Chapter 114

Seeing that Wang Quan was still smiling casually, the village head stopped pretending.

He said coldly, "Seems like you know a lot, what a pity."

Wang Quan still had his hands in his pocket, smiling casually, "Oh? Then come. "

The village head felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell. He frowned, "You think I'm trash?"

Wang Quan sternly said, "I won't allow you to praise yourself like that."

"…"

I can't bear it anymore!

The village head took out a hatchet from under the table, then flipped the table with a grim smile.

Then …

Bang —!

A gunshot was heard.

Wang Quan blew at the silver muzzle that was still smoking, "What era is it now, still playing with a knife? You can't keep up with the times. "

"So your trump card is the pistol."

The village head touched the bloody hole on his head, licked the blood on his hand, and smiled sinisterly.

A lot of flesh grew out from the bloody hole on his head, wriggling, and the wound was healing.

"If it's only a pistol, there's no …"

Crack!

Before the village head finished his sentence, Wang Quan had already rushed in front of him, then grabbed his face with one hand and slammed it against the wall!

Several cracks appeared on the wall! Blood spurted out from the back of the village head, dying a large part of the wall red!

But the village head was not dead yet, he even had the strength to raise the hatchet to chop Wang Quan's arm.

But before he slashed down, Wang Quan had already rolled up his sleeves to his elbows at the speed of light, and then …

He let him chop.

The gleaming hatchet looked very sharp, but when it chopped down on Wang Quan's arm, it could not even dent his skin.

Wang Quan even loosened his hand, letting the village head slide to the ground.

He turned around and picked up a piece of tablecloth from the overturned table, exposing his entire back to the village head.

But the village head was only breathing heavily.

Turning around, Wang Quan slowly wiped the blood on his hand with the tablecloth as he slowly walked to the village head who was leaning against the wall.

He squatted down and sighed, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it. Don't you have any accomplices? If you do, can you make them come out? It's really troublesome for me to find them one by one. "

The village head gasped for breath, the blood that flowed down from the top of his head had already entered his eyes, but he did not blink, still looking at Wang Quan with a ferocious expression. "God will punish you!"

Wang Quan smiled faintly, took the hatchet from his hand, and chopped down on his shoulder.

Then looking at the wriggling flesh on his shoulder, Wang Quan pressed the hatchet down a bit more.

The village head grunted, not saying a word.

Wang Quan waited for half a minute, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

After taking two puffs, he slapped the village head's face. "Where's your God? Huh? I've been waiting for a long time, why isn't he here yet? "

The left side of the village head's face was swollen, but he did not say a word, still staring at Wang Quan with hatred in his eyes.

Wang Quan gave him a straight punch in the face, directly breaking all the teeth in his mouth. Then he grabbed his hair and slapped the back of his head with his other hand, spitting out all the teeth and blood in his mouth.

"Well, now you can talk properly."

Wang Quan patted his shoulder, took out a cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it for him.

"Now I'll ask and you'll answer."

"The first question." Wang Quan blew a puff of smoke on the village head's face. "How do I get that whatever God of yours out?"

The village head was shocked. "What do you mean …"

"Did I allow you to ask questions?" Wang Quan pursed his lips. "I'm asking you how do I get that whatever God of yours out."

The village head stuttered. "Aren't you going to stop us from summoning the God?"

"Why should I stop you?" Wang Quan held the cigarette in his mouth and smiled innocently. "What does your village have to do with me? I don't even know you. If it wasn't for you stopping me from leaving the village, I would have left long ago.

"Now I can only leave if you summon your God out, right?"

The village head struggled to get up, but Wang Quan touched the handle of the machete. The pain made the village head's face contort.

However, he couldn't care less. "Why don't you tell me … Since there's no conflict between us, I'll let you go."

"You didn't ask." Wang Quan flicked the cigarette ash. "Besides, you locked the door and wanted to use me as a sacrifice. Do you think you're done just because you said you're done?"

Didn't you lock the door? I only locked the yard … The village head wanted to laugh to ease the atmosphere, but his swollen face and broken teeth didn't allow him to do so. "Then what do you want? I have a lot of gold bars here. Consider it your compensation.

"Then I'll take you out of the village, okay?"

"Take out the gold bars first." Wang Quan was noncommittal.

"It's under the floor tiles at the table."

The village head's right shoulder was nailed to death by the hatchet. He barely raised his left hand and pointed at the floor tiles in front of the table. "It's under there."

Wang Quan nodded and put out the cigarette on the village head's face. As the village head's face contorted in pain, Wang Quan turned around and smashed three floor tiles with a punch.

Looking at Wang Quan's defenseless back, the village head's eyes flashed with fierceness, but he quickly hid it.

"There's a box there. Don't open it to yourself. There's a trap in it."

He was talking about a reddish-brown iron box as big as a Centennial Mountain.

Wang Quan ignored him, scooped up the box, and opened it casually.

As he opened it, he seemed to have hooked some kind of mechanism. Two "xiu xiu" sounds came from the box, and two steel needles hit Wang Quan's eyeballs and fell to the ground.

"Next time, remember to put in that gas poison."

The village head's eyes widened. "You're afraid of poison?"

"No." Wang Quan laughed as he opened the box. "I'm just teasing you. It'll be hard for you to meet someone as awesome as me again."

The village head: "…"

He felt that his brain was moving very slowly. Was he really getting old? Or was the supply of God's divine power running out?

But why was his injury recovering so slowly?

It shouldn't be …

He didn't see that on the blade of the hatchet, there was a scarlet mist, almost invisible to the naked eye, that was drilling into his body through the wound.

Maybe he saw it, but his mind was polluted by the scarlet mist, so he subconsciously ignored it.

Wang Quan didn't care about what was happening behind him. He opened the box and subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

Ah! What a dazzling golden light!

There were 20 to 30 gold bricks neatly stacked in the box!

The look in Wang Quan's eyes changed.

It was the look in his eyes when he saw money.

The corner of his mouth subconsciously turned up to reveal a smile.

It was the same smile that the salesperson at the 4S store had when he went to buy a BMW. It was as if he had seen the commission money from selling cars.

Passion! Overflowing!

"Not bad, not bad at all." Wang Quan turned around and patted the village head on the shoulder. He smiled warmly. "Uncle Village Head, do you really not need my help to release that god of yours?"

He patted his chest and said confidently, "Don't look at me like this. I'm actually quite strong."

"No, no, it's not good to waste your time on a small matter in our village." The village head also cooperated and revealed a kind smile.

It was his face that was half swollen, covered in blood, and missing teeth that made Wang Quan really feel unfriendly.

"Then I have another condition." Wang Quan smiled and began to push his luck. "You see, I have a house, a car, and no loans. Now that I have money, I just need a girl to warm my bed at night.

"Originally, I came to our village to look for a partner, and now there's a suitable one.

"Coincidentally, that girl has no father or mother. She looks quite pitiful. Village head, what do you think?"

"No …"

Crack –!

"Since you're not saying anything, I'll take it as a silent agreement ~ ~"

Wang Quan carried the box with a smile, turned around, and walked out of the village head's house.

Using a special method to leave?

That would be so troublesome. This village was full of scum. If he killed them all, he would naturally be able to leave.

He, Old Wang, hated troublesome things the most.

After he left while humming a tune, ten minutes later, the headless corpse on the ground suddenly sat up. Then, countless flesh granules wriggled in the severed neck.

Slowly, a head grew out.