The dressed girl who turned back on the altar looked at the man who was dressed in a way that did not match the place.

"Yo~~ I seem to hear a poor little white-haired village girl calling for help." Wang Quan smiled like a refreshing big brother, he completely ignored the group of disciples around him and the corpses that appeared one after another.

"Did I hear it wrong? Why is there no one calling for help now? ”

Looking at the man, Ah Jiu finally had an expression on his face.

She bent down and shouted:

"Brother!! Help me!! ”

"Received~~"

Wang Quan took out two pistols, one black and one silver, looked left and right at the people who came up, and smiled very gently:

"You also heard that someone was begging me to save her. So what do you guys think? ”

Feng Sixi and the three of them looked at each other.

The village chief touched the door of his head, where there was still a faint pain.

He was most impressed by Wang Quan.

Although this young man Yushu is in the wind, has a superb temperament, a peerless appearance, a family-friendly personality, and is gentle and considerate, it is also an indisputable fact that he exploded his head twice.

"Now it's just a matter of holding him back and waiting for the ritual to end, once the ritual is completed, you and I will be reborn, not with this half-dead body."

The village chief's expression was gloomy, and he waved his hand, "There is no need to talk about morality with this kind of madman!" The big guys are on it side by side! ”

With that, he turned around and ran towards the altar.

Wang Quan was stunned when he heard his words.

He felt as if he had said the same thing and done the same thing at any point.

Forget it, I'll think about that later.

Wang Quan took a step back from the side, dodged a side slash, and then when the man leaned forward due to inertia, he just pressed the muzzle of his right hand against his head.

Pull the trigger and blood splashes!

Retracting the gun in his left hand and taking the knife in his hand, Wang Quan was short and rushed into the crowd!

Killing Blooms!

After emptying the magazine, Wang Quan did not change the magazine, but directly put the pistol in his right hand back into the pouch on the inside of the suit.

Then he picked up the crowbar held by a certain corpse in his right hand, and Wang Quan turned around and killed the crowd again.

Blood and snowflakes!

The severed arm flies with the head!

The scarlet color in Wang Quan's eyes became more and more intense, and even later, a black-red blood mist gradually appeared around him.

The blood mist was barely visible to the naked eye at first, but as the number of cultists hacked to death increased, the blood red around him gradually became thicker.

In the end, the blood mist filled the open space around the altar, and the three people on the altar could barely see the figures in the blood mist.

But Wang Quan's brain was unexpectedly sober.

It can even be said that he is more sober than before.

Although he is crazy and even faster at killing, he is more like playing the game from a third-person perspective at the moment.

All the action was left to instinct, and then its own calm brain began to think.

Why are the men on the altar still standing?

Is it resigned to death and waiting for death?

There must be a problem.

But Wang Quan didn't care.

In his field of vision, the people and corpses around him were no longer individuals, but humanoid points of light that emitted a glimmer of light.

This feeling is the same as when he played "Torture and Killing", when he controlled ALEX to turn on the thermal vision.

In his line of sight, in addition to the surrounding enemies and the cultists and corpses who had come out of the northern mountains to join the battle, there was also a heat source of light swimming around in the forest a little farther away.

At each point, he would stay for a few seconds and then quickly move on to the next.

Wang Quan knew it.

His white eyeballs, which had turned completely black, had scarlet eyes and pupils in the middle, and black cracks spread around their sockets.

Faced with more and more cultists and more corpses around him, he had begun to get bored.

Throwing away the knife that had been curled in his hand and the broken crowbar, Wang Quan bowed slightly.

The black-red mist that filled the clearing shrank violently, and within two seconds, it was all attached to the surface of his body.

The next moment, everyone heard the sound of their hearts beating.

And then...... Everyone's eyes turned black and white.

A black-red shockwave exploded in all directions centered on Wang Quan!

Everything is silent.

Slowly exhaling, Wang Quan, who had returned to normal with black eyes and white eyeballs, straightened up and walked towards the altar.

No followers or corpses attacked him.

The moment he stepped onto the altar, all the cultists and corpses fell to the ground like dominoes.

Then, no movement is lost.

Wang Quan moved his neck and said with a smile: "I came as agreed, so can you give Ah Jiu to me?" I'm a man who hates violence. ”

The high priest pulled Ah Jiu back a few steps, and the village chief took a step forward with Feng Sixi and his son.

Feng Sixi sighed, "I didn't expect you to be so strong. ”

He slowly took off his outer robe, and then took off his inner shirt, revealing his pectoralis major and eight-pack abs.

"It's a pity that I'm a little better than you."

The skin on his back shoulder blades bulged, and the next moment, two wings like huge fleshy claws burst out of his back.

He raised his head and licked the sharp nails on his fingers, and the killing intent skyrocketed in the yellow vertical pupils that had turned into beasts.

By his side, his son Feng Shuangliu became the same as him.

Wang Quan was stunned for a moment and asked, "Will you two be a thousand birds?" Just the trick of electric light in his hand. ”

Seeing that the father and son didn't react, Wang Quan sighed, "Okay, no, no, I won't rub the balls anyway." ”

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it in his mouth, and snapped his fingers.

The village chief's eyes began to move up and down, left and right, and his head bulged, deformed, and swelled like if he had been hit by the Big Dipper Fist, and then exploded.

Originally, the position of his head had become eight tentacles waving wildly.

At the tip of the tentacle are mouthparts that are as sharp as shark teeth.

The next moment, the tentacles penetrated the body, limbs, and heads of the Feng family's father and son.

Then, in their struggle, they were devoured completely.

After that, as if the balloon had shrunk, the village chief lost his water and fell to the ground as a dried corpse.

Wang Quan touched the village chief's corpse with his foot, and his corpse turned into ashes.

Raising his head and looking at Ah Jiu, as well as the high priest who was holding her neck behind her back, Wang Quan took a puff of cigarette and exhaled slowly, "So what other tricks do you have?" ”

The high priest took Ah Jiu as a hostage, grabbed her neck and slowly retreated, "Don't come here, or I'll ......"

Before she finished speaking, Wang Quan appeared in front of Ah Jiu, smiled softly at her, and then passed his right hand through Ah Jiu's chest, plunged into the high priest's chest, grabbed her heart, and pinched it fiercely.

Withdrawing his hand, the high priest fell backwards, and Wang Quan caught Ah Jiu, who was led forward by inertia.

Blood splattered on Ah Jiu's chest, and he spat blood in his mouth.

But she didn't care.

She just raised her hand tremblingly and put it on Wang Quan's face, and a quiet and reassuring smile appeared on her face, "Brother...... I knew you'd come......"

Wang Quan glared at the dead fish and complained: "Don't be sensational, get up quickly, your chest has grown." By the way, gone. ”

"Oh......" Ah Jiu was stunned and got up from his arms.

Brother really doesn't look at the atmosphere......

When she was depressed, she felt a warmth in her body, and a blazer was draped over her body.

Her head was heavy, and she felt someone rubbing and rubbing on top of her head.

Ah Jiu raised his head and smiled softly at Shangwang Quan.

"It's okay."

For some reason, her eyes were hot.

After 1,962 years, tears flowed down her cheeks again.

But this time, it's tears of joy.

"It's useless...... Ahem......"

On the ground, the high priest looked at them coldly while vomiting blood, "No one in the village can be killed...... You can't escape this endless curse...... Ahem......"

It may be the reason why her heart was pinched and exploded, and she recovered very slowly.

Sure enough, as her words fell, the corpses and cultists under the altar slowly struggled to get up.

"Not necessarily."

A calm baritone sounded with the footsteps.

Cheng Weihua stepped on the altar.

He also had a detonator in his hand.

He looked down at the beautiful but distorted face of the High Priest.

This face gradually overlapped with the green face in his memory.

Then, it gradually separates again.

Sighing, he whispered, "Zhao Di, I'm back." ”

The high priest was stunned, and his expression softened, "Brother Cheng, you have lost weight and vicissitudes." ”

"You haven't changed, you're still so young." Twenty-four-year-old uncle Cheng Weihua paused, "No, in fact, you have also changed." ”

The high priest opened his mouth and slowly raised his arm, "Brother Cheng, help me......"

Cheng Weihua looked back at Ah Jiu, who was tightly wrapped in a suit jacket and wearing a phoenix crown beside Wang Quan, and his head suddenly hurt.

"Uh......"

After a few seconds, he slowly stood up and let out a long breath, "I see......

"Is there any more smoke?"

Wang Quan threw one to him, and then lit it for him.

Cheng Weihua slowly sat down beside the high priest, took a puff of cigarette, and said, "Let's go, my end is here." ”

He looked at the corpses under the altar who were about to recover, and sighed, "When you leave, I will detonate the bomb." ”

Wang Quan rolled his eyes, kicked him over, and then picked up the detonator that fell on the ground and pressed it directly.

"You're handsome."

The next moment, the earth shook.

A fire burned around the altar.

Countless corpses and cultists wailed in the flames, and finally fell to the ground without breath.

They are completely dead this time.

The flames slowly spread and the surrounding forest began to catch fire.

With the crackling sound of the flames, the three-hundred-meter-high windmill collapsed with a bang.

The high priest lay on the ground with a calm expression.

Wang Quan pulled up Cheng Weihua, who was smiling bitterly, and raised his eyebrows, "What should I do, are you planning to take this crazy woman away or destroy her here?"

"By the way, let me tell you an unfortunate thing, this crazy woman may be two thousand years old, you were eaten by an old cow, and Ah Jiu is not your daughter."

"......" Cheng Weihua smoked bitterly, living like a bitter master who was green, "I really don't know now, I originally thought that this was the end of my life, but you ...... Alas......"

Wang Quan pouted, "It's my business, the most annoying thing for buddies is brainless sensationalism, or the kind of sensationalism sent to death, who else can you move besides yourself?" ”

Cheng Weihua shook his head, too lazy to argue with him.

He looked at the high priest on the ground and sighed, "The Zhao Di in my memory is dead, she ...... It's just someone else with a good look. She had lost herself. ”

"Then kill it, I'm doing it, if you can't do it, I'll come." As he spoke, Wang Quan stepped forward and grabbed the high priest and threw him into the fire.

The high priest looked at Wang Quan coldly, "Don't think you've won. ”

Wang Quanle was happy, "Can you still turn the tables?" Why, can you still summon that monster of yours out of the second to kill me? ”

The high priest sneered, "It's not a monster, it's a god!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the wind blew fiercely.