After pulling the latch and waiting for a moment, Xiao Hei rounded his arms and threw the grenade violently.
Samsung Xiaohei's strength was so great that the distance of nearly a hundred meters seemed to be nothing, and the grenade flew into the well while spinning.
"Bang!"
"Boom!"
The next second, a thundering sound was heard, and the entire back mountain was shaken, and earth, stone, and dust rolled down.
Just like a quarry worker burying a detonator, an explosion in this well almost cracked the mountain apart.
To Wang Jin's surprise, what flew out of the well was not water splash, but black paper ash.
Wutong Shen ambushed a large number of black paper figures in the well, but this wave was directly intercepted by Wang Jin.
"I'll go, it's too fast."
Wang Jin from a distance witnessed everything. After unplugging the bolt, he deliberately asked Xiao Hei to wait for a while before throwing the thunder, just to not give the Wutong God time to react.
He even fired a shot when Xiao Hei was throwing thunder, attracting the attention of Wutong God.
However, the moment the grenade fell into the well, the Wutong Shen squatting on the wellhead was suddenly stunned, and then without thinking, his figure blurred and disappeared directly on the spot.
This big black monkey was as fast as teleporting, and bullets and grenades all missed.
The great first-mover advantage didn't work, and Wang Jin was helpless.
He also expected that something with a god in its name could not be that weak.
"Roar!"
The black paper figure quietly chased after him and stepped into the area covered by the ghost blowing lantern.
Wutong Shen's perspective was the same as that of the paper man, and he instantly understood Wang Jin's position.
There's no dialogue and nothing fancy.
Both men want the other to die.
"Oh shit!"
Seemingly not caring about the pain in his right arm, the ashen-faced Wang Jin suddenly drew his gun and fired, causing the lighter to fly to an unknown place.
The black paper man was smashed to pieces by Xiao Hei's punch, followed closely by the figure of Wutong Shen.
Wang Jin finally understood why Wutong Shen wanted to make the paper man so similar to himself.
He was hiding among the paper figures and couldn't tell which ones were real and which ones were fake.
But distinguishing them is meaningless to Wang Jin.
Regardless of whether he is a paper man or a five-power god, as long as he gets close to him, Wang Jin will have no choice but to wait for death.
"Ouch!"
With a weird roar, the sharp fangs of Wutong God bit Wang Jin's shoulder hard.
His speed was so fast that he couldn't even see clearly.
Even Xiao Hei couldn't keep up with his speed, let alone Wang Jin.
Li Hui was wearing a ghost-blowing lamp vest, while Wang Jin had no protection whatsoever.
Even the groom's clothes were given to Xiao Hei.
"If he were still wearing the groom's clothes, at least his death would be less painful."
Wutong magically puts a smile on his ugly face.
"However, the more painful you are, the happier I will be."
It was as if he could see this disobedient human being crying bitterly the next second.
Beg for mercy, struggle, and then die in pain.
Just like those humans before.
Wutong Shen secreted saliva crazily from his mouth. He hadn't eaten fresh blood food for a long time.
"Kill you and your bride will be mine."
As if satisfying some strange hobby, Wutong Shen's eyes gradually revealed a fanatical light.
"ah!!!!"
The fangs gleamed with cold light, and Wang Jin couldn't avoid it at all.
The Wutong God bit his shoulders and neck crazily, and Wang Jin let out a heart-rending roar.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
I don't know if he was frightened, but the expression on Wang Jin's face twitched unnaturally, and even his screams became distorted.
"Ha ha ha ha!!"
Wutong Shen didn't pay attention. He had seen too many human deaths, including all kinds of strange things.
The young man kept struggling, but his mortal body was unable to fight the monster head-on. In panic, he began to shoot randomly with the demon gun Colt.
Wang Jin, who had no intention of resisting, couldn't hit Wutong Shen at all, and the bullet flew past his skin.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"
The dying man let out his last scream, and then started shooting continuously.
"Bang bang bang!"
The sound of a large-caliber pistol is not quiet. The sound produced by continuous shooting is mixed with screams and laughter, which can completely hide some small sounds.
For example...the sound of footsteps.
"puff!"
Blood splatters.
Wutong Shen was stunned when he saw the tip of the knife coming out of his chest, and didn't seem to react.
"Blood? Yes, why does this human being have no blood?"
Wutong Shen suddenly realized something was wrong.
The taste of this human is not right, the color is not right, and even the struggling reaction is a bit fake.
"Mirror Ghost! Haunt him!"
A young man's voice came from behind, followed by a sticky and slippery feeling.
When Wutong Shen lowered his head, he realized that the Wang Jin he had bitten had turned into a ball of black jelly, which was slowly absorbing his body.
"Get away! Get away!"
Wutong Shen just wanted to struggle, but found that he had no strength at all. The hands on his shoulders were like iron pliers, holding him down.
The offensive is reversed, reversed again!
The advantage returned to Wang Jin's hands.
After throwing the grenade, he took advantage of the chaos and hid behind a big rock on the side of the road. Then he let the mirror ghost transform into his own appearance and stood in the middle of the road with the ghost blowing lantern.
Wang Jin had found that location in advance, and as long as the black paper man caught up with him, he would definitely pass by there.
In order to appear more realistic, Wang Jin even asked Xiao Hei to stand with the Mirror Ghost.
Wang Jin had long expected the approach of the black paper man, and he had already made a plan as his inspiration flashed.
The moment the mirror ghost was attacked, he pretended to let go and threw the ghost blowing lamp to him.
Wang Jin lit the ghost and blew out the lantern to avoid the sight of other paper figures chasing after him.
The mirror ghost screamed while firing, hiding Wang Jin's footsteps so that he could touch it quietly.
Then he gave him the knife in a silent step, all in one go.
The general will use his strategy, this wave of Wang Jin is in the atmosphere.
Of course, a ghost story cannot be killed like this.
Wang Jin could feel that his suppression was becoming more and more difficult, and he had to find a way to stabilize his advantage.
Although the ghost-pressing talisman is effective, it has been used once before. Wang Jin is worried that it will not be able to immobilize the Wutong Shen in its prime state, but will be damaged.
It is also unrealistic to let Mirror Ghost directly seize the body of Wutong God. Instead, it will hurt Mirror Ghost and make him leave the game early.
There are not many helpers around Wang Jin, so we can't waste any more.
The demon gun Colt was almost out of bullets when he attracted attention, and there were only a few bullets left.
After searching around, Wang Jin really couldn't find any means that he could use to severely damage Wutong Shen.
Wutong Shen's body was gradually trembling, and he was about to break free from Wang Jin's suppression.
While Wang Jin was thinking, he was not idle at the same time. He stabbed more than forty times with the fruit knife in his hand, but the Wutong Shen was still very active.
I poked him all over, just to relieve my anger.
"Damn it, this is the only way."
After hesitating for a moment, Wang Jin shook his head helplessly.