When I started, Wang Dazhong also retreated far away, and when he saw that Bacheng was not in danger, he came over again. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info glanced at the small porcelain bowl a few times, turned his face to me and said, "Zhang, what is this?" Is it this bowl that detains more than 30 souls? ”

I shook my head and said, "I don't know, I'll ask Lao Tie, he can say something." As I spoke, I took out my phone and called Tie Lao Dao.

Tie Laodao listened to my account on the other end of the phone, and he paused before saying, "Do all the carriages have that porcelain bowl on them?" When I heard me say that I didn't have time to take a closer look, there was no sound on the other side of the phone for a while, and after a while, he said, "Little San'er, you and Wang ......" Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of broken porcelain next to me. I turned my face to see that Wang Dazhong had fallen, his face was dead, his body was trembling like a pendulum, and the porcelain bowl that was originally upside down in the hidden inner hole was broken into more than a dozen pieces and scattered around Wang Dazhong.

"Little San'er, what kind of sound is this? Didn't you say the porcelain bowl was broken? ”

I shouted into the phone, "The porcelain bowl is broken!" Volkswagen is also in trouble! He didn't know how to faint! ”

Tie Lao Dao shouted in the same tone on the other end of the phone: "Don't go forward! Little San'er, you're back! ”

Tie Lao Dao said late, I saw Wang Dazhong fall to the ground when he had already run over, now Wang Dazhong fell on the roof of the car with an iron face, the expression on his face was very strange, and the facial muscles were pulling irregularly, as if he was being torn in different directions by several hands.

With Tie Laodao's reminder, although I went to Wang Dazhong's side, I didn't dare to help him up rashly. But I didn't need to help him, and after a few seconds, Wang Dazhong suddenly opened his eyes and stood up straight. His eyeballs turned pale, like two white ping-pong balls embedded in his sockets.

I reacted immediately, Wang Dazhong was punched! It looks like it had something to do with the broken porcelain bowl. Now I can't think about it too much, Wang Zhongzhong has slowly turned to my side, the muscles of his face twitching to the ground, and two eyes like advanced cataracts are staring directly at me.

"Little San'er, you come back first! Don't go near the king! On the phone, Tie Lao Dao was still shouting. I gasped for breath and threw the phone on the roof of the car as I reached for the stick behind my waist.

The days in the special office are not short, and there have been a few rushing incidents that I have seen and dealt with, but I never thought that Wang Dazhong would also be on the road. As soon as my hand touched the stick, before I could pull it out, Wang Zhongzhong had already moved, and he suddenly reached out and pinched my neck. We were so close that I couldn't pull out the stick, and when his fingers were about to touch my neck, I bit the tip of my tongue and spurted a mouthful of blood at Wang Dazhong's head.

According to previous experience, as long as this mouthful of blood sprayed on Wang Dazhong's body, it could force the ghost in his body away. But today's effect seems to be much worse, Wang Dazhong was sprayed all over his face, but he just paused, and the expression on his face became more hideous. I was still waiting for the effect of this boy's eyebrows spraying on his face, but I didn't expect Wang Dazhong to pounce again.

I couldn't dodge it, and I was choked by the neck by the king. I spurted out a second mouthful of blood, and this time Wang Zhong didn't even pause, and his two hands were already graciously choking my neck. His hands were already straining, and with a little more force, he could break my neck. At this time, I had already pulled out my throwing stick and smashed it head-on against Wang Dazhong's head. Wang Zhongzhong didn't have the slightest intention of hiding, and let the stick fall on his face.

With a "snap", the stick was drawn diagonally on Wang Dazhong's face, which was much more effective than the two mouthfuls of blood just now. Wang Dazhong was beaten and stumbled, and the strength in his hands loosened a little, and I took this opportunity to break free of his hands. While he didn't stand firm, I hit Wang Dazhong's calf again. If it weren't for the fear that it would leave him with sequelae, I would have hit him directly in the face at this time.

This made Wang Volkswagen fall to the ground in response, and I was thinking about whether to give him a few more blows, when Wang Volkswagen rolled around on the roof of the car, and then stood up straight. I cursed in my heart, and just as I was about to go up and give him a few sticks again, an old voice suddenly said behind me: "It's useless, he's not possessed by a spirit." The power of your blows to him was divided between four or five souls, and it had no effect on him. ”

I was startled, I didn't expect someone to suddenly come behind me, so I hurriedly took a step back, widened the distance between me and Wang Dazhong, and glanced behind me with a side face. I saw the figure of an old dragon clock standing behind me, this old man with a wrinkled face I had only seen a few hours ago - it was Bian Liangzong, he didn't know when, he came out of the first carriage and went to the top of the carriage. At this time, President Bian was on crutches and looked at me with a smile.

I don't have time to think about how he came up, but looking at Bian Liangzong's expressions, it seems that this matter has nothing to do with him. At this moment, Wang Dazhong pounced on me again. Fortunately, I was prepared at this time, and I raised my stick and pumped Wang Zhongzhong's head. After being flung at the stick, Wang Zhongzhong only took half a step back, and then pounced on me again.

Now Wang Dazhong has no concept of pain at all, and every time he retreats a little after being beaten by me, he rushes towards me again, and the two sects behind him still look at me with a smile on their faces. I can't remember how many times this was the first time I hit Wang Dazhong's body, this time the force was relatively large, and the slinger hit Wang Dazhong's body, and the interface at the front end suddenly broke, and the slinger broke into two.

Wang Zhongzhong seemed to see the advantage, took half a step back, and suddenly jumped up, and plunged his palms straight into my chest. After the stick broke, my first reaction was to touch the gun, pull out the pistol, and face Wang Dazhong but couldn't do anything about it. Seeing him lunge at me, I had to run backwards right away. At this time, the smile on the face of Bian Liangzong behind me disappeared, his eyebrows raised, and a figure jumped out of his body and went straight to Wang Shizhong behind me.

When the figure came to me, I recognized that it was a spirit. This soul was different from all the other souls I had seen before, it didn't have the gray dead aura of a normal soul, and the facial features on its face were no different from those of a living person. The appearance is no different from an ordinary person, and if I hadn't seen that this soul was not a little angry, eighty percent would have regarded it as a living person. (To be continued.) )