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

But what speed is he? What speed is Fang Zheng? No matter how fast he runs, he can't outrun Fang Zheng who is strolling leisurely, Fang Zheng is playing while walking, and Wu Zong screams as he runs. Originally, it was a short inch of hair, and it couldn't cover much of the scalp. Now his head is full of bags, and when he looks at it, he looks like a toad.

Wu Zong couldn't run for about a kilometer, and the more he ran, the slower he became, but Fang Zheng behind him seemed to be fine, walking beside him, raising his hand and breaking his brain, and backhand breaking his brain, Wu Zong, who was in pain, screamed again and again.

When he got to the back, he didn't even have the strength to scream, Fang Zheng flicked it, and he snorted in a hoarse voice.

Another kilometer, Wu Zong cried and shouted: "What are you going to do? You say, I will do what you say, please let me go." ”

However, Fang Zheng didn't speak at all, just followed him, playing as he went, and he suddenly fell in love with playing a little bit and his brain collapsed. This is much cooler than the little head of the squirrel, and when you play it, it also brings sound feedback, which is refreshing.

Fang Zheng didn't speak, Wu Zong could only continue to run, and at this moment, the two passed by a village commissary. The commissaries in the countryside sell miscellaneous things, buy bucket noodles, and also sell meat. The butcher's shop was outside, and a machete was clearly placed on the table.

And the owner of the shop doesn't seem to be outside, and there is no one to see on the road in the village.

Seeing this machete, Wu Zong's eyes lit up, and evil was born from the side of his guts, and he said in his heart: "I can't kill you if I drive a car, and I can't do it if I don't trust the knife! Anyway, I can't get rid of this monk ghost horizontally, so let's just fight! What if it happens?"

Thinking of this, Wu Zong suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the pork shop, picked up the bone chopping knife on it, turned around and yelled: "Don't come here! You get away from me! Get close to me, and I'll cut ...... Hack you to death!"

Speaking of hacking to death, Wu Zong is a little unconfident, can this monk ghost really be hacked to death? I have never heard of a ghost in history who can be hacked to death with a knife!

Sure enough, the monk ghost was not afraid at all, 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 finished, can't you let me go?" Wu Zong shouted.

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

Seeing that the negotiation failed, Wu Zong roared, and slashed down the bone-splitting knife at the bright bald head!

The monk ghost didn't dodge either, and still walked over with an OK gesture held high.

Wu Zong seemed to see the scene of a knife splitting the monk's bald head, his eyes were red, with a little hideous, and he shouted excitedly: "Go die!"

While!

The ideal is plump, but the reality is often skinny, this knife down, Wu Zong only felt numb, almost unable to catch the bone chopping knife! At the same time, he clearly saw that the bone chopping knife fell on this bald head, and actually cut out the sparks!

It was really a spark! Seeing that scene, he was desperate on the spot! The car can't be killed, the knife can't be killed, this Nima ......

Before the thoughts behind him rose, there was a sharp pain in his hand, and he couldn't hold the machete anymore, so he subconsciously let go, and the machete fell to the ground with a clatter.

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

Wu Zong saw that there was an opportunity, so he had just recovered some strength, turned around and ran! He saw a motorcycle parked not far away, and it had not yet turned off, and he didn't know whose it was. But at this moment, it doesn't matter who owns the motorcycle, as long as you can drive it, it's fine.

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

30 yards!

50 yards!

60 yards!

90 yards!

"Haha, I'm not professional in driving, but I'm an old driver of motorcycles! At this speed, the monk ghost of the grass and mud horse is coming to chase me! Come on!" Wu Zong looked at the speedometer, the more he looked at it, the more excited he became, and laughed.

"Oh. At this moment, a faint voice came from behind him, the voice was extremely familiar, especially this voice was accompanied by a familiar gust of wind!

"I ...... Day!" Wu Zong scolded at the same time, looked back, and saw a monk who didn't know when he got on his motorcycle, sat behind him, raised his hand and landed with an OK gesture.

"Nima!" Wu Zong only had time to scold, and with a bang, his tears flowed out in an instant. However, after being bombed for a long time, Wu Zong was not flustered at the beginning, and with mental preparation, the car still drove away, lest one accidentally fall himself to death. But the current situation is that when you get out of the car and run, you can still get away.

Riding a motorcycle, running with a ghost, even if the speed is soaring to the sky, don't want to stretch a little distance. Thinking of this, enduring the brain collapse that kept falling on his head, Wu Zong slowly stopped the motorcycle, then jumped out of the car, and ran away.

But this run is just self-comfort, no matter how fast he runs, can he still run past the monk ghost?

So the days of wailing all the way and begging for mercy all the way began again.

The sun gradually tilted, and on the country road, a man walked in front, and from time to time let out a hoarse wail. followed by a white-clothed monk, who flicked the man's brain from time to time, and the shadows of the two were stretched by the setting sun and turned into a special picture.

At night, Wu Zong walked for a day, his tired legs were weak, and his eyes were a little black. Moving with difficulty, he said bitterly: "Monk, are you still finished? are you not hungry?"

Wu Zong looked back as he spoke, only to see that the monk ghost didn't know where to buy the bread, unpacked it, and ate it deliciously.

Smelling the fragrance of bread, Wu Zong was even more hungry, touched his belly, and looked at Fang Zheng bitterly.

Fang Zheng smiled slightly, raised his right hand, and boom!

Yes......

Wu Zong continued to run hard.

"Monk, are you still chasing? aren't you thirsty?" Wu Zong was really about to collapse, turned his head and looked at Fang Zheng, but Fang Zheng took out a bottle of mineral water from the plastic bag in his hand and drank it deliciously.

Wu Zong licked his chapped lips and looked at Fang Zheng with a look of hope.

Fang Zheng raised his hand, boom!

"Grass and mud horse ......" This is the only means that Wu Zong can use to fight back. I can't beat you, scold you!

Continuing to move forward, the moon climbed up to the middle of the sky and went down again, Wu Zong only felt that his eyelids couldn't be opened, and he walked straight and shaking.

Wu Zong really wanted not to leave, he didn't run, he couldn't run away anyway, so he just sat here and rested! However, as soon as he stopped, the frequency of the other party's brain crash accelerated significantly, and it became faster and faster, and it hurt more and more! Soon he couldn't help it, so he could only continue to run. As for sleeping? Apparently overthinking......

The night passed like this, and the sky was white, and as the sun rose, a golden light sprinkled with a golden light, and the sky and the earth seemed to become clear at once.