at any time.
Although it's a bit conspicuous, it's still better than running around on the street wearing a school uniform.
And at this time, people who work go to work, and people who go to school go to school.
And the homeless haven't gotten up yet.
In fact, there are not many people who really know how to wander around on the street.
However, the person who almost bumped into Wang Jin just now was one of them.
After seeing the other party's face clearly, Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, then frowned.
"Wei Shan."
Watching the other party's figure slowly leaving, Wang Jin looked a little solemn.
This time, Wei Shan did put his hand on his waist, maintaining a posture where he could take out his gun at any time.
It was exactly the same as Wang Jin remembered.
"Something's wrong."
Wang Jin frowned and muttered softly.
He didn't chase any of them, but continued to cling to the wall.
Things are starting to get weird, and Wang Jin is not going to act rashly.
"It would be interesting if we make another evildoer."
Wang Jin frowned and began to predict what would happen next.
As soon as he finished speaking, Kong E, wearing a black hood, slowly walked out of the supermarket nearby.
Both his expression and movements are exactly the same as in Wang Jin's memory.
As if aware of the distant gaze, Kong E raised his head slightly and looked at Wang Jin with eyes full of provocation.
At the same time, the person who initially unleashed his murderous intent on Wang Jin also stopped running and turned his head to look over.
Even Wei Shan, who passed by just now, was like this.
Three identical faces stared at Wang Jin at the same time, but their expressions were different.
Defiant, angry, disbelieving.
It's a little scary.
"Three... could there be more?"
Wang Jin still made no move, but glared at them.
He did not strike first and kill Wei Shan who was closest to him.
But I plan to see the situation.
The reason is simple.
Wei Shan, Kong E, and that guy who is standing in other people's faces.
The probability of these three people appearing at the same time is not high, but it is not zero.
From this point of view, the unknown person might want to induce him to take action against Wei Shan.
Things will get quite troublesome then.
And if Wei Shan's face continues to appear next, it is basically certain that what he is experiencing is an illusion.
Su Xi's vision.
Although doing so will have a strong visual impact, it can also easily drive people crazy.
But for Wang Jin, he directly identified his identity.
"Come on, let me see what's going on?"
Wang Jin frowned and scanned the entire neighborhood.
Unfortunately, things did not develop as he imagined.
A man with a butcher's face walked out of the noodle shop.
As if he had just filled his stomach, he reached out and wiped his mouth, showing a satisfied smile.
Then he looked at Wang Jin.
Cook Jia.
"People who should be locked up in basements."
Wang Jin spoke softly, his tone still without any trace of panic.
This situation may still happen.
So I still can't act rashly.
squeak——
The appearance of Pao Jia seemed to be some kind of signal.
The window not far from Wang Jin was suddenly pushed open, and an old figure poked his head out.
Head of the land.
This is not over yet.
Doctors, Su Xi, Liu Jianghe, Wu Zhuo, and strange figures in black robes.
People who had expressed hostility towards Wang Jin during this period appeared one after another, casting eyes full of various emotions.
An invisible sense of oppression slowly spreads, making people breathless.
It's a terrible feeling to see all your enemies in front of you at the same time.
Ordinary people have basically lost their minds when faced with this weird scene.
Of course, ordinary people shouldn't have that many enemies.
Precisely because of the staggering numbers, the pressure Wang Jin had to face was incredibly strong.
What's more, this sense of oppression is also mixed with a touch of pollution.
It seems that as long as he shows a hint of fear, all enemies will swarm him.
pity…
Wang Jin didn't feel scared at all.
He was even a little excited.
Then Wang Jin raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.
He was a little worried at first, but when he saw the doctor and Lu Zhishou appearing at the same time, and there was no barrier...
In fact, I can already make a rough guess.
It is true at first glance, but it is judged to be false.
What's more, Wang Jin believes in his own vision of people.
For example, Wuzong.
After all, Wang Jin knows where the women he cares about are.
Wu Zhuo also knew that he even said this on his own initiative.
He wanted Wang Jin to take more care of those girls after his death.
People who can openly talk about their weaknesses will not suddenly betray them.
What's more, Wang Jin is a divine messenger, and the person behind him is an indescribable existence.
It is impossible for Wu Zhuo to suddenly stand on the opposite side of the Plush Rong God Cult.
"I should actually thank you."
Wang Jin grinned and murmured softly.
This is true.
He could guess the identity of the man in black robe.
An unknown person who is hostile to me...
This has narrowed the scope to an extreme.
reincarnation.
Wang Jinzheng was worried that he didn't know what the other party looked like, so this high imitation product was delivered to his door.
He didn't know how far the other party could do it, but there was nothing wrong with giving it a try.
Then, the young man clinging to the wall grinned.
The iron claws rubbed against the masonry, leaving a heart-stopping sound and cracks.
It's like the top predator is carefully studying its prey.
"Get ready to run away, you blind thing."
Wang Jin murmured softly, and the iron mask slowly covered his face.
The next second, the blood shadow flashed and the iron claws screamed.
The whole street is like purgatory.
This chapter has been completed!