The bald man who had one of his arms cut off stumbled for his life, and always fell down because of his unstable center of gravity.

Ignoring the bloody wound on his arm, the bald man struggled to his feet again after he fell, and staggered forward.

For this kind of cat-and-mouse game, Wu Yong is obviously enjoying it. He was not in a hurry to kill the bald man directly, but was immersed in the unprecedented sense of horror and fear that could bring the bald man.

The bald man used to do the same to the female victims who were raped and abused by him, when the bald man carried a hammer and looked at the scarred woman desperately crawling towards the door of the dim basement, he seemed to be the tyrannical king of ancient times, who could dominate all human lives.

It is like the grim reaper of hell, who can trample on and whip the dignity of those women before they die.

But feng shui takes turns, and what the bald man didn't expect was that he could experience this feeling of being abused and humiliated today.

Just when the bald man's pent-up resentment and resentment in his heart urged him to fight to the death with Wu Yong, a fiery red phantom flashed and directly strangled the bald man's neck.

"Woo..."

The sharp fangs pierced the neck in an instant, and the trachea pierced, making the bald man only let out a whimper in despair, and his palms were like eagle claws, desperately pulling on the red bricks on the ground, drawing clear traces.

In the frightened eyes of the bald man, his pupils gradually dilated, and his breath was faint like a mosquito's breath, and after a short time, the soul of the dead lost its life.

Huo Ran, when Wu Yong and Nie Xiaoqian arrived slowly in the alley, what caught their eyes was a crimson and colorful tiger ghost, nearly four meters long, with a bloody mouth holding the neck of a bald man, and a pair of scarlet tiger eyes like rubies, looking at Wu Yong vigilantly.

At this time, the bald man's neck had been bitten and the flesh was blurred and broken. Even if you pull hard, the bald man's head will be separated from the body.

After confronting Wu Yong for a while, the crimson tiger ghost had no intention of fighting Wu Yong. The tiger took the corpse of the bald man's dead in his mouth, spread his four claws, flew out of the alley, and disappeared.

The bald man's ghost was devoured by the ghost, Nie Xiaoqian'e frowned, her beautiful eyes flowed, and she glared at Wu Yong angrily.

"Why do you think of me like that?" Wu Yong's face was not very natural, and he immediately shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and excused himself innocently. "I didn't kill him, you can see it, it was the tiger ghost who did it, and it has nothing to do with me."

If Wu Yong can abandon his selfish grievances and turn the bald man's soul into a bald man as soon as possible, the bald man will not be devoured by ghosts.

Nie Xiaoqian's eyebrows were coldly raised, and she said unhappily: "Now is not the time to shirk responsibility.

Hurry up and catch up with that ghost and kill it is the first priority. ”

Seeing that Nie Xiaoqian no longer blamed herself, Wu Yong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. For the bald man being devoured by ghosts, Wu Yong did not feel any guilt in his heart, and even had some schadenfreude.

This is the best example of what it means to be guilty. Anyway, it wasn't Lao Tzu who did it, even if God condemned it angrily, I'm afraid it wouldn't be my turn.

Thinking of this, the corners of Wu Yong's mouth couldn't help but snicker smugly.

"That tiger ghost is in the southeast direction, about two hundred and thirty meters away from us." Nie Xiaoqian closed her eyes and concentrated, sensing the location of the tiger ghost.

As soon as the words fell, Wu Yong and Nie Xiaoqian walked forward quickly, galloping in the direction of the tiger ghost······

About five minutes later, Wu Yong and Nie Xiaoqian came to a suburb near the river.

Immediately on both sides of the river is a concrete protective dam, which is about to overflow into the wooded belt along the river during the long summer flood season.

In the shade of the woods, the tiger ghost had already devoured the bald man's soul, and was sticking out its scarlet tongue, constantly licking the remaining blood from its paws, and combing its red hair by the way.

When Wu Yong and Nie Xiaoqian slowly approached, the tiger ghost became vigilant, staring at the ruby eyes, the red hair on the whole body stood upside down, and the four claws fell to the ground, staring at Wu Yong and the two vigilantly.

Seeing this, Wu Yong said to Nie Xiaoqian in a deep voice: "Xiaoqian, you hurry up and hide in the finger bone relic, and when you fight with the ghost later, so as not to hurt you." ”

Nie Xiaoqian knew very well what kind of terrifying destructive power Wu Yong would produce when he fought with ghosts, and she was just an ordinary revenant now, even if she stayed by Wu Yong's side, it would only add trouble.

Nodding his head, Nie Xiaoqian said solemnly: "Wu Yong, you have to be careful, I always feel that this ghost is a little different." ”

As soon as the words fell, Nie Xiaoqian turned into a purple streamer and melted into the phalange relics on Wu Yong's chest.

Different?

Very different indeed.

The last time I saw a ghost was an ugly spider, this time I encountered a crimson tiger.

Wu Yong clenched the boning knife that emitted a sharp white light with both hands, and moved his steps with vigilance, slowly approaching the tiger ghost.

When Wu Yong was about thirty meters away from the tiger ghost, the tiger's bloody eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he roared fiercely in the sky, like a thunderous explosion, and the sound shook for nine days.

"Roar..."

Suddenly, the tiger's four claws clasped the ground, and its powerful hind legs suddenly exerted force, and for a while the ground collapsed and the soil flew up.

With the help of the powerful explosive power generated by the hind legs instantly, the tiger ghost turned into a red cannonball, and it appeared in front of Wu Yong's eyes in the blink of an eye.

His pupils constricted, and Wu Yong's face changed in shock. He never expected that this tiger ghost would be so fast.

In a hurry, it was too late to make any counterattacks. Wu Yong turned from attack to defense, and the sharp long knife in his hand was horizontal, blocking the bloody mouth of the tiger ghost, only to hear a "choking" sound, Bai Sensen's steel teeth and boning sharp knife collided together, making a crisp sound similar to metal impact.

Then Wu Yong's body was knocked out by a huge violent force, and a "whoosh" hunting wind blew in his ears, and what was even more terrifying was that Wu Yong found that he had no room to break free in front of this powerful force.

"Bang!"

As Wu Yong's back slammed into a towering ancient tree, the leaves shook and fell, like a drizzle, endlessly.

The thick body of the tree, which several people hugged, also cracked open a hole from the center under the impact of the fierce force, and meandered from the impact to the root of the tree.

"Nima's, this is going to kill me!" Wu Yong was not spared in this tragic impact. At this time, his five organs seemed to have been turned upside down, and the churning blood in his body made Wu Yong's mouth and tongue sweet, and he immediately spit out a mouthful of dark red viscous blood.

There was no time to wipe the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, Wu Yong could only hold the long knife in his hand with all his strength, in order to resist the bite of the tiger ghost blood.