"Doctor, someone is here!"
"Liberate well. If there is harm to the other party, then take action if you are confident. I am on the way."
Wu Heng's plot identity cannot always be hidden from Old Lamp and Little Sheep.
We are all smart people, and he has provided a lot of information.
As long as you have that intention and narrow down the scope of speculation based on the intelligence, I believe it will not be difficult for Old Lamp and Little Sheep to find his identity.
This is inevitable.
Unless he completely abandons his role as a teammate and does things alone.
But just like this time, if someone monitors the evil team, if you look for the natives, they may be scared to death when they see Li Yan, and they will not be as calm as Old Lamp.
Wu Heng walked out of the hotel, he still had a guess to verify.
While communicating with Old Lamp, he was also observing the scenes broadcast by Old Lamp.
The murderer who trampled the rat woman to death was a figure wearing a black helmet, Bagua Daoist robe, and holding a mahogany sword.
The goggles on his helmet flashed with light patterns from time to time, just like VR glasses.
When walking, he bowed his waist slightly and looked around crookedly from time to time.
Until he reached the place where Li Yan disappeared, his body straightened up instantly, as if everything was under his control.
Wu Heng is basically certain that this person is Zhang Heku who thinks he is an oriole.
Originally, Wu Heng just let the Zhang Long son act as a gift to Death Puppet, which could be regarded as relieving half of this body's lifelong resentment.
Unexpectedly, by some mistake, he sat on the shore, and before he even made the hook, there was a fish that swam to the shore, jumped into his fish basket, and called the other fish very cooperatively.
Zhang Heku first walked to the ground nearby, picked up a clod of soil on the ground, and put it in his pocket.
That was the camouflage camera thrown out when he rolled over, and everything was under his control.
"Hmph! Lure his chariot, defeat him, and then take advantage of him later."
"I also have to thank Master Yu for allowing me to study the culture of the blue and moon realms, as well as the history of the dynasty."
Zhang Heku wore a helmet with an expression on his face. He was misled by the name of this world this time, thinking it was the ancient world, but he didn't expect it to be the modern world.
Fortunately, he is of the new school, not the old school. He is also very familiar with the modern world and is familiar with mobile phones, computers, etc.
He stopped thinking about this and instead used his peach wood sword to poke the charred earth where Big Bug had turned to ashes.
The tip of the sword instantly turned black and spread upward along the sword body.
A bottle of transparent liquid appeared in his hand, and he dropped a drop of it onto the sword. The black color quickly dissipated, and the sword tip returned to its original light yellow wood color.
Zhang Heku seemed to shake his head in disappointment, and walked another three meters forward, using the tip of his sword to poke the bones scattered on the ground, turning them into pieces of bone fingers.
The tip of the sword turned blue.
He seemed to be overjoyed, and after dripping a drop of liquid on the blade of the sword, he hurriedly bent down to pick up the scattered bones and knuckles one by one, and stuffed them into his arms.
Then he came to the body of Swallow that had been hollowed out, like a white chicken.
He stabbed Swallow's knee with the mahogany sword.
There was no change in the blade of the sword. Zhang Heku breathed a sigh of relief, bent down and stretched out his hand, ready to touch the corpse.
But he didn't notice that Swallow's right index finger seemed to be disturbed by his movements, and it moved silently.
As if being activated, Swallow's index finger quickly carved on his body, bringing out countless afterimages.
His head and body were completely dead and motionless. Only his right index finger, like a machine, was rapidly completing the incantation before his death.
Zhang Heku was so frightened that he stabbed Swallow's right hand with his mahogany sword.
But it's too late!
The painting and engraving has been completed.
Swallow's right hand stopped instantly, and was easily pierced by the mahogany sword, without any color change on the sword's body.
Zhang Heku drew out the mahogany sword and was about to retreat.
However, the skin on Swallow's body sprouted out along the top of his head like a shed skin.
It was like a ribbon, wrapped around Zhang Heku, and the skin seemed to stretch longer and longer, wrapping him in circles and binding him into a leather figurine.
The inside of the leather figurines kept beating, and a series of muffled curses and cries of pain came out.
This sound is definitely the sound of Zhang Heku.
He confirmed that the chatty duo were dead through the mud blocks left intentionally, and even suspected that Ghost Master had been killed before he came to clean up the scene.
"Damn guy, it's not a good death. The body is so cold and it makes other people sick."
"What the hell this time. What the hell. With such a good start, I won't die here!"
"What a bastard! I was kind enough to collect the body for you, so I'll repay you with kindness, right?"
"My baby, it really hurts!"
Zhang Heku When I started learning Baiwen, I was teased by my classmates, so I started learning bad words first.
So along with the continuous swearing, half of the mahogany sword blade poked out from the leather figurine from time to time.
As time went by, the leather figurines became tighter and tighter, but they were also more and more broken by being poked.
Finally, accompanied by the sound of leather tearing, Zhang Heku, wearing a helmet, rushed out.
There were only a few rags left on the hem of his robe.
Three inches below the knee of the left leg, there was a lip-shaped wound that was deep enough to show the bone.
The area around the wound was burnt black, revealing a leg bone as big as a quail egg.
This leg bone looked as if it had been scraped with a steel brush. It was as white as ivory, but it was a bit scary when it appeared on a living person.
The peach wood sword body has also turned completely black, has been corroded with pits, and is half thin.
Zhang Heku opened the protective cover of his helmet and spat at the wreckage of Swallow, with a very angry expression.
He sat on the ground with a limp leg, and the bottle of mysterious liquid appeared in his hand, ready to drip onto the white bone of his left leg.
This wound is spreading continuously, and the area of white bones is getting larger and larger. If it is not treated, there will probably be only a skeleton of bones left in the whole body, which can be used as a model without washing.
At this moment, a mandrill-like Black Shadow passed by Zhang Heku in an instant, and continued to rush forward for more than 10 meters, climbing up a large tree as thick as a bucket.
Black Shadow, which was parked on the treetop, squatted down quietly and finally revealed its face.
He was wearing a mask and could not see his face clearly.
The hair stood up like steel needles, and the eye sockets and eyelids were pitch black, like there were two black holes in the eyes, and the two corners of the holes were slightly outlined, like the corners of the eyes with a weird smile.
His arms were as long as a monkey's arms, but they looked weak and boneless, and his muscles were streamlined, like two thick leather whips.
Two things were held in the two palm-like hands.
The center of the left hand is a pile of bone fingers mixed with rags;
In the center of his right hand is a broken palm holding a bottle of transparent liquid.
"Monkey, spare your life!"
Zhang Heku, who was sitting on the ground, stood up instantly without caring about his broken left wrist, which was bleeding. He tore off half of his trouser leg that was in the way, and ran away.
The two things that he snatched disappeared from Old Lamp's hands. He had already invited his own demon body to become like this.
"Okay, hee hee."
Old Lamp was still standing on the same tree when he said the first half of the sentence, and the laughter immediately followed from another tree in front.
Relying on the strength of his swinging arms, he jumped seven or eight meters in an instant.
Old Lamp jumped down from the tree again, waving his long, weak and boneless right arm high, like a hunting mountain ghost under the moonlight, and lashed out at Zhang Heku's back.