An explosion refers to a reaction that causes high pressure in the surrounding space in a very short period of time.
In other words, the smaller the enclosed space, the greater the power of the rapidly expanding gas after the explosion.
Therefore, if you throw firecrackers into a bottle, the sound and power will be greater.
Wang Jin's last ditch effort took advantage of this principle.
In Ah Zi's hut, Wang Jin and Li Hui stuffed a large number of explosive bombs into Ah Zi's stomach in order to threaten the man's body, but they have not taken it out yet.
Because of this, Wang Jincai desperately tried to use the five-tong magic weapon to guide the male corpse.
As for the male corpse, his characteristic is that the closer he gets, the stronger he becomes.
Due to this characteristic, bullets cannot easily penetrate his body.
At this moment, the male corpse is hugging the Wutong Shen tightly, and its characteristic of getting stronger as it gets closer is being brought into full play.
This is equivalent to putting a powerful firecracker into an extremely strong glass bottle.
Once exploded, the power will increase to several times its original value.
"Click."
The switch was pressed, and the body of the male corpse expanded rapidly, and dazzling white light continued to burst out from his cracked body.
The male corpse seemed to be in pain. He waved his arms and released the Wutong Shen.
"Madman, what a madman."
Wutong Shen desperately broke away from Wang Jin's suppression, and then prepared to escape without looking back.
"嘤嘤!"
Wang Jin has completely turned into a paper man and cannot move, but Wangcai and Xiaohei beside him are still okay.
They firmly remembered what Wang Jin said, and while helping the male corpse maintain its physical strength, they stretched their arms to stop the Wutong God.
Their weak bodies could only hold on for a moment, and then were torn apart by the Wutongshen's powerful struggle.
But this is enough.
The white light became more and more dazzling, and the screams of the male corpse became more miserable.
Wang Jin's eyes were neither sad nor happy. To him, the male corpse was just a tool.
What he is more concerned about now is that he may die.
The 80% chance he said he would die was the average probability of death among them.
Relatively speaking, lunatics are very safe.
Wang Jin had also been thinking about why lunatics could no longer be controlled after they died once.
Now it seems that Wutong Shen was doing his best to control the black paper figures and had no time to take care of the few ordinary villagers who were still conscious.
In other words, Madman's camp has actually been classified under the Five Power Gods, but they have not been taken seriously.
Therefore, as long as the Wutong Gods do not die, they will be resurrected in the secret passage.
Of course, the premise is that the secret passage can withstand this explosion.
So, who lowered the probability of survival?
Of course it's Wang Jin.
For Wang Jin, the probability of death is very high, about 95%.
Perhaps it would be more intuitive to compare this to Russian roulette.
If the madmen press three or four bullets, the chances are half and half.
Wang Jin went all-in with six bets, and his gun misfired.
After the paper man dies, his head will turn into a lantern and float to the ancestral hall, where he will be resurrected.
Even if the head becomes broken, it will become an unattractive lantern with a human head.
But if all the bombed debris is left, it's hard to say whether it can be resurrected.
Wang Jin is gambling on his life.
However, he still did not choose to use the Eye of the Ancient God to summon the three ancestors.
For Wang Jin, who has become a paper man, the probability of escaping alive under their three hands is almost zero.
It's like loading a brand-new revolver with six bullets, and then betting that you will be killed by a pig falling from the sky the moment you fire it.
The probability is so slim that it can almost be called a miracle.
A white light suddenly appeared, and Wangcai and Xiaohei hid in Wang Jin's Eye of the Ancient God at the last moment.
Wang Jin, who had completely turned into a paper man, felt no pain, he was just a little scared.
Unlike Li Hui and others who were afraid, they also knew that they could open their eyes again.
Wang Jin knows nothing.
He could only use his step-by-step calculations to drag the Wutong God to destruction.
"I told you I would take you home."
A smile appeared in his eyes, and the next second, Wang Jin lost consciousness.
Wutong Shen didn't even have time to scream, and he turned into ashes before he started to be frightened.
The few meters he finally struggled to escape were nothing compared to the explosion that swept through the entire Bone Corpse Village.
The house made of paper was overturned by the air waves and ignited by the high temperature.
The compressed high-temperature air broke through the constraints of the male corpse's body and spread again and again in the corpse village.
All the paper figures in the village were turned into ashes, and only a few in the corners could barely make out their human shapes.
Paper ashes hovered in the air with flames, like dancing butterflies.
The white lanterns were lit by sparks, and the whole village was plunged into a sea of orange flames.
It looks more like a wedding.
The few remaining undead paper figures on the edge of the village were struggling to beat the flames on their bodies, making distorted and hoarse roars.
"Cross the brazier! Cross the brazier!"
The wedding seems to be still going on.
It's a pity that Wang Jin doesn't know anything anymore.
After the smoke and dust dispersed, the explosion turned the entire ancestral hall into a huge crater.
Fortunately, there was no problem with the secret passage, but it was buried by earth and rocks.
Not even a scrap of Wang Jin's body was left, and the remains of his backpack were missing.
"Baby, damn it, damn it."
The flying ash floating in the air slowly condensed, and then turned into broken bones.
Wutongshen.
His body had been destroyed and reorganized thousands of times in the blink of an eye.
Wutong Shen is more physically strong, so his self-healing speed will not slow down.
But the fact that the speed will not slow down does not mean that there is no consumption at all.
There is no doubt that this is a complete and utter blow.
He did it.
This trick of killing each other is the best way he can think of.
At the cost of his life, Wang Jin calculated step by step and forcibly severely injured Wutong Shen.
But it was just a serious injury.
In one minute at most, he can return to his original appearance.
This is a strange story. It makes no sense and will not lead to death.
No one can imagine how humans could fight against kaitan in ancient times without kaitan equipment.
"It's so embarrassing, cough cough."
The broken bones collapsed to the ground, and muscles and blood vessels began to slowly grow on his body. At this moment, he was so weak that he would be pressed to the ground and hammered by a human child.
Almost all the paper figures were destroyed, and the Bone Corpse Village was plunged into a sea of fire.
The ancestral hall he worked so hard to run was also destroyed, and the collection of women's underwear was destroyed in the fire.
He was blown up twice by bombs, and his head was cut off and thrown as a ball.
And the culprit of all this is the human named Wang Jin.
How humiliating?
Who can bear this?
But now he has died without even a scum left, and he has nowhere to go if he wants to take revenge.
Wutong Shen was so depressed that he was dying, but there was nothing he could do.
"Then let your companions atone for your sins."
After a while, he sensed several paper figures slowly resurrecting in the secret passage. The newly grown muscles on his face twitched twice, revealing a strange smile.