Following that, another head popped off. Wu Zong screamed in pain and hurriedly got up, turned around, and ran!
But what was his speed? How fast was Fangzheng? No matter how fast he ran, there was no way he could outrun Fangzheng who was strolling leisurely. As Fangzheng walked, he played while Wu Zong screamed as he ran. His short hair didn't cover much of his scalp. Now, his head was full of bumps. At a glance, he looked like a toad that had gained intelligence.
After running for about a kilometer, Wu Zong couldn't run any further. The more he ran, the slower he became. However, Fangzheng, who was behind him, seemed fine. He walked beside him and raised his hand to smack Wu Zong's head. With a flip of his hand, he smacked Wu Zong's head, causing him to cry out in pain.
Towards the end, he didn't even have the strength to scream. When Fangzheng flicked him, he let out a hoarse groan.
After another kilometer, Wu Zong cried and shouted, "What are you doing? Tell me, if you tell me, I'll do it. Please let me go. "
However, Fangzheng didn't say a word. All he did was follow him, flicking his fingers as they walked. He suddenly fell in love with flicking his head. This felt much better than flicking the squirrel's little head. With one flick, there was even sound feedback. It felt great.
Fangzheng didn't say a word, so Wu Zong could only continue running. At that moment, the duo passed by a village's snack shop. The small shops in the countryside sold a variety of things, including noodles and meat. The butcher's stall was just outside, and there was a large cleaver on the table.
The owner of the shop didn't seem to be outside. There was no one on the road in the village.
Seeing the machete, Wu Zong's eyes lit up. His courage rose as he thought to himself, "If I can't kill you with a car, I won't believe that a machete won't work either! Since he couldn't shake off the monk ghost, he might as well go all out! What if it succeeds? "
With that in mind, Wu Zong suddenly sped toward the pork stall. He picked up the cleaver, turned around, and yelled, "Don't come any closer! Get the hell away from me! If you come any closer, I'll chop … chop you to death! "
Wu Zong didn't have much confidence when it came to hacking him to death. Could this monk ghost really be hacked to death? I've never heard of a ghost that can be killed with a knife!
Sure enough, the monk ghost wasn't afraid at all. He looked at him with a smile, raised his right hand high, and clasped his index finger with his thumb, making an OK gesture that made him collapse.
"Are you f * cking done? Can't you let me go? "Wu Zong shouted.
Unfortunately, the monk ghost remained silent. He raised his hand and walked over.
Seeing that the negotiation had failed, Wu Zong roared and swung the cleaver at the shiny bald man's head!
The monk ghost didn't dodge and continued to walk over with an 'OK' gesture.
Wu Zong seemed to see the scene of the monk's bald head being split open with a knife. His eyes turned red, and with a hint of ferocity, he shouted excitedly, "Die!"
Dang!
Dreams were plentiful, but reality was often harsh. Wu Zong felt his hand go numb from the knife, and he almost lost his grip on it! At the same time, he clearly saw sparks appear when the cleaver landed on the bald head!
Sparks were flying everywhere! That scene made him despair on the spot! He wouldn't die from being hit by a car or cleaved by a knife. F * * k …
Before he could finish his thought, he felt an excruciating pain in his hand. He could no longer hold the cleaver as he subconsciously let go, causing the cleaver to fall to the ground with a clang.
The monk ghost seemed to be interested in the cleaver as it lowered its head to pick it up.
Wu Zong saw an opportunity, so he turned and ran after recovering a bit of his stamina! He saw a motorcycle parked not far away. Its engine was still running, but he didn't know who it belonged to. But at that moment, it didn't matter whose motorcycle it belonged to. All that mattered was that he could drive it.
Hence, Wu Zong ran over and got on the motorcycle. He stepped on the accelerator and sped up!
30 km/h!
50 km/h!
60 km/h!
90 km/h!
"Haha, I'm not a professional driver, but I'm an experienced motorcyclist! At this speed, f * * k you monk ghost, come and chase me! Come on! "Wu Zong looked at the speedometer and became more excited as he roared with laughter.
"Okay." At that moment, a faint voice sounded from behind him. It was extremely familiar, especially since it was accompanied by a familiar gust of wind!
"F * * k …" As Wu Zong cursed, he turned his head and saw that a monk had gotten on his motorcycle at some point in time. The monk was sitting behind him and had raised his hand to gesture an OK.
"F * * k!" Wu Zong only had time to curse. With a thud, the pain made his tears flow out instantly. However, after being flicked for so long, Wu Zong wasn't as flustered as he was in the beginning. He was mentally prepared and continued driving, afraid that he would accidentally fall to his death. However, the situation at hand was that he could still open up a distance by getting off the motorcycle and running.
Even if he were to run on a motorcycle with the ghost in tow, he wouldn't be able to open up a tiny gap. With that thought in mind, Wu Zong slowly stopped the motorcycle, jumped off the motorcycle, and ran away.
However, he was only running to console himself. No matter how fast he ran, how could he outrun the monk ghost?
Therefore, the days of wailing and begging for mercy began once again.
The sun gradually set. On a small village road, a person walked in front, occasionally letting out a hoarse wail. Behind him was a white-robed monk. From time to time, he would flick the person's head. Their shadows were elongated by the setting sun, forming a unique scene.
Deep into the night, Wu Zong had been walking the entire day. He was so tired that his legs went limp. His vision was a little dark as he moved with great difficulty. He said bitterly, "Monk, are you done? Aren't you hungry? "
As Wu Zong spoke, he turned his head and saw that the monk ghost had bought some bread from somewhere. He had opened the packaging and was eating it in delight.
Wu Zong felt even hungrier when he caught a whiff of the bread's fragrance. He rubbed his belly and looked bitterly at Fangzheng.
Fangzheng smiled and raised his right hand. Dong!
Ah!
Wu Zong continued running bitterly.
"Monk, are you still chasing? Aren't you thirsty? " Wu Zong was truly on the brink of a mental breakdown. He turned his head and looked at Fangzheng who took out a bottle of mineral water from a plastic bag and began drinking it happily.
Wu Zong licked his chapped lips and looked hopefully at Fangzheng.
Fangzheng raised his hand. Dong!
"F * * k …" This was the only way Wu Zong could retaliate. Since I can't beat you, I'll scold you!
As he continued forward, the moon rose into the sky before setting again. Wu Zong felt like he couldn't keep his eyelids open, and he staggered as he walked.
Wu Zong really wanted to stop running. Since he couldn't run, he might as well just sit there and rest! Unfortunately, the moment he stopped, the frequency at which the monk flicked his head clearly increased. Furthermore, it became faster and more painful! Soon, he couldn't bear it any longer and continued running. As for sleeping? Clearly, he was overthinking things.
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