When this fox mask appeared, I could tell at a glance that it was an evil thing.

Because this fox mask exudes a strong fox smell.

Moreover, there is a lingering wisp of demonic energy.

The hair on the mask seemed to be still wriggling, like a living skin.

Wang Damang took the mask and said with a cruel smile:

"Old man, stinky boy, it's too late for you to regret it now."

After speaking, Wang Damang was in front of me.

Sticking out his fat, scratched tongue, he licked it at the top of the fox mask's head.

That picture is a little disgusting.

But then, a strange scene appeared.

The hair on the fox fur mask is like a blade.

Wang Damang licked it down and directly cut a small cut on his tongue.

The blood on the tongue was stained on the fur of the fox mask's head.

Not only that, but I also saw that this fox mask can also suck blood.

Seeing such a picture, my heart tightened, and I felt a strange mask.

Although it is not clear, where this mask Wang Damang came from and what will happen when he wears it.

But it's definitely not going to be a good thing, so I'm not going to give him room to do it.

directly take down Wang Damang, and then interrogate him......

Uncle Wang was also dumbfounded, and pointed at Wang Damang and said:

"Rebel, what are you doing with a fox mask?"

Wang Damang looked disdainful:

"Old fellow, you know.

This is the mask of the fox fairy, waiting for me to put it on.

Whatever you are told to do, you have to do it!

And you, stinky boy.

Lao Tzu will let you go upstairs and jump off the building by yourself in a while, dare to provoke me, and look for death. ”

He looked proud, took the mask in his hand, and was about to put it on his face.

But I didn't notice it, and my face turned cold.

Moreover, this fat man is really arrogant.

Don't say I didn't plan on for him to wear it at all.

Now that he's talking about the power of this mask, I won't give him a chance to put it on.

I stared at him and said coldly:

"Don't worry, you don't have this chance!"

As I spoke, I took a direct shot and grabbed the fox skin mask in his hand.

The speed is not something that this Wang Damang can react to at all.

He only saw my figure flashing, and the fox mask in his hand was snatched directly by me.

By the time he reacted, it was too late.

"Mask, give me back the fox fairy mask."

As he spoke, he wanted to come up and snatch it.

I stood still and didn't move, and when I raised my hand, I had a big mouthful.

With a "snap", a bloody handprint appeared on his face, and his fat body was directly slapped to the ground by me.

The young lawyer was so frightened that he continued to retreat.

Wang Damang covered his face and looked at me angrily:

"Grass mud horse, I'm Brother Reckless on the Ninth Street, how dare you beat me......"

Before he could finish his sentence, I kicked him in the stomach.

It hurt so much that he cried out with an "ah", and he didn't have time to say the rest of the words.

I took the fox mask in my hand and looked left and right.

It was found that the back of this mask, there was fresh flesh and blood wriggling and red tentacles, which looked very weird.

This mask is so evil, it must not have been made by this Wang Damang.

He probably got it from someone else.

Then this person who makes fox masks will definitely not be a good thing.

Behind this, maybe there will be some evil ways involved, or evil in the mountains.

Could it be that the master calculated the last calamity of Uncle Wang, referring to this?

Uncle Wang saw his son being beaten by me at this time, and clapped his hands and said:

"Good fight, little ginger, kick him two more ......"

I don't talk nonsense, it's a kick to this unfilial son.

"Ahh Yes!

Come in and save, save me.

Help me! Ah......h

The young lawyer was so frightened that he stood aside and did not move.

Outside the house, Wang Damang's subordinates heard these voices, but they didn't dare to come in for a while.

After all, Wang Damang just said that if they hear anything, don't enter the house.

Now, I can only ask a probing question in an interview:

"Brother Mang, are you calling?"

"Brother Mang, do you really let us in?"

“……”

"Hurry! I'm fast, I've been killed, ah......"

Wang Damang has been kicked by me more than a dozen times, and his nose is blue and his face is swollen.

Even Uncle Wang came up and kicked a few times.

The young lawyer, who was so frightened that he stepped aside, hurriedly opened the door of the ward.

Then, three social youths rushed in.

Seeing Wang Damang lying on the ground, he was kicked by me one by one, and they all showed surprise.

"Brother Mang!"

"Grass!"

“……”

The three of them shouted, and they all rushed towards me.

I was not polite, and I clenched my fists with three punches, and everyone was knocked to the ground by my punch.

The difference in strength is too big, and they have no power to resist in front of me.

"Ouch ouch" screamed, and I couldn't stand up for a while......

At the same time, I looked at the young lawyer standing in the doorway, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, trembling all over.

He looked at me with a look of trepidation:

"Brother, brother, I, I'll come over, come over to accompany the parties, sign and sign the contract, ......"

This young lawyer who aids in the abuse is not a good thing, and said coldly:

"Get out!"

The young lawyer nodded again and again, and hurried out of the ward, afraid that I would give him a punch.

After he left the room, I looked back at the three young people in society, and the three of them trembled.

"Get out of here!"

The three of them saw how good I was, covered their cheeks, and ran out of the ward.

But on the way to escape, he said without looking back:

"Brother Mang, let's go out and call someone first."

"Brother Mang, I'll go to the hospital cafeteria to get a knife."

"Brother Mang, you insist on it first, and I'll save you in a while!"

Before the words fell, the three of them had already run out of the ward.

Although the hospital ward, the rooms of the small hotels in different districts of Jin, are very soundproof.

But the movement on our side is still relatively large, and we can still be heard from the outside.

However, there seems to be an emergency patient outside, and the medical staff on duty have gone to save people, and no one cares about us.

There were some patients who looked into the room curiously.

I walked slowly to the door of the ward and closed the door.

looked back at Wang Damang, who was lying on the ground, with a blue nose and swollen face, and a frightened and helpless face.

Sneered:

"Brother Mang of the Ninth Street.

Let's talk about it now.

How should you write this reckless word......"