The dressed-up girl who turned back from the altar stared blankly at the man who was dressed very inconsistently with this place.
"Oh~~ I seem to hear the poor little white-haired village girl asking for help." Wang Quan smiled like a refreshing big brother. He completely ignored the group of believers around him and the corpses that appeared one after another behind him.
"Did I hear wrongly? Why is no one asking for help now?"
Looking at that man, Ajiu finally had an expression on her face.
She bent down and shouted loudly:
"Brother!!! Help me!!!"
"Received~~"
Wang Quan took out two pistols, one black and one silver, looked around at the people gathered around him, and smiled softly:
"You also heard that someone was begging me to save her. So what do you think?"
Feng Sixi and the other three looked at each other.
The village chief touched his forehead, and there was still a dull pain there.
He was most impressed by Wang Quan.
Although this young man has a beautiful temperament, a peerless appearance, a family-oriented personality, and is gentle and considerate, it is an indisputable fact that he was shot twice on the head.
"Now we just have to hold him until the ceremony is over. Once the ceremony is completed, you and I will be reborn instead of carrying this half-dead body."
The village chief's expression was gloomy, and he waved his hand, "There is no need to talk about moral principles with such a lunatic! Let's go up together, shoulder to shoulder!"
After that, he turned around and ran towards the altar.
Wang Quan was startled when he heard his words.
He felt as if he had said the same words and done the same things at some time.
Forget it, think about that later.
Wang Quan took a step back to avoid the side slash, and when the man leaned forward due to inertia, he just put the muzzle of his right pistol against his head.
Pull the trigger and blood will fly everywhere!
Withdrawing the gun in his left hand and taking the knife in his hand, Wang Quan ducked and rushed into the crowd!
Killing blooms!
After emptying the magazine, Wang Quan did not change the magazine, but directly put the pistol in his right hand back into the gun pocket inside his suit.
Then he picked up the crowbar held by a certain corpse with his right hand. Wang Quan turned around and fought back into the crowd.
Blood is the same color as snowflakes!
Broken arms and heads fly together!
The scarlet color in Wang Quan's eyes became more and more intense, and even later, black and red blood mist gradually appeared around him.
This blood mist was almost invisible to the naked eye at first, but as the number of believers hacked to death increased, the blood red around him gradually became richer.
At the end, the blood mist filled the open space around the altar, and the three people on the altar could barely see the figures in the blood mist.
But Wang Quan's brain was unexpectedly clear.
It can even be said that he is more awake than before.
Although he acted very crazy and even killed people faster, it was more like he was playing the game from a third-person perspective at the moment.
All actions were left to instinct, and then my own calm brain began to think.
Why are those people on the altar still standing still?
Are you accepting your fate and waiting to die?
There must be something wrong.
But Wang Quan doesn't care.
In his field of vision, the people and corpses around him were no longer individuals, but human-shaped light spots emitting a faint light.
This feeling was the same as when he controlled ALEX to turn on thermal vision while playing "Prototype".
In his sight, in addition to the enemies around him and the cultists and zombies who came out from the northern mountains to join the battle, there was also a heat source light spot swimming around in the forest a little further away.
Every time he arrived at a place, he would stay for a few seconds and then quickly move on to the next place.
Wang Quan knew it well.
His white eyeballs that had turned completely black had scarlet kernels and pupils in the middle, and black cracks spread around the eye sockets.
Facing more and more cultists and more zombies around him, he was beginning to get tired of it.
Throwing away the curled knife and the broken crowbar in his hand, Wang Quan bowed slightly.
The black-red mist that filled the open space shrank suddenly, and within two seconds, it completely adhered to the surface of his body.
The next moment, everyone heard the beating of a heart.
Then...everyone's vision turned into black and white.
A black-red shock wave exploded in all directions with Wang Quan as the center!
Everything is silent.
After exhaling slowly, Wang Quan, whose black and white eyes had returned to normal, straightened up and walked towards the altar.
No cultists or zombies attacked him.
The moment he stepped onto the altar, all the believers and zombies fell to the ground like dominoes.
Then, any movement is lost.
Wang Quan moved his neck and said with a smile: "I came as promised, so can you give me Ajiu? I hate violence."
The high priest pulled Ajiu back a few steps, and the village chief and Feng Sixi and his son took a step forward.
Feng Sixi sighed, "I didn't expect you to be so strong."
He slowly took off his outer robe, and then took off his short jacket, revealing his strong pecs and eight-pack abs.
"Unfortunately, I am a little stronger than you."
The skin on his back's shoulder blades bulged, and the next moment, two wings like giant claws shot out from his back.
He raised his head and licked the sharp nails on his fingers. The murderous intent in his yellow vertical pupils that had turned into wild beasts surged.
Beside him, his son Feng Shuangliu became the same as him.
Wang Quan was stunned for a moment and asked: "Do you two know how to use Chidori? Just do the trick with lightning on your hands."
Seeing that the father and son didn't respond, Wang Quan sighed, "Okay, if not, I won't. I don't know how to make balls anyway."
He took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it in his mouth, and then snapped his fingers.
The village chief's eyes began to move up and down, left and right, and his head randomly bulged, deformed, swelled, and exploded as if he had been hit by the Fist of the North Star.
Where his head was originally, there were eight tentacles waving randomly.
At the top of the tentacles are sharp mouthparts like shark teeth.
The next moment, the tentacles penetrated the bodies, limbs, and heads of the Feng family and his son.
Then, it eats them up in their struggle.
Afterwards, like a balloon shrinking, the village chief lost all moisture and fell to the ground, turning into a mummy.
Wang Quan touched the village chief's body with his foot, and his body turned into ashes.
Raising his head and looking at Ajiu and the high priest who was squeezing her neck behind her, Wang Quan took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled, "So what else do you have in mind?"
The high priest took Ajiu as a hostage, strangled her neck and slowly backed away, "Don't come over, otherwise I will..."
Before she finished speaking, Wang Quan appeared in front of Ajiu, smiled tenderly at her, then passed his right hand through Ajiu's chest, inserted it into the chest of the high priest, grabbed her heart, and squeezed it violently.
Withdrawing his hand, the high priest fell backward. Wang Quan caught Ajiu, who was carried forward by inertia.
Ajiu's chest was splattered with blood, and he was spitting blood out of his mouth.
But she didn't care.
She just raised her hand tremblingly and put it on Wang Quan's face, with a peaceful and reassuring smile on her face, "Brother... I knew you would come..."
Wang Quan glared with dead eyes and complained: "Stop being sensational, get up quickly, your chest has grown. By the way, it's all gone."
"Oh..." Ajiu was startled and climbed up from his arms.
I really don’t know how to read the atmosphere...
When she was feeling depressed, she felt her body warm up and a suit jacket was draped over her body.
Her head felt heavy, and she felt someone rubbing and rubbing the top of her head.
Ajiu raised her head and met Wang Quan's gentle smile.
"never mind."
For some reason, her eyes became hot.
After one thousand nine hundred and sixty-two years, tears flowed down her cheeks again.
But this time, it was tears of joy.
"It's useless...cough..."
On the ground, the high priest looked at them coldly while vomiting blood, "No one in the village can be killed... You can't escape this endless curse... Ahem...
..."
Maybe it was because her heart was crushed, so she recovered very slowly.
Sure enough, as she finished speaking, the corpses and believers under the altar slowly struggled to get up.
"Not always."
A steady baritone voice sounded along with the footsteps.
Cheng Weihua stepped onto the altar.
He also held a detonator in his hand.
He looked down at the beautiful but twisted face of the high priest.
This face gradually overlapped with the green face in his memory.
Then, they gradually separated.
Sighing, he whispered: "Zhao Di, I'm back."
The high priest was startled, and his expression softened, "Brother Cheng, you have lost weight and have gone through many changes."
"You haven't changed, you're still so young." The twenty-four-year-old uncle Cheng Weihua paused, "No, actually you have changed too."
The high priest opened his mouth and slowly raised his arm, "Brother Cheng, help me..."
Cheng Weihua looked back at Ajiu, who was tightly wrapped in a suit jacket and wearing a phoenix crown next to Wang Quan. His head suddenly hurt.
"Well......"
After a few seconds, he slowly stood up and took a deep breath, "So that's it..."
"Are there any more cigarettes?"
Wang Quan threw one to him and helped him light it.
Cheng Weihua slowly sat down next to the high priest, took a puff of cigarette and said, "You guys go, my end is here."
He glanced at the corpses under the altar that were about to recover, and sighed: "When you leave, I will detonate the bomb."
Wang Quan rolled his eyes, kicked him over, then picked up the detonator that fell on the ground and pressed it directly.
"You are so handsome."
The next moment, the ground shook.
A raging fire burned around the altar.
Countless zombies and believers wailed in the burning flames, and finally fell to the ground and lost their breath.
They were completely dead this time.
The flames slowly spread, and the surrounding forest also began to catch fire.
Amidst the crackling sound of flames, the three-hundred-meter-high windmill collapsed.
The high priest was lying on the ground with a calm expression.
Wang Quan pulled up Cheng Weihua, who was smiling bitterly, and raised his eyebrows, "What should I do? Do you plan to take this crazy woman away or do you want her to be humanely destroyed here?
"By the way, let me tell you another unfortunate thing. This crazy woman may be two thousand years old. You were eaten by an old cow, and Ajiu is not your daughter."
"..." Cheng Weihua smoked depressedly, like a victim of being raped, "I really don't know now. Originally, I thought this would be the end of my life, but you...sigh...
....”
Wang Quan curled his lips and said, "It's none of my business. What bothers me the most is mindless sensationalism, or the kind of sensationalism that leads to death. Who else can you move besides yourself?"
Cheng Weihua shook his head, too lazy to argue with him.
He glanced at the high priest on the ground and sighed: "The Zhaodi in my memory is dead. She... is just someone else with the appearance of Zhaodi. She has lost herself."
"Then kill him. I'm good at this. If you don't want to do it, I'll do it." Wang Quan said as he stepped forward to grab the high priest and throw him into the sea of fire.
The high priest looked at Wang Quan coldly, "Don't think you won."
Wang Quan was delighted, "You can still make a comeback? Why, can you still recruit that monster of yours to kill me in seconds?"
The high priest smiled ferociously and said: "It's not a monster, it's a god!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew up.