Thinking of this, she was as strong as Li Xinwen, and she also sweated in her heart and became nervous. Li Xinwen had only heard of some ghost things of the level of the Corpse King in books and in the oral accounts of her predecessors, and she had never seen them. Moreover, not all of those predecessors and those recorded in the book are true, and there are many conjecture elements, and the authenticity cannot stand up to verification.

The little monkey covered his head and stood up at the moment, although he was a little dizzy at the moment, but all the thoughts of the little monkey at this moment were still the words that Li Xinwen had just said, to be exact, those two words, corpse king. The little monkey shook his head and looked at the unrestrained guest as well.

The fat man also turned over with difficulty at this moment, although he didn't have time to stand up, but he also raised his head. At this glance, he was speechless in surprise. I saw this corpse king, wearing a pair of dark green military boots on his feet, and the pants were camouflage military pants, and what shocked the fat man was that he saw the belt.

The metal buckle of this belt is a golden ****** head, although there is a lot of dust on it, but it can still be seen that there are a few small words engraved under the head. At the moment, the small words were still obscured by the dust and could not be recognized, but the fat man recognized the belt.

Although he didn't see this person's face clearly, he still asked tentatively: "Pan Zai, is it you?" The little monkey was surprised when he heard it: "Fat brother, have you made a mistake, how can this monster be Brother Pan Zai." The fat man shook his head, he didn't dare to look at the man's face.

He just said to himself, "I may recognize the wrong person, but I won't recognize this belt." This is my birthday present to Pan Tsai, it is unique, there is absolutely no such belt in the world that is exactly the same for two days. Pan Zai also likes it very much, it is impossible for such a coincidence that such a belt still appears on others. ”

Li Xinwen was also a little puzzled by this change, but at this moment, the monster's face was still shrouded in darkness, and she couldn't see her face clearly, so in Li Xinwen's opinion, everything was still a guess. Just when the three of them were puzzled, Jester suddenly spoke: "It seems that you are indeed Pan Zai's friend, I am sorry for you to tell you that the person in front of you said that he was Pan Zai." To say that he is not Pan Zai, it can also be said that he is not, to be exact, it is Pan Zai's corpse. ”

When the fat man heard Jester's words, he was furious and said, "You just said that Pan Zai is dead, and the corpse has become a monster." Listening to the fat man's angry roar, Jester didn't explain much, and at this moment he had already stood up and said, "Now is not the time to talk about this, find a way to control him first." His strength is terrifying, let's join forces. ”

After that, he looked at the fat man, although the fat man was sad and angry in his heart, he felt three expectant eyes. He also knows that the deceased is gone, and the living still need to live well, whether Pan Zai is dead or not, but at the moment he is indeed his enemy. If he was alone, the fat man might not be able to fight Pan Zai in front of him, but he still had teammates behind him, and he couldn't let Pan Zai live like no one and no ghost.

Thinking of this, the fat man nodded solemnly and said, "Okay, I agree to join forces." But there is one condition that I will say first......" Before the fat man could finish speaking, Jester interrupted: "I still want to talk about my conditions, my conditions are very simple, that is, try not to hurt Pan Zai." ”

The fat man was also taken aback when he heard this, and turned his head to look at Jester, and found that his eyes were full of determination. Such a gaze, such insistence did not seem like a fake, and Jester didn't need to look at his face. Things back then may not be the same as he imagined, and at this moment the fat man began to wonder if the diary of Pan Zai that was given to him by the Harold Chamber of Commerce was the truth.

However, now is not the time to delve into these issues, and for the fat man, it is more important to determine whether the monster in front of him is Pan Zai. I was a little excited after seeing this belt just now, but now I think about it carefully, a belt alone is indeed not enough to determine the true identity of this monster.

And just like that, a temporary co-op quartet was completed by the home team. Without waiting for the four of them to take a stance, the Corpse King took the lead, but the Corpse King did not directly attack the four of them. Instead, they walked out of the darkness step by step, and the four of them only opened up at this moment the true face of the corpse king.

The height of the corpse king is about 1.9 meters, which is very in line with Pan Zai's height. The upper body, like the lower body, wears a green camouflage military uniform, but both sleeves of the military uniform have been removed, revealing two muscular arms. A closer look can also reveal that the skin of the arms is purple.

The muscles were bulging, and they were so thick that anyone who saw this arm would not dare to doubt its strength. Instead of claws, he wore a pair of metal gloves with barbed teeth on them. Seeing the gloves, the fat man once again suppressed his excitement by taking deep breaths.

Because when coincidences come one after another, even if it's fake, you will believe it to be true. This fist glove is one of Pan Zai's favorite weapons, and Pan Zai has made a name for himself with his marksmanship. But as Pan Zai's friend, the fat man knows that in addition to Pan Zai's marksmanship, the set of fighting skills honed from the army and the battlefield has always been Pan Zai's pride.

Pan Tsai has said more than once when drinking and chatting with the fat man that his favorite way to fight is not to shoot through the enemy's skull with a cold bullet. Instead, he uses his fists, and the enemies he hits to the flesh are incomplete, and the enemies he hits vomit blood, according to him, this is the most bloody combat mode.

The fat man laughed and didn't say anything after listening to it every time, looking unconvinced. One day, I remember that two years ago, when Pan Tsai was about to participate in the Harold Chamber of Commerce's tomb robbery competition, before leaving, he specially showed his secret weapon to the fat man. It's a pair of metal gloves covered with barbs.

Although after two years, I saw this pair of boxing gloves with only one side again, although the fat man couldn't be sure if the pair of boxing gloves in the corpse king's hand was Pan Zai's pair. But it's too similar, it's almost exactly the same, and the memory that was already a little vague is clear again in the fat man's mind.

In his memory, Pan Zai wore his signature smile, put on boxing gloves, and played a set of military physical boxing in front of the fat man. In order to show the power of these fist gloves, he also broke the wooden door of the fat man's house, and this punch went down. The tiger was vigorous, but it was inserted into the side of the wooden door, and before it was solid, the wooden door was hung out of countless small cracks, and sawdust flew.

Just when the fat man fell into his memory, he suddenly heard a little monkey screaming in his ear: "Fat brother, hide quickly." As soon as the words fell, the tall figure, like a tiger descending from the mountain, rushed towards the fat man. The fist in his hand was raised high and smashed at the fat man.

The fat man saw that this action was too similar to what he remembered, and the pace that he was about to dodge suddenly got stuck. The fat man was already bloated, and movement was not his strong point, and now this stuck shell can't be avoided even more. I could only watch as the metallic fist got closer and closer to me.

Just when the fat man had already raised his hands and was ready to make a hard attack, there was a pulling force on the waistband of his trousers, and this force was not small. The fat man's tonnage was actually dragged back several meters by this force, and then he narrowly and dangerously passed by his fist.

Although the corpse king's blow did not hit the fat man, the strong wind that rolled up was very good, and the ground was blown out of white scratches. You must know that this is a military facility, and the ground is made of reinforced concrete, which is very hard, even if it is smashed with a sledgehammer, it may not be able to crack.

This corpse king is just a strong wind rolled up by a punch has such great power, and the fat man is afraid for a while, if he hits his body. He had to scrape off a few catties of meat. The fat man was completely awakened from his memories at this moment, and he knew that he couldn't be careless at the moment.

Thinking of this, the fat man looked back at Rakjest, who had just saved his life, with complicated eyes. Jester's attention at the moment was simply on the fat man, but stared at the corpse king in front of him, his face was serious. With the complete appearance of the Corpse King, his face also came into everyone's eyes.

However, this face is almost the same as not showing it, because this corpse king actually wears a metal helmet like an iron bucket on his head. The helmet was large, covering the entire face and neck, and there were some small hollows on the iron bucket, although there were quite a few of them, but the size of the hollows was very small.

I couldn't see the monster's face clearly, and if I looked closely at the iron bucket, there were still many small fresh scars. This is probably made by Jester during the battle of the Good Corpse King just now, Jester pointed to the iron bucket and said, "To find out the true identity of the monster, you must find a way to get the iron bucket down." ”

The fat man nodded and said, "Little monkey, Sister Li, let's get this iron bucket down together." As soon as the little monkey heard this, his jaw almost dropped: "Fat brother, don't be joking, just a few of us who are half-crippled, together we are not necessarily the opponents of the Corpse King, it would be good to be able to repel him." ”

Li Xinwen nodded heavily, flashed the military thorn in her hand and said, "You can try, but you must fix it." Let him not move, I will be responsible for removing the iron bucket and let everyone see the true face of this corpse king. "The little monkey feels that he doesn't have enough brain cells, are these people crazy?

Jester said calmly: "Then it's decided, my current equipment is seriously damaged, and I can hold back one of his arms at most." The fat man patted the **** when he heard the words and said, "Then give me the other hand." When the little monkey heard this, he almost vomited blood, according to the distribution between the two of you, am I going to handle the two feet?

Isn't that a joke? With his own skills, it was already difficult to deal with the Corpse King, and the key was that he was still lame now, and he couldn't use the speed of his life. was about to retort, but saw that the three of them were already in battle at this moment, forming a confrontation posture with the corpse king.

The little monkey knew that the three of them had made up their minds, and it was useless to say more, so they could only bite the bullet. But how to restrain the legs of the corpse king? The thighs of this corpse king are almost thicker than the waist of the little monkey, and the strength is impossible to estimate at all, if he is kicked, it is estimated that it is almost the same as being hit by a car.

You can't be beaten, you have to outwit it, you have to use tools. But in addition to the tattered coffin board around here, there is also this military thorn, how can there be any tools available. The little monkey was impatient, and at this moment, the corpse king let out another roar, and it was about to make a move again. (To be continued.) )