Chapter Forty-Three: Wang Quan Makes a Fortune!
Seeing that Wang Quan was still smiling very easily, the village chief stopped pretending.
He said coldly: "It seems that you know a lot, and I originally wanted to use you strangers as sacrifices, but it's a pity." β
Wang Quan was still smiling with his hands in his pockets, "Oh? Come on, then. β
The village chief always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, he frowned and said, "You treat me like a waste?" β
Wang Quan said: "I don't allow you to praise yourself like this. β
β......β
I can't bear it, I don't need to endure it anymore!
The village chief pulled out a hatchet from under the table, then flipped it over with a sinister smile.
And then......
Bangββ!
A gunshot rang out.
Wang Quan blew the silver-white M1911A1 still smoking muzzle in his hand, "What age are you still slashing people with knives?" Are you a troubled boy? β
"It turns out that your confidence is a pistol."
The village chief touched the blood hole in his head, licked the blood on his hands, and smiled fiercely.
Small flesh buds were growing in the bloody hole in his head, wriggling, and wounds were healing.
"If you only have a pistol, you don't ......"
Click!
Before the village chief could finish speaking, Wang Quan had already rushed in front of him, and then grabbed his face with one hand and slammed it against the wall!
There are several cracks in the wall! The blood splattered from the back of the village chief's head stained a large area of the wall in a radial pattern!
But the village chief was not dead, and even had the strength to raise a firewood knife and slash Wang Quan's arm.
However, before he could chop it down, Wang Quan had already rolled his sleeve tube close to his elbow at the speed of light, and then ......
Let him chop.
The glittering firewood knife was very sharp at first glance, but slashing at Wang Quan's arm couldn't even make his skin dent.
Wang Quan even let go of his hand and let the village chief slide to the ground.
Turning back and pulling a tablecloth from the overturned table, he laid his entire back unguarded in front of the village chief.
But the village chief was left with only heavy breathing.
Turning around, Wang Quan slowly wiped the blood on his hands with a tablecloth while slowly walking to the village chief who was sitting against the wall.
He squatted down and sighed, "If you don't use your chance, don't you have an accomplice or something?" If so, can you let him out, I'll find it really troublesome one by one. β
The village chief gasped, and the blood flowing from the top of his head had already moistened his eyes, but he didn't blink, he still looked at Wang Quan with a hideous expression, "God will punish you!" β
Wang Quan smiled slightly, took the firewood knife from his hand, and slashed at his shoulder.
Then looking at the squirming buds on his shoulder, Wang Quan pressed the knife down.
The village chief snorted and didn't say a word.
Wang Quan waited for half a minute, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
After two puffs, he slapped the village chief in the face, "What about your god?" Yes? Why didn't I come after waiting for a long time? β
Lao Gao, who was swollen on the left side of the village chief's face, didn't say a word, and still stared at Wang Quan with hateful eyes.
Wang Quan gave him a straight punch in the face, directly shattering all the teeth in his mouth, and then grabbed his hair and slapped the back of his head with his other hand, and he spit out blood foam from his mouthful of teeth.
"Well, now I can talk well."
Wang Quan patted him on the shoulder, took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, and then helped him light it.
"Now I'll ask you."
"First question." Wang Quan took a puff of smoke on his face, "How can you release that Stove King God?" β
The village chief's eyes were stunned, "What do you mean......"
"Did I ask you to question?" Wang Quan pursed his lips, "I asked you what kind of god it was, and how to release it." β
The village chief slurred, "You're not trying to stop us from summoning gods?" β
"Why should I stop it?" Wang Quan held a cigarette and smiled very innocently, "Does your village have anything to do with me, I don't know you." If you hadn't kept me from leaving the village, I would have left long ago.
"Now I can only leave if I recruit your stove prince, right?"
The village chief struggled to get up, but Wang Quan touched the handle of the firewood knife, and the expression of the village chief in pain was distorted.
But he didn't care about it anymore, "Why don't you say it...... Since we don't have a conflict, I'll just let you go. β
"You didn't ask." Wang Quan flicked the ashes of his cigarette, "Besides, you lock the door and want to use me as a sacrifice, you are done with it?" β
Didn't you lock the door, I only locked the yard...... The village chief wanted to smile to ease the atmosphere, but his swollen cheeks and broken teeth didn't allow him to do so, "Then what do you want, I have a lot of gold bars here, which will be counted as your compensation."
"Then you and I will take you out of the village, okay?"
"Take out the gold bars first." Wang Quan was noncommittal.
"It's under the tiles on the table."
The village chief's right shoulder was nailed to death with a firewood knife, and he reluctantly raised his left hand and pointed to the floor tiles in front of the table, "It's down there." β
Wang Quan nodded, casually pressed the cigarette on the village chief's face, and in his distorted expression of forced pain, he turned around and smashed three floor tiles with a punch.
Looking at Wang Quan's unguarded back, a hint of fierceness flashed in the village chief's eyes, but it was quickly hidden by him.
"There's a box there, don't open it to yourself, there's a mechanism in there."
He was talking about a reddish-brown iron box the size of a hundred-year-old mountain.
Wang Quan ignored him, scooped up the box, and opened it casually.
At the same time as it was opened, it seemed that it had hooked some mechanism, and there were two "boom" sounds in the box, and two steel needles hit Wang Quan's eyes and fell to the ground.
"Next time, remember to put that gas poison on it."
The village chief's eyes widened, "Are you still afraid of poison?" β
"Don't be afraid." Wang Quan smiled as he opened the box, "It's just to tease you, but it's hard for you to meet the next one for someone like me." β
Village Chief: "......"
He felt that his brain was spinning very slowly for some reason, was he really old? Or is God's divine power insufficient?
But why did you recover so slowly from your injuries?
It shouldn't be......
He didn't see that on the blade of the hatchet, a scarlet mist that was barely visible to the naked eye was burrowing into his body along the wound.
It may also have seen it, but his spirit was polluted by this scarlet smoke, so he subconsciously ignored it.
Wang Quan didn't care about what was behind him, he opened the box, and then subconsciously squinted his eyes.
Yes! What a dazzling golden light!
There are twenty or thirty gold bricks neatly stacked in the box!
Wang Quan's eyes changed.
It's the eyes that didn't run away when they saw the money.
The corners of his mouth subconsciously rose to reveal a smile.
It was when he went to buy a BMW, and the sales of the 4S store seemed to see the same smile as the commission bonus for selling the car.
Enthusiastic! Brimming!
"Yes, that's good." Wang Quan turned around and patted the village chief on the shoulder, smiling enthusiastically, "Uncle Village, you are the greatest god in the whole village, don't you really need my help to release it?" β
He patted his chest and said confidently: "Don't look at me like this, I'm actually quite strong." β
"No, no, it's not good for our village's trivial matters to delay your time." The village chief also cooperated with a kind smile.
It was his half-swollen face, which was covered with blood and then full of teeth, that made Wang Quan really unkind.
"Then I have one condition." Wang Quan smiled and began to inch in, "Look, I have a house, a car, no loan, and now I have money, is it just a girl who sleeps at night and hugs the warm bed?"
"Originally, I came to our village to find a partner, and now there is a suitable one.
"It just so happens that the girl doesn't have a father or a mother, and she looks strange and pitiful, village chief, what do you think?"
"No ......"
Clickββ!
Like a watermelon that had been smashed, the village chief's head was blown up by Wang Quan's punch.
"Since you don't speak, then I'll take you by default~~"
Wang Quan smiled and picked up the box, turned around and walked out of the village chief's house.
Leaving through a special method?
That's a lot of trouble, this village is all scum, just slaughter them all, and you can naturally get out.
His old king hates trouble the most.
After ten minutes of humming a little song and leaving, the headless corpse that had fallen to the ground suddenly sat up, and then countless flesh buds wriggled in the severance of the slot in the neck.
Slowly, a head grew.