"Remember, conquer your fears first!"

"Also a reminder to you, Henry, who carved the words on your belly. Bowers, not dead, he's likely to come back to you, pay attention. ”

Wu Heng opened the car door, Ben also followed and got out of the car, he heard the words and said viciously:

"I'm no longer the 'haystack' of my childhood, and if he dares to come, I'll definitely engrave a book on his belly. Hanscombe's great name! ”

The lemon in Ben's hand slammed to the ground, making a chirp, like the sound of a corpse smashing.

"Very good momentum."

Wu Heng saw that his cultivation was still fruitful, so he recognized it.

"So be it!"

"I'm going to find some help, you can do what you have to do, feel free to contact me."

Wu Heng in the present. Hanscombe's reluctant eyes closed the car door, and being stared at by a man with this kind of gaze made him feel a little chilly.

Although he knew, Ben didn't mean that.

After Wu Heng planned the route in the car, the exhaust pipe spewed out a pale black exhaust gas, far away from Ben's sight.

Heading east.

He was heading to Lincoln, the capital and second-largest city in eastern Las California.

After driving along the lane for two hours, Wu Heng had already arrived at Highway 275.

It's two hours from Lincoln Highway.

He gently turned on the car stereo, played a Queen's rhapsody, accompanied by music, stepped on the accelerator again, and drove quickly, the windows made a shaking sound.

At this point in time, there are not many vehicles on the highway.

In front of him, a small silver car was moving.

The roof of the car was cut in half, and a large bull stood in the passenger seat, its horns as thick as an adult's calf and nearly two meters wide.

Wu Heng frowned and quickly twisted the steering wheel.

Because of the bull in front of him, between the tail swing, a stream of black-gray filth sprayed out, and the rear window of the silver car seemed to be covered with black cement.

There was also a large amount of filth thrown out of the air with the speed of the car.

If it weren't for Wu Heng to move the steering wheel, his car would probably have been dozen.

But his attention was not there.

When the cow dung was spilled, Wu Heng observed that on the side of the road, after being poured on, a filthy humanoid dung body appeared.

He focused his vision and observed the evil aura in it, an evil that was good at concealment.

The singing voice playing in the car showed a zila electric sound, and the high-pitched singing voice was completely transposed and stuttered, like the roar of a demon, which was the effect of the change in the electromagnetic field.

Wu Heng stretched out his hand to turn off the stereo and continued to observe the situation.

The filth on the side of the road, which seemed to be poured on the transparent glass, was slowly sliding down, and then suddenly it seemed to lose its support, and it was all poured on the ground with a thud.

The evil spirit is gone!

Wu Heng raised his gaze and looked at the silver car in front of him.

The car carrying the bull suddenly lost its steering wheel, and it spun around quickly, drifting and spinning in circles like a mad bull.

Wu Heng slowly slowed down the car.

The bull in the car was frightened, mooed, and jumped out of the car.

The silver sedan stopped spinning, its lights lit up, and its body swayed from side to side, as if it was warming up.

The bull also lowered his head and 'mooed', squinting his eyes, his thick horns sticking forward, and his right front hoof swayed on the ground, clearing the rubble.

With the roar of the engine, as if the signal was turned on, the two collided fiercely, making a roar.

The horn was inserted into the front bonnet, the right corner was broken in half, the front of the car collapsed, and the door was thrown open.

The bull's forehead was also torn apart, revealing a piece of bone, and in this way, it stopped the rampaging car.

Inside the car, a middle-aged man in a shoulder-length black shirt, muscular arms and a bloody face crawled out of the open door, holding a hammer in his hand.

He staggered to his feet, hammer slamming into the car, knowing that something was not quite right with his car, hurting him and the bull.

The smashed vehicle took two steps back, and the car, which should have been broken, continued to spew exhaust fumes, and the wheels turned slightly, as if accumulating power.

The bull also took two steps back slightly against his exposed scalp and broken horns.

"Qibo, get out of here."

The middle-aged man yelled at the bull, and the hammer in his hand, with its own weight, smashed into the car cover, trying to hammer it.

The bull looked at his master, mooed slightly, as if to make him pull away, and then continued to scrape his right front hoof.

"By the power of the Lord, bring Satan and processions to the world."

"Evil spirits will be driven to hell."

"Amen!"

When middle age was about to be swept under the wheels, a voice sounded.

A thick Bible was held in its right hand and slapped the car.

A sound three times louder than the impact of the bull came out, and the middle-aged ear was buzzed, and it took him ten seconds before he recovered.

Turning over, lying flat on the ground, he grinned brightly as he looked at the young priest with one arm sunk deep into the car, dressed in a black robe and wearing a golden cross on his chest.

"Amen!"

The bull also slowly walked to his master's side, drove his front hooves to the ground, and slowly knelt down to Wu Heng, then turned his head and licked the middle-aged man gently.

The blood on its forehead dripped onto the middle-aged face, and it was licked clean again.

Wu Heng's right hand, which was deeply trapped in the body, moved slightly, the nail of his thumb slashed towards his index finger, and a drop of blood flowed out, penetrated into the body, and disappeared.

He withdrew his hand, and the Bible had been torn open and cut into shreds.

"Father, thank you for your help!"

The middle-aged man shouted out the title with a strong western accent, which seemed a little vague.

"Your bull is good, do you need to get out of here?" Wu Heng asked.

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at the injured bull, he knew that Wu Heng's car could only be used for him to leave alone, but he was reluctant to 'fight'.

"I'll call the veterinarian first, Qibo's injury is much more serious than mine, I should save it first."

The middle-aged man looked at the top of the bull's head, the scalp that was pried open like a pocket and the bones exposed, and smiled bitterly in distress.

He is a farmer in the west, although he is not rich, but he is not short of money, this time he plans to go to Lincoln City to participate in bullfighting, has a professional veterinarian, and the personnel are on the way here.

"Alright then, I'll go first."

"Father, where should I go to find you?" The middle-aged man quickly asked.

"Looking for me?"

This man's courage in the face of evil is good, Wu Heng showed a gentle smile, raised the broken Bible in his hand, and showed it.

"You really have to come to me, you have broken my Bible, and you need to pay compensation!"

"Aren't you going to Lincoln City, then watch more TV, and even if you can't compete in bullfighting, maybe you can compete in something else."

Wu Heng said something meaningfully, and then turned around and returned to his car.

He turned his head to look at the evil that followed.

Its appearance is a brown denim jacket with a trench coat, cowboy hat, and jeans, and inside is a white skeleton.

This evil cult is very good at concealing, Wu Heng didn't concentrate his eyesight, and he didn't find it.

It's just that I didn't expect to be poured out by a bubble of cow dung.

was still enslaved by Wu Heng.

(End of chapter)