Wang Hao listened to the huge gunfire from afar, knowing that this was the sound of a sniper rifle, thinking that it must be the sunspot with a sniper rifle on his back, and he must catch up with it as soon as possible, otherwise Brother Fan will be very dangerous with one enemy and two enemies.

He groped in the direction of the gunshot, and soon the gunfire didn't sound again, he was shocked, could it be that Brother Fan was dead?

At the moment, he couldn't care so much anymore, and hurriedly sped up, although he had confidence in Ning Zifan, but if the other party had always had a sniper who was secretly used as a yin gun, who could stop it?

As the distance approached, he felt that he was almost at the place, and gently brushed away the grass in front of him, but found no one in sight, but saw a few pools of blood on the ground.

He waited a moment, to make sure there was no danger, and then he cowered and popped out of the grass, and walked ahead following the marks on the ground.

At this time, a hoarse and crying voice fell into his ears from not far away: "Please...... Please, kill me, please, please...... Kill me! ”

Wang Hao was startled, and cautiously followed the source of the sound, and when he walked around a tree, a creepy scene appeared in front of him.

On the trunk of a large tree not far away, a bloody ...... hung The man, yes, it should be a man, his legs were severed together, and a dark red sword was stuck in his stomach, which seemed to be nailed to the trunk of a tree.

This person's hands are all as soft as two fritters, Wang Hao knows that this is because all the bones in these hands have been crushed inch by inch!

This person's face collapsed even more, looking very disgusting, but he also knew that this must have been smashed into it by a fist, and his nose was even more flattened, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and blood continued to flow out of his eye sockets, and it seemed that the two eyeballs were either gouged out or directly crushed, which looked distorted and disgusting.

This person's head is even more terrifying, a blur of flesh and blood, no hair can be seen anymore, it seems that all of them have been torn off by hand, and a few pieces of scalp have been torn off by the way, it looks pitted, and blood is constantly flowing out.

Now the person who was nailed to the tree said that he was an evil ghost from hell, and most people would definitely believe it, but Wang Hao knew the identity of the person who was nailed to the tree from the sniper rifle on the ground on the side, and it was obviously Heizi!

In front of Kuroko, there was a person standing, this person slowly touched his chin, as if he was admiring the masterpiece he had created in front of him, and as if he was thinking about how to continue to torture the person in front of him, but not let this person accidentally die.

Wang Hao didn't know why he was able to guess this person's inner thoughts so clearly, maybe it was because this person was the Fan brother he respected and was most familiar with?

He vomited, although he had seen the wind and waves, and all kinds of ways to kill people, but it was the first time he had seen such a cruel method of torturing people!

In this case, the strong physique of the fearless person will make people more painful, precisely because the physique is much stronger than ordinary people, and they still can't die after being tortured at this level, but there is no way but to pray like a dog to the opponent to kill themselves!

At this moment, Ning Zifan slowly turned around, Wang Hao just looked at him, looking at his cold and cruel vertical pupils that were not human, Wang Hao directly collapsed on the ground, and something called fear continued to spread in his heart, prompting him to slowly crawl back.

Ning Zifan glanced at Wang Hao, obviously not very interested, turned his head again, and used his hand to pull open Heizi's mouth, revealing Heizi's mouth without a single tooth, but a tongue was still there.

Wang Hao knew that Ning Zifan might be going to tear off Heizi's tongue next, obviously Heizi also knew, crying and begging: "Don't, don't, beg...... Please, kill me, I was wrong, I was really wrong, kill me, kill me! ”

"Brother Fan, that's enough, give him a good time!" Wang Hao finally couldn't help but say, this was the first time in his life that he felt the enemy...... Wretched!

Kuroko almost killed him with a shot at that time, he really hated Kuroko to the core, and he wanted to cramp and pull out the bones of Kuroko, but when this scene appeared, he actually wanted to give Kuroko a pain, not that he was soft-hearted, but that Ning Zifan's methods were too cruel, even if it was him, he felt creepy, and even pitied the enemy!

Ning Zifan heard Wang Hao's words, his ears moved, he pulled out the dark red long sword that nailed the sunspot, turned around directly, looked at Wang Hao coldly, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, obviously he had already regarded Wang Hao as the next prey!

Wang Hao only felt that his hairs stood on end, goosebumps were all up, the smell of death was extremely thick, and he couldn't help but tremble and said: "Brother Fan, I'm Wang Hao, don't you know me?"

Ning Zifan didn't reply, he rushed in front of Wang Hao with a sword, and the long sword in his hand slashed at Wang Hao who collapsed to the ground without the slightest mercy.

"Brother Fan, Brother Fan, Brother Fan!" Wang Hao couldn't help but shout loudly one after another, but this sword was still menacing, without the slightest hesitation.

He could even foresee the scene when his head fell to the ground, but what he didn't expect was that he actually died at the hands of the person he trusted and respected the most, ironic, ironic!

However, after waiting for a while, the imaginary pain did not hit, and he couldn't help but look up, only to see that Ning Zifan actually held the long sword that was cut in the air with his left hand, and the blood continued to flow.

He looked at Ning Zifan's expression of continuous struggle, and couldn't help but call: "Brother Fan? You sober up! Brother Fan, I'm Wang Hao? ”

Ning Zifan threw away the long sword in his hand, covered his face with both hands, and struggled in place for a moment before putting his hands down, revealing a pair of clean black and white eyes.

"Damn, I almost lost my mind!" Ning Zifan shook his head and stretched out his hand to Wang Hao on the ground, "Are you okay?" ”

"I didn't ...... It's okay! Wang Hao shook his head ignorantly, then took Ning Zifan's hand and stood up, with an expression on his face that was about to cry, "Brother Fan, if you don't wake up again, I will die in your hands!" ”

"Don't worry, it won't happen again." Ning Zifan seemed to be talking to Wang Hao, and as if he was secretly swearing to himself.

If he really killed Wang Hao when he lost his mind today, he would probably not be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life.