Then another head collapsed, with a thud, Wu Zong screamed in pain, got up quickly, turned around and ran away!
But what's his speed? What is the speed of Founder? No matter how fast he ran, he couldn't outrun Fang Zheng, who was strolling in the courtyard. Fang Zheng played while walking, and Wu Zong screamed while running. The originally short hair could not cover much of the scalp. Now his head is covered with bumps, and at first glance, it looks like a toad has become a spirit.
Wu Zong ran for about a kilometer before he couldn't run anymore. He ran slower and slower, but Fang Zheng behind him seemed to be fine. Walking beside him, he raised his hand and felt a headache, and with his backhand, he had another headache. Wu Zong was in pain. Screaming again and again.
When he got to the back, he didn't even have the strength to scream. Fang Zheng flicked it and he let out a hoarse voice.
After another kilometer, Wu Zong cried and shouted: "What on earth are you going to do? You say it, and I will do it as you say. Please let me go."
However, Fangzheng didn't say anything at all, and just followed him, playing the piano as he walked. He suddenly fell in love with the piano and his brain collapsed. This is much more enjoyable than playing the little head of a squirrel. Once you play it, there will be sound feedback, which is very refreshing.
Fang Zheng didn't say anything, so Wu Zong could only continue running. At this moment, the two of them passed by a canteen in a village. Rural kiosks sell a variety of things, including bucket noodles and meat. The butcher's shop was outside, with a machete clearly visible on the table.
The owner of the shop seemed not to be outside, and no one was seen on the road in the village.
Seeing this machete, Wu Zong's eyes lit up, and he grew evil. He said in his heart: "I can't hit you with a car, and I can't kill you even if I don't use a knife! Anyway, I can't get rid of this ghost monk, so I might as well fight." ! What if it happens?"
Thinking of this, Wu Zong suddenly accelerated towards the pork shop, picked up the bone chopping knife on it, turned around and shouted: "Don't come here! Get away from me! If you come near me again, I will chop... hack you to death!"
When it comes to hacking to death, Wu Zong is a little unsure. Can this ghost monk really be hacked to death? In history, I have never heard of any ghost being able to be hacked to death with a knife!
Sure enough, the ghost monk was not afraid at all. He looked at him with a smile, raised his right hand high, clasped his index finger with his thumb, and made an OK gesture that made him collapse.
"Are you done with this? Can't you let me go?" Wu Zong shouted.
Unfortunately, Monk Ghost still didn't speak and walked over with his hand raised.
Seeing that the negotiation failed, Wu Zong roared, raised his bone chopping knife and chopped off the glaring bald head!
The monk didn't even try to avoid it, he still walked over with his OK sign raised high.
Wu Zong seemed to have seen the scene of splitting the monk's bald head open with a knife. His eyes were red, a bit ferocious, and he shouted excitedly: "Go to hell!"
when!
The ideal is plump, but the reality is often skinny. After this knife was applied, Wu Zong only felt numbness in the tiger's mouth and almost lost his grip on the bone chopping knife! At the same time, he clearly saw that when the bone-chopping knife fell on the bald head, it actually cut out sparks!
The sparks are really shining! That scene made him despair on the spot! You can't be killed by a car, you can't be killed by a knife, this is ridiculous...
Before he could think of anything else, he felt a sharp pain in his hand. He could no longer hold the machete, so he let go subconsciously, and the machete fell to the ground with a clang.
The ghost monk seemed to be interested in the machete and lowered his head to pick it up.
When Wu Zong saw an opportunity, he turned around and ran away after he had just recovered some strength! He saw a motorcycle parked not far away, it had not turned off, and he didn't know who it belonged to. But at this moment, it doesn't matter who owns the motorcycle, as long as it can be driven, that's all.
So Wu Zong ran away, got on his motorcycle, stepped on the accelerator, accelerated, and rushed!
30 yards!
50 yards!
60 yards!
90 yards!
"Haha, I'm not an expert at driving, but I am an experienced driver on motorcycles! At this speed, you're like a monk with a mud horse, come after me! Come on!" Wu Zong looked at the speedometer, getting more and more excited as he looked at it, laughing loudly.
"Oh." At this moment, a faint voice came from behind. The voice was extremely familiar, especially when it was accompanied by a familiar strong wind!
"I... day!" Wu Zong cursed, and when he looked back, he saw a monk who had not known when he got on his motorcycle, sat behind him, raised his hand and made an OK gesture.
"Fuck!" Wu Zong only had time to curse, and there was a loud bang, which made him burst into tears in an instant. However, after being shot for a long time, Wu Zong no longer panicked at first. With mental preparation, he still drove the car to avoid accidentally falling to his death. But the current situation is that if you get out of the car and run, you can still distance yourself.
Riding a motorcycle and running with a ghost on your back, no matter how fast you go, you can't even try to get even a little distance away. Thinking of this, Wu Zong endured the headaches that kept falling on his head, slowly stopped the motorcycle, jumped off the motorcycle, and ran away.
But this running is just to comfort himself. No matter how fast he runs, can he still outrun the monk ghost
So the days of walking and wailing and begging for mercy began again.
The sun was gradually tilting, and a person was walking in front of him on the country road, letting out a hoarse whine from time to time. Followed by a monk in white, he flicked the man's head from time to time. The shadows of the two were stretched by the sunset, turning into a special picture.
At night, Wu Zong walked for a day, his legs were weak from exhaustion, and his eyes were a little dark. He moved with difficulty and said bitterly: "Monk, are you done yet? Aren't you hungry?"
While Wu Zong was speaking, he looked back and saw that the monk ghost had bought bread from nowhere, unpacked it, and ate it happily.
Smelling the aroma of bread, Wu Zong became even hungrier. He touched his belly and looked at Fang Zheng bitterly.
Fang Zheng smiled slightly, raised his right hand, boom!
ah…
Wu Zong continued to run bitterly.
"Monk, are you still chasing me? Aren't you thirsty?" Wu Zong was about to collapse. He turned his head and looked at Fang Zheng. As a result, Fang Zheng took out a bottle of mineral water from the plastic bag in his hand and drank it happily.
Wu Zong licked his chapped lips and looked at Fang Zheng expectantly.
Fangzheng raised his hand, boom!
"Grass mud horse..." This is the only method Wu Zong can use to fight back. If you can't beat me, I'll scold you!
Continuing to move forward, the moon climbed up to the middle of the sky and then fell down again. Wu Zong felt that he could not even open his eyelids and was shaking when he walked.
Wu Zong really wanted not to leave, not to run, he couldn't run away anyway, so he might as well just sit here and rest! However, as soon as he stopped, the frequency of the opponent's brain collapse obviously accelerated, and it became faster and faster, and it became more and more painful! Soon he couldn't stand it anymore and could only keep running. As for sleeping? Obviously I'm overthinking it...
The night passed like this, and the sky turned fish-belly white. As the sun rose, a golden glow fell, and the sky and the earth seemed to suddenly become brighter.
(End of chapter)