Set the time to 10 minutes ago.

At the end of the sidewalk in front of the village entrance, there is a man riding a Kawasaki H2

Motorcycles, with black and green veins, are extremely cool and expensive.

The man wears a blue casual jacket on the upper body, black cropped pants on the lower body, and a pair of white sneakers.

I didn't wear a motorcycle helmet, shaved my head, my face was angular, my eyebrows were untrimmed but very regular, my eyebrows were thin and the eyebrows were slightly thicker, like a spear, the corners of my eyes were slightly upturned, my nose was big and the bridge of my nose was high, my mouth was not big and I was used to smiling badly, the whole person looked very handsome, the most important thing was that this man was in his early twenties, and he didn't look much different from 17 or 8.

There were two blush on his face, and he had a root in his mouth, but the soot did not bounce off, and the strong wind generated by the fast and fast driving of the car did not blow the soot off. On the left handlebar hangs a sling that connects to a black bag shaped like it contains a knife.

What is even more eye-catching is that he is fifty meters away from the mighty Ten Directions Wild Ghost Team, the Wild Ghost Team has been eating car exhaust, always maintaining a distance of fifty meters and not daring to cross the thunder pool half a step, as if afraid of this man.

The man squinted his eyes and spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and sang in a childish and childlike voice casually and freely: "I was born with a ghostly spirit, hidden in the coffin in the grave of the night shift. It is time to take advantage of the drunkenness to be thorough, and the blind heart and blind eyes should not give up. ”

"The wind is blowing in the shape of the waves, and the song is sparse and buried!"

"Listen to the red face like water, ask the world fearless, who else is me!"

After three words of singing, the man rode a motorcycle to the entrance of the village, and after screwing the brakes with his left hand, he turned around and glared at the wild ghost team without any purpose, and the wild ghost team that had stopped moving forward hurriedly retreated dozens of meters away.

The man nodded with satisfaction, turned his head to look at the entrance of the village, and muttered to himself at a glance that the problem was wrong: "The breath of this zombie circulation is wrong, Xiaoyang is probably in danger."

The man took off the black bag hanging on the handlebar, and pulled out a black *** welded out of stainless steel from it, which belongs to the flat head***, the back of the knife is wide and thick to three centimeters, the blade is sharp, and a knife must be separated from human flesh. The blade of the knife is fifty-five centimeters long, the handle is wrapped in black fine linen, which is more convenient to hold in the hand, and will not fall off because of the sweating of the palm, and the micro end of the handle is welded with a small circular connecting ring.

He did not rush into the village at the first time, but held the knife in his left hand and gestured to the palm of his right hand, and finally endured the pain and slashed on the palm of his hand, which was already full of scars and calluses, and the blood in the palm stained the entire blade, not an inch fell.

took out a red scarf from his left trouser pocket, threaded the red scarf into the connecting ring, pulled it in half, and tied the two ends of the red scarf in half to his left wrist, and tied it with a dead button.

Then he took out a black rather thick masked towel from his trouser pocket, covered his mouth and nose, and fastened it at the back of his head, this time with a live button.

After tying the red scarf and masked scarf, he waved the mountain knife twice, holding the knife in his left hand with a smile, holding the accelerator in his right hand, keeping the body balanced and charging into the village.

With Gao Qiang's eyes, he drove the car to the gate of Lao Wang's courtyard, just when the black zombie Lao Wang was in a fierce confrontation with Lao Cao, and he didn't hear that there was a motorcycle driving outside the courtyard at all.

The man gently steered the car to turn around and pull to the limit of the country road, and a third of the rear car had already slipped into the not-so-deep trench that was usually used to take out garbage.

Facing the gate and the two were parallel, the man was bored and hit the ground three times with the tip of the knife, and then bowed his head, his head was protected by the windshield of the motorcycle, and he held the *** side in his hand, with the blade facing outward.

"Weng!"

He flicked the throttle for the first time, and the rear wheel ran out of the trench and fell back into place when he stopped.

"Weng!"

The second throttle release time was much faster than the first, and only a pair of his exposed eyes could be seen through the windshield, still the eyes of the old god for no reason.

"Weng!"

The third time he twisted the throttle, the car jumped out half a meter away, and was kicked back to the original flavor by his feet, and the real meaning of his eyes changed at this moment, if he used adjectives to describe his eyes, it was the eagle looking down on his weak prey in the sky, and the tiger was ready to break out a fatal blow at any time.

"Weng!"

The fourth throttle was directly screwed to the end, and the high performance was the Kawasaki H2 modified by the throttle system

Like the best mount, it blasted out of top speed in less than two seconds, and without any hesitation, it slammed towards the gate of the courtyard.

He is like the last knight in ancient times, riding a horse and whipping, a horse stepping on a flying swallow, and a person, a knife and a cart are galloping out of thousands of troops.

The front of the car slammed into the gate, and the glass of the two headlights and windshield shattered on the spot, and continued to bang the accelerator non-stop, completely ignoring the shock to the internal organs of the body just now. The throttle continued to blast to death, and the thin mud on the ground was stirred by the front and rear wheels.

"Boom."

In fact, the door was not locked, it was sealed by the resentful ghost with resentment, and the first impact hit a twenty-centimeter gap.

He stepped his feet on the ground and stepped back a meter, feeling that the distance was about the same, his feet off the ground, and then he slammed the throttle and rampage, glaring and roaring, just like the knight shouted and cheered for himself before he charged.

"Bang dang!"

The door was forcibly knocked open by him, his right hand screwed the accelerator and did not let go, one hand raised the front of the car, the whole person turned over and jumped out of the car, and threw the motorcycle that could not be stopped to the black zombie old king who was walking towards me.

He fell into the dirt with the knife in his hand, but his clothes were dry, ignoring the knee of his left leg that hurt because he fell to the ground, the pestle stood up, and his momentum changed in one step, skipping me with a look of surprise and bewilderment.

I looked at the man who had come out in such a pose, clenching the spell at a loss.

"Five plagues and seven boils, I can kill them! Who would dare to refuse? How dare God lose? The drunken capital is slaughtered, and the Beidou is beheaded! With a divine sword, ten thousand ghosts will be eliminated!"

He quickly recited the incantation in his mouth, without any superfluous movements, and walked to the black zombie old king who had just lowered down to avoid the motorcycle, and slashed at the old king's right arm with his hand.

"Poof."

The masked man in front of me used a mediocre *** with no special functions to chop off one of the arms of the high-defense black zombie old king.

The right arm fell to the ground, but no blood gushed out.

I saw that next, the man's eyes were staring, the knife in his left hand opened and closed, and he slashed at Lao Wang's body one by one, and the sound of popping was endless.

Five knives came down and chopped off one of Lao Wang's arms, one leg, and left forearm.

The blade slashed, he let go of the knife, and the knife was hanging from his hand because of the red rope, and it was a one-sided slaughter.

The black zombie old king had no chance to react at all, and was grabbed by the collar by the man's right hand and lifted up from the ground into the air.

"Isn't it awesome? Yes!? ”

The man's left hand held a knife that did not affect his fist, and the sandbag-sized fist slammed into Lao Wang's face, punching one punch after another, and the fist brought the wind.

I saw that Lao Wang's fangs were shattered by the man's three fists, and they flew to the side, so fast that I couldn't see the shadow of his fist clearly, and there were probably seven or eight punches, which broke all four fangs of the black zombie Lao Wang.

"You answer me! Isn't it awesome? Yes!? ”

The height of the man can be 1.76 meters, which is not too tall, but at this time, the image in my heart can already be the same as that of a giant, how can an ordinary human be able to chase zombies with fists and fists?

Can this TM be an ordinary person? What kind of pervert is Lin Kongyang's eldest brother?