This is Zhang Wei's second time devouring ghost things, and he is somewhat familiar with the road, and the speed of digesting the ghost qi in his body is obviously happier.

Even though the pain is still so strong.

But after going through it once, it doesn't seem to be so difficult.

So in such a situation, Zhang Wei even had the leisure to glance at his mobile phone and found that the digestion process took a total of six minutes and thirty seconds.

"I believe that the next time it will be faster. Zhang Wei thought so beautifully.

Then the thing was startled by its strange and terrible thoughts: "Shall I go! Shouldn't such a disgusting thing not be done, or try not to do it?"

And in this process, Zhao Haoran was obviously dumbfounded by this strange thing.

Even Zhang Wei's constantly bulging belly, after finally calming down, he didn't react a little.

didn't care to explain all this to Zhao Haoran slowly, Zhang Wei took off the canvas satchel he was carrying diagonally with one hand and hung it around Zhao Haoran's neck.

With his mouth facing Zhao Haoran, he explained like this:

"You take the things in here to save everyone, among which the red lid is the antidote, and the blue lid is the one to restore physical strength; ”

was hung around his neck by a heavy satchel, and Zhao Haoran came to his senses.

He asked Zhang Wei suspiciously: "You, what are you going to do?"

After Zhang Wei heard this, he first pulled out a silver-white Mitsubishi military thorn from the armed belt on the side of his waist, and replied in his mouth: "Of course, it is to solve those guards, so that you can save people." ”

Looking at the Mitsubishi military thorn in Zhang Wei's hand, Zhao Haoran couldn't help but gasp.

The main thing is that he noticed a small detail, there were obviously several phosphorus coatings that had been worn off on the entire silver-white blade of the original military stab.

As far as Zhao Haoran knows, when the Mitsubishi military thorn was manufactured, a certain amount of arsenic was added to the steel.

If the phosphorus coating has not been destroyed, the arsenic is nothing, but if you are cut directly by the arsenic-containing steel, the wound is extremely difficult to heal.

It can be seen from this that Zhang Wei, this kid, has serious murderous intentions......

Along the narrow corridor outside the door, Zhang Wei grabbed the Mitsubishi military spur with his backhand and sneaked cautiously all the way forward.

He really didn't think that deliberately breaking the coating on the Mitsubishi military thorn on his hand was a big thing to make a fuss about, and when he was still wearing open crotch pants, the old man Wang next door was boasting about it in his ear.

Those old guys were in the yard of his house, drunk and bragging.

I didn't think about the question of whether it was appropriate to give this knowledge to a little boy on paper.

I don't know how many times I've heard of similar statements about what bayonet stabbed into the opponent's body, and stirring it hard to ensure lethality.

Zhang Wei, who is now provoked, has a killing intent in his heart, which is just a subconscious approach.

With light hands and feet, Zhang Wei crossed a tunnel that was at least 100 meters long, and he could see small rooms continuously spaced out from both sides of the road.

The floor in the room was full of people who had fainted.

Judging from the dress of these people, without exception, they are all unlucky people who were caught after being plotted at the sect conference.

There are at least hundreds of people on both sides of these two corridors.

At the same time, such a building structure also confirms Zhang Wei's previous guess: this is by no means an underground mausoleum for any character.

Because the area here is so large, there is a huge mausoleum that can accommodate tens of thousands of people, and it seems that such a powerful existence has never been heard of in history.

At the end of the road, Zhang Wei suddenly stopped.

Here he saw the guard, with a sack on his head, wrapped in a cotton coat, lying alone on a stone bed.

In addition to the stick with complex patterns, which is suspected to be used to control the imp, there is also a walkie-talkie-like thing.

In the ancient underground building, the opponent who used the walkie-talkie immediately gave Zhang Wei a sense of time and space.

And the guard is sleeping now, he doesn't know that his two tough imps have long been quietly eliminated by the defenseless captives in his mind.

After quietly approaching the guard, Zhang Wei suddenly stood up.

His left hand grabbed the opponent's fragile throat at once, depriving the guard of all the ability to scream.

When he pressed the left half of the guard's body with his knee, the Mitsubishi military stab held in his right hand was a bayonet against the wrist of the guard's right hand.

The sharp bayonet stabbed the guard in the wrist and easily pierced a large wound.

What's more, Zhang Wei also took it easy, twisted the Mitsubishi bayonet in his hand, and when he pulled out the bayonet, no matter how awesome the guard was, the entire right hand was definitely useless.

Later, Zhang Wei did the same and abolished the guard's left hand.

Only then did he tear off the sack that the other party had put on his head, revealing the underneath the sack, which looked ordinary, like a hard-pressed middle-aged office worker's male face.

Ignoring the other party, the eyes full of murderous intent when he stared at himself.

Zhang Wei directly stabbed the Mitsubishi Army, who was still bloodstained, on the temple of the guard.

After lowering his voice, he asked, "Tell me honestly, where is the location here, and how can I get out." ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Wei paused for a moment, and then a voice with a devilish temptation sounded:

"As long as you cooperate with me honestly, I promise not only to ensure that this bayonet does not pass through, but also to help you to bandage the wound on your hand later, and to remind you that if you bleed too much, it will kill you. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhang Wei let go a little and pinched the strength of the palm of the guard's throat.

can make the other party barely make a little sound, and when the situation is not right, forcibly pinch the guard's cry for help again.

As for the things that Zhang Wei promised, of course he would do them one by one.

When the time comes, the wound will be bandaged or something, and it will definitely be bandaged, but whether the bleeding can be completely stopped, and whether the guard will bleed to death because of this, is not in his consideration.

Zhang Wei's kid expected it to be quite beautiful.

He even wanted to give his spirit a round of applause or something, but after a short time, he found himself slapped in the face.

The guard's unremarkable face suddenly showed a strange smile.

Then, after muttering and squirming a few times, he did not make any reply, but a black blood stain flowed from the corner of his mouth.

To put it simply, this thing bit through the poison sac in its mouth and committed suicide directly.

"Hell, a bunch of crazy people, isn't it good to live? Zhang Wei's heart was full of unspeakable depression, and he scolded so indignantly.

Then, carrying the already polished Mitsubishi military thorn, he walked towards another unexplored road, and took the stick that had been used against the imp with his own armed belt.

At the same time, a decision has already been made in his heart:

Since these madmen don't cooperate, then see one and solve one!