Blood, flowing.

On the weedy path at the foot of the mountain, hundreds of people fell to the ground, suffering heavy casualties, moaning, struggling, and going crazy.

The hot weapons in the hands of the villagers have become their own butcher knives.

Even those who have a lucky aura and are lucky not to be injured in the chaotic battle are also deeply trapped in the wall of Yu Er's treachery in this fearful environment, and they are affected to go crazy, and regard others as enemies.

It wasn't until half an hour had passed, when the complaining boy hugged the thigh of the last person who was still alive, that everything finally stopped.

Wu Heng hooked the back of his foot to support the motorcycle, raised his legs with a round high, and got off the station on the ground in a chic manner.

Step by step, he walked forward, like a farmer patrolling a slaughterhouse.

With each step, the blood on the ground around him turned dry, leaving only a layer of residue, and the surface of the fertile earth turned from red to black.

With each passing corpse, the corpse disappears in place, leaving no bones left.

At this point,

This image of an old man on crutches and wearing sunglasses is like a Grim Reaper in a comic, cleaning up death.

It's just that this death has nothing to do with him.

Is it sinful?

Wu Heng asked himself in his heart, and then denied it, he didn't admit the word.

This is a battle, it is a war.

"It's so weak!"

Wu Heng, who cleaned up the scene, looked around and sighed.

He looked at these people and thought of himself lying on the operating table at that time, all of whom were so fragile.

The strong smell of blood in the air gradually disappeared, and the blades of grass on the ground were stained with black blood scabs, and they had received enough nutrients this winter.

Maybe only the humble ones like these weeds will go unnoticed!

But even so, they have herbivores.

Wu Heng no longer thinks about this, after all, he is no longer an ordinary person before, for ordinary people, he is the god of the world.

It's a pity that his enemies are not ordinary people, but those who are weird.

A monster called a ghost by ordinary people.

"The follow-up troubles of the temple have been solved, it's time to go find Kotoko."

Wu Heng put away Yu Er, asked the resentful boy to go back to the carriage, re-rode the motorcycle, chose the navigation, and drove towards the east.

Navigation shows that the distance is a little far, and the whole journey is 685 kilometers at high speed.

Wu Heng turned the motorcycle throttle grip in his hand to the highest, and the throttle was directly driven to the maximum, even if there was a car accident, as long as there was a piece of meat left, he was not afraid.

And with his current reaction ability, the probability of a car accident is extremely low, which is an absolute difference from the most ordinary people.

Along the way, Wu Heng became the most beautiful boy on the highway.

An old man played with a motorcycle like this, and was photographed by many passers-by and posted to the blog, with a lot of likes.

Netizens commented: Men are really motorcycle men regardless of age; There are also people who criticize it out of security considerations, but these have nothing to do with Wu Heng, he no longer cares about the opinions of humans here.

Four hours later, Wu Heng arrived at his destination.

According to the address, Qinzi had already rushed to the intersection in advance to greet Wu Heng.

But the police from the local road management department who arrived first and came closer to greet Wu Heng than Qinzi were the police of the local road management department, who sounded their sirens and stopped Wu Heng on the road.

"This is my ID."

Wu Heng saw that there was still one kilometer left to reach the agreed place, but a row of police cars had been stopped at the highway intersection in front of him, blocking the road, so he simply pulled his wrist hard, cocked the front of the car, and ran over the top of the car along the front cover of the police car.

In the past moment, he was in mid-air, throwing out his documents.

I believe that after they read it, they will respectfully send the documents to Wu Heng's hands, this is the privilege of a powerful spirit medium.

"Mr. Ozaki, you're here!"

Kotoko, who was wearing a black leather jacket and holding a cigarette, said with a flat smile.

A red heavy locomotive was parked next to her.

Seeing Wu Heng's gaze, she reached out and patted the body:

"Well, this car is not bad, before I left, I swiped your video."

"Look at it, this article is called "The Speed of Life and Death of the Old Man of the Locomotive, the Most Romantic Journey of Death"" Kotoko read out the title of the video on her phone, but her flat tone was a little weird, and her tone seemed to be a little unstable.

"Very nice car!"

Wu Heng nodded, selectively ignoring Qinzi's ridicule, he didn't expect the cold Qinzi to have such a bad taste.

But it's no wonder she likes to wear a black leather jacket, the last time she dealt with the Spirits Demon arrived, it was a leather jacket, and it turned out to be a biker too.

At this time, the car with the siren extinguished had quietly approached,

The police officer respectfully handed the psychic certificate to Wu Heng and made a sincere apology.

Wu Heng asked him not to bend down to apologize, the young man's face was pale, as if to stop him from apologizing, he just refused to forgive him, something bad would happen.

Obviously he is just doing his duty, but he is still like this, this is a privilege!

Some people make a lot of rules, but they always have to obey them, and many ordinary people, if they don't follow them, they can't survive at all.

Wu Heng drove away the young man like a fly.

Although he also enjoys this privilege,

But he's tired of it!

This kind of oppression from the same quality, in his opinion, is like the difference between worker ants and soldier ants in the ant nest, but even if the queen ant, he can easily pinch to death, so why care about the status and privilege between the two ants.

Wu Heng was wasted by the young man for dozens of seconds before he continued to communicate with Qinzi.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while,

Qinzi took Wu Heng back to her house, and there were many people outside, which was not suitable for them to discuss things related to summoning charms.

Qinzi's home is not small, it is also a single-family villa, as a top psychic medium, there is definitely no shortage of money, but this decoration style is like a temple, not like a home.

There is a Pixiu at the door, a Taoist plaque is hung, a prayer flag is pendantd, there are various statues of Buddhism and Taoist demons, and on the far left is the ancestral altar unique to their Higa family, and the honor and exorcism history of the Biga family are written next to it.

Wu Heng followed Qinzi all the way up to the second floor, and the style here was a little more serious, with an orange-red home style, simple and modern elements.

Two people sit on the sofa.

"This is the new summoning talisman, which I call the Soul Charm!"

Qinzi took out a brown-brown piece of wood and placed it in front of Wu Heng.

"Because after the improvement, I found that the bearing capacity of the paper was limited, and I couldn't try many kinds of them, so I had to use peach wood instead."

Wu Heng stretched out his right hand, picked up the soul attraction talisman in front of him, and observed it carefully.

The peachwood soul charm is round up and down, resembling a tombstone.

In the middle of the top is the six-pointed star symbol, the two sides resemble the wings of a bat, and the lower two sides have two vertical crooked curved strips, like twisted long legs, and in the middle is written the symbol representing the summoning, and there are two pictographs "lead and hang" below.

(End of chapter)