Chapter 963: Real Torture

Then another brain collapsed, and with a bang, Wu Zong yelled in pain, got up quickly, turned around and ran!

But what speed is he? 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 as he ran. Originally, the hair was short and couldn't cover much of the scalp. Now his head is full of bumps, and when he looks at it, he looks like a toad has turned into a sperm.

Wu Zong ran for about one kilometer and couldn't run anymore. The more he ran, the slower he ran, but Fangzheng behind him seemed to be okay, walking beside him, he raised his hand and his brain collapsed, and his backhand caused another brain collapse. Wu Zong was in pain Screaming again and again.

At the back, he didn't even have the strength to scream, Fangzheng flicked it, and he let out a hoarse uh.

After another kilometer, Wu Zong cried and shouted: "What are you going to do? You say it, and I will do it after you say it. Please let me go."

However, Fangzheng didn't speak at all, just followed him, playing while walking, he suddenly fell in love with playing, and his brain collapsed. This is much more refreshing than playing with the little head of the squirrel. It is very cool to play with sound feedback.

Fangzheng didn't speak, so Wu Zong could only continue running. At this moment, the two passed by a small shop in a village. Small shops in rural areas sell more miscellaneous things, such as bucket noodles and meat. The butcher's shop was just outside, and a machete was shining brightly on the table.

And the owner of the shop didn't seem to be outside, and he didn't see anyone on the road in the village.

Seeing this machete, Wu Zong's eyes lit up, evil came out of his guts, and he said in his heart: "I can't kill you with a car, and I don't believe in knives! Anyway, I can't get rid of this monk ghost. Just fight What if it happens?"

Thinking of this, Wu Zong rushed towards the pork shop at a sudden speed, picked up the bone chopping knife on it, turned around and shouted: "Don't come here! Get away from me! Get closer to me, and I'll chop... hack you to death! "

When it comes to hacking to death, Wu Zong is a little bit lost. Can this monk ghost really be hacked to death? I have never heard of any ghost in history that can be hacked to death with a knife!

Sure enough, the ghost monk was not afraid at all, looked at him with a smile, raised his right hand high, clasped his thumb with his index finger, and made an OK gesture that made him collapse.

"Are you tm finished? Can't you just let me go?" Wu Zong shouted.

It's a pity that the monk ghost still didn't speak, and walked over with his hands raised.

Seeing that the negotiation failed, Wu Zong let out a loud roar, and he swung his bone-chopping knife at the shining bald head and chopped it off!

The monk ghost didn't dodge, and still held up the OK gesture and walked over.

Wu Zong seemed to see the scene of a monk's bald head being split open with a knife, his eyes were red, with a bit of ferocity, and he shouted excitedly: "Go to hell!"

when!

The ideal is plump, but the reality is often skinny. After this knife, Wu Zong only felt his tiger's mouth go numb, and he almost couldn't grasp the bone chopping knife! At the same time, he clearly saw that when the bone-chopping knife landed on the bald head, sparks were cut out!

It's really sparkling! Seeing that scene, he was desperate on the spot! You can't die from being hit by a car, you can't die from being hacked with a knife, this shit...

Before the thoughts behind him came up, there was a sharp pain in his hand, and he could no longer hold the machete, so he let go subconsciously, and the machete fell to the ground with a bang.

The ghost monk seemed to be interested in the machete and lowered his head to pick it up.

Wu Zong saw that there was a chance, so he just recovered some strength, turned around and ran away! He saw a motorcycle parked not far away, the engine was still on, and he didn't know whose it was. But at this moment, it doesn't matter who owns the motorcycle, as long as it can be driven, it's fine.

So Wu Zong ran away, got on the motorcycle, kicked the accelerator, accelerated, and rushed!

30 yards!

50 yards!

60 yards!

90 yards!

"Haha, I'm not a professional driver, but I'm an old driver on motorcycles! This speed, the monk ghost of the mud horse, come and chase me! Come on!" Wu Zong looked at the speedometer, getting more and more excited, and laughed loudly.

"Oh." At this moment, a faint voice came from behind, and that voice was extremely familiar, especially when it was accompanied by a familiar gust of wind!

"I...day!" Wu Zong cursed at the same time, when he looked back, he saw a monk got on his motorcycle at some point, sat behind him, raised his hand and made an OK gesture, and then it fell down.

"Damn!" Wu Zong only had time to curse, and with a bang, tears flowed out of him in an instant due to the pain. However, after being bombarded for a long time, Wu Zong didn't panic at the beginning. With mental preparation, the car drove as usual, so as not to accidentally fall himself to death. But the current situation is that if you get out of the car and run, you can still increase the distance.

Riding a motorcycle and running with a ghost, even if the speed is soaring to the sky, don't even think about opening a little distance. Thinking of this, Wu Zong endured the headaches that kept falling from his head, and Wu Zong stopped the motorcycle slowly, then jumped out of the car, and ran away.

But this running is just self-consolation. No matter how fast he runs, can he run past the monk ghost?

So the days of walking all the way, howling all the way, and begging for mercy all the way began again.

The sun was gradually reclining, and on the country road, a person walked ahead, making a hoarse whine from time to time. Followed by a monk in white, flicking the man's head from time to time, the shadows of the two were stretched by the setting sun and turned into a special scroll.

At night, after Wu Zong walked for a day, his tired legs were weak, and his eyes were a little dark. Moving with difficulty, he said bitterly, "Monk, are you still going to finish? Are you not hungry?"

While Wu Zong was talking, he looked back, and saw that the monk ghost bought bread from nowhere, unpacked it, and ate it happily.

Smelling the smell of bread, Wu Zong was even more hungry. He rubbed his belly and looked at Fangzheng bitterly.

Fangzheng smiled slightly, raised his right hand, boom!

ah……

Wu Zong was forced to continue running.

"Monk, are you still chasing? Are you not thirsty?" Wu Zong was really about to collapse, he turned his head and looked at Fangzheng, but Fangzheng 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 Fangzheng expectantly.

Fangzheng raised his hand, boom!

"Grass mud horse..." This was the only way Wu Zong could use to fight back. I can't beat you, I scold you!

Moving on, the moon climbed to the middle of the sky and then set again. Wu Zong felt that he couldn't open his eyelids, and he was shaking when he walked.

Wu Zong really wanted not to leave, not to run, anyway, he couldn't run away, so he just sat here and rested! However, as soon as he stopped, the frequency of the opponent's flicking brains collapsed significantly accelerated, and it became faster and faster, and the pain became more and more painful! Soon he couldn't bear it anymore and could only keep running. As for sleeping? Obviously thinking too much...

The night passed like this, the sky turned fish-belly white, and as the sun rose, it sprinkled a piece of golden light, and the sky and the earth seemed to become bright all of a sudden.