"Doctor, someone's coming!"

"It's good to lurk, if the other party is damaged, if you have confidence, do it, I'm on the way."

Wu Heng's plot identity cannot be hidden from Lao Deng and Xiao Lamb all the time.

Everyone is a smart man, and he has already provided a lot of information.

As long as you have that mind, according to the intelligence to narrow down the scope of speculation, I believe that it is not difficult for Lao Deng and Xiao Yang to find his identity.

It's inevitable.

Unless he completely abandons the role of a teammate and does things alone.

But just like this time, if you look for natives, you may be scared when you see Li Yan, and you can't be as calm as an old lamp.

Wu Heng walked out of the hotel, he still had a guess to verify.

While communicating with the old light, he was also observing the picture of the old light's broadcast.

The murderer who trampled on the rat woman insect was a figure wearing a black helmet, wearing a gossip robe, and holding a peachwood sword.

From time to time, the goggles on his helmet flashed with light streaks, like VR glasses.

When he walked, he bowed slightly, and from time to time he looked around and left and right.

It wasn't until he walked to the place where Li Yan dissipated that his body straightened up instantly, as if everything was under his control.

Wu Heng was basically sure that this person was Zhang Heku, who thought he was a yellow bird.

Originally, Wu Heng just let that Zhang Long's son be a puppet to be sent to death, which can be regarded as relieving the resentment of this body for half a lifetime.

Unexpectedly, it was a mistake, he sat on the shore, and before he could hook the nest, a cocked mouth swam to the shore by himself, jumped into his fish basket, and called for other fish very cooperatively.

Zhang Heku first walked to the ground next to him, picked up a clod of soil on the ground, and put it in his pocket.

It was the camouflage camera he threw out when he rolled, and everything was under his control.

"Humph! Lure the car, win, and take advantage of it from the back. ”

"I have to thank Master Yu for letting me learn the culture of the blue and moon worlds, and at the same time, I also have to study the history of the dynasty."

Zhang Heku's face wearing a helmet could not be seen, he was misled by the name of this world this time, thinking that it was the ancient world, but he didn't expect it to be modern.

But fortunately, he is a new school, not an old school, and he is also very familiar with the modern world, mobile phones, computers, etc.

He stopped thinking about it, and instead poked the charred black earth of the great insect into ashes with his peachwood sword.

The tip of the sword instantly turned black and spread upwards along the blade.

A bottle of transparent liquid appeared in his hand, and a drop was dropped on the sword, the black color quickly dissipated, and the tip of the sword returned to its original pale yellow wood color.

Zhang Heku shook his head in disappointment, walked forward another three meters, and used the tip of his sword to pluck and scatter on the ground, turning into a truncated bone finger.

The tip of the sword turned cyan.

He seemed to be overjoyed, and after dripping a drop of liquid on the sword, he hurriedly bent down to pick up the scattered bone fingers one by one and stuffed them into his arms.

Then he came to the swallow's hollowed-out shell like a white chopping chicken.

He stabbed the peachwood sword into Swallow's knee.

There was no change in the body of the sword, Zhang He breathed a sigh of relief, bent down and stretched out his hand, ready to touch the corpse.

But he didn't notice that the index finger of Yanzi's right hand seemed to be alarmed by his movements, and quietly hooked it.

As if activated, the swallow's index finger quickly carved out on his own body, bringing out countless afterimages.

His head and body were completely dead and motionless. Only the index finger of his right hand, like a machine, quickly completed the spell before death.

Zhang Heku was shocked, and stabbed Yanzi's right hand with a peachwood sword.

But it's too late!

The engraving has been completed.

Swallow's right hand instantly froze, and was easily pierced by the peachwood sword, and the sword body did not change any color.

Zhang He Ku pulled out his peachwood sword and was just about to retreat.

The skin on the swallow's body was like molting, along the top of the head, and the whole thing came out.

It was like a ribbon, wrapped around Zhang He Ku, and the skin seemed to be longer and longer, wrapping him in circles and tying him into a skin figurine.

There was a constant agitation inside the figurines, and a series of muffled curses and cries of pain were heard.

This timbre is definitely Zhang Heku's voice.

Through the clods of dirt that he deliberately left, he confirmed that the Duohua duo was dead, and even suspected that the ghost master had been killed, so he came to clean up the scene.

"Damn it, it's not good to die, the corpses are cold and disgusting."

"I'm this time. Special. Such a good start, don't die here! ”

"Dog's day! I'm kind enough to collect your corpses, and I'll take revenge. ”

"My beans hurt so much!"

Zhang He studied Baiwen hard because he was spoofed by his classmates, which led him to learn swear words first.

So with continuous swearing, from time to time, half of the mahogany sword body poked out of the leather figurines.

As time passed, the figurines tightened more and more, but they were also pierced more and more broken.

Finally, with the sound of leather tearing, Zhang Heku, who was wearing a helmet, rushed out.

At the hem of his robe, only a few rags remained.

Three inches down from the knee of the left leg, there was a lip mark wound with deep visible bones.

The wound was charred black, revealing a leg bone the size of a quail egg.

This leg bone seemed to have been scraped by a steel brush, white as ivory, but it was a little scary to appear on a living person.

The body of the peachwood sword had also become completely black, and it had been corroded and pitted, and it was half thinner.

Zhang Heku opened the helmet shield and spat at the remains of the swallow, his expression was very angry.

He sat limp on the floor, the vial of the mysterious liquid appearing in his hand, ready to drip from the white bone of his left leg.

This wound is spreading constantly, and the range of white bones is getting bigger and bigger, and if it is not treated, it is estimated that there will only be a skeleton of bones left in the whole body, and the kind that can be directly used as a model without washing.

At this time, a black shadow like a mandrill instantly swept past Zhang Heku's side, and continued to rush forward for more than 10 meters, climbing a big tree the size of a bucket as if walking on the ground.

The dark shadow that stopped in the treetops crouched quietly before revealing its face.

He was wearing a mask and couldn't see his face clearly.

The hair stood up like a steel needle, and the eye sockets and eyelids were pitch black, like two black holes in the eyes, and the two corners of the holes were slightly outlined, like the corners of the eyes with a strange smile.

His arms were as long as a monkey's arms, but they were weak and boneless, and his muscles were streamlined, like two thick leather whips.

In two hands like a fan, he held two things.

In the palm of his left hand is a pile of bone fingers mixed with rags;

In the palm of his right hand is a severed palm, on which is a bottle of transparent liquid.

"Monkey Lord spare his life!"

Zhang Heku, who was sitting on the ground, didn't care about his broken left wrist, stood up in an instant, tore off half of the trouser leg that was in the way, and was about to run.

The two things he had snatched disappeared from Lao Deng's hands, and he would have invited his demon body to become like this.

"Okay, hee-hee."

The old lamp stopped on the same tree as he said the first half of the sentence, and the laughter that followed was already heard from another tree in front of him.

Relying on the swinging arm strength, he jumped seven or eight meters in an instant.

The old lamp jumped down from the tree again, and his long, weak and boneless right arm waved high, like a predatory mountain ghost in the moonlight, and pumped towards Zhang Heku's back.

(End of chapter)