Chapter 1162

"Master Zhang, what's wrong with the woman?" Zhong xiaopang looked at me incredulously and asked.

"These are ghost made illusions. Don't you notice that her feet are floating from beginning to end?" I said solemnly, "now I can tell you that you have been possessed by Yin Sha. If you don't hurry home as soon as possible, you are doomed. From now on, no matter what I meet, don't stop if I don't let you stop. It's your family standing in the middle of the road that must be hit by me. "

"Well, Master Zhang, I'll listen to you!" Zhong xiaopang shivered and nodded.

Just walk not far, in front of another old man on crutches, slowly walking in the middle of the road.

"Rush!" I ordered.

With the experience just now, Zhong xiaopang doesn't hesitate either. He bites his teeth and rushes over.

The black smoke dispersed, and the old man turned into nothing.

There are all kinds of people on the way, but because of me, Zhong xiaopang rushed through.

All of a sudden, just in front of me, there was a beautiful girl in a red dress.

She had long hair and two red high-heeled shoes in her hand, as if she had just come back from the bar drunk, so she was barefoot in the heavy rain, smiling and jumping on the road.

Zhong xiaopang saw that I didn't stop, according to the experience just now, he still stepped on the accelerator without hesitation.

Bang! There was a loud noise, the whole van shook violently, and the windshield in front of the van was broken.

Zhong xiaopang unconsciously stepped on the brake.

Creak

There was a sharp noise as the wheels rubbed against the ground.

The woman in the red dress did not disappear like the previous illusion, but was hit five or six meters, lying on the ground, around the body out of a large pool of plasma.

"Fake, fake, all the fucking ones are fake!" Zhong xiaopang's nerves are going to collapse. He is biting his teeth, shaking his hands and going on the road. However, he finds that the car is not on fire.

At this time, Zhong xiaopang just regained his mind a little. Looking at the red skirt woman lying in the pool of blood, he asked with a cry, "Master Zhang, what can I do about this? This is not fake, is it?"

"As soon as you check out, I'll go down and have a look!" When I finished, I jumped out of the car carefully.

I'm a little confused at this time. Just now I found out that the woman was very strange. All the raindrops could run through her whole body from top to bottom without any hindrance, and there was a breath of Yin all over her body.

So, I didn't stop Xiao Pang from hitting the clock, but how did it turn out like this?

I braved the rain and the strong wind to walk forward. The red skirt woman was lying on the ground like this, her whole body was bleeding, her arms and legs were broken,

two high-heeled shoes also flew out from afar, one near one far away.

This situation is clearly the scene of the accident. It's very shocking!

Am I wrong? Did I really hit someone?

No, when I was about to question myself, I suddenly found something wrong.

At this time, the sky is still pouring rain, but the blood around the red skirt woman's body seems to have a root stuck on the cement ground, not a bit washed away by the rain.

And the wind was very strong, the trees on both sides of the road were shaking, but the red skirt woman's hair and skirt were still.

This is not normal! This should be someone who has used the method of shifting the form and blocking the eyes!

I suddenly woke up, took out a medium-sized talisman and lit it with a lighter, then smoked it under my two eyes, and another scene immediately appeared in front of me.

What lies on the ground is not the red skirt woman killed by the collision, but a bucket of thick and thin tree stake.

There are very few people who can master this kind of secret arts. If it didn't happen to rain heavily, I'm afraid I won't see any flaws for a while.

God, who did Zhong xiaopang mess with? It's the old lady who hasn't appeared in the paperman shop who is proficient in so many secrets.

Dong Dong!

Just then, a loud sound came from behind.

I turned my head and saw Zhong xiaopang holding his neck tightly with his hands, and the saliva of his tongue came out.

No, the other side's plan is to turn the tiger away from the mountain. First, I'll be distracted, and then I'll prepare the ghost appendage to kill Zhong xiaopang directly.

I ran back quickly, but the door was locked tightly. I couldn't open it at all!

"Open the door!" I shouted.

But at this time, Zhong xiaopang couldn't hear at all. He was still sitting in the driver's cab, strangling himself for a while.

He had a long tongue and eyes that were bulging like goldfish. The blue tendons on his neck burst, and he was expected to die later.

"His grandmother's!" I scolded angrily, and kicked at the window.

After I smashed the window glass, I couldn't care about the scratch, so I stretched my arm in directly and took the spirit of Ran min and beat it to Zhong xiaopang's eyebrow.Whiz!

A dark shadow came out of Zhong xiaopang's head, and then escaped from the window.

Zhong xiaopang looked at me and gasped: "Zhang Thank you very much, Master Zhang. " Before he finished speaking, his eyes turned and he fainted.

I quickly opened the door and tested his breathing, or Zhong xiaopang was just too scared and shocked in the past.

But after this toss, the red line on his face had spread to the corner of his eyes, and he was about to rush to the center of his brow.

If you hesitate for a while, don't say me, I'm afraid that it's impossible to save the T-shirt man by inviting him!

If you want to stop the red line from spreading, you have to get to his home as soon as possible!

But I don't know where his home is. At this time, he is in a complete coma. He can't wake up for a while.

Time waits for no one. I pushed Zhong xiaopang to the side of the passenger seat and turned his cell phone out.

Try to start the car below. It can start again.

I drove along the road and called up his phone book.

I wanted to find his wife's phone number and ask about his home address, but I didn't expect that there were four or five extremely ambiguous names in this guy's mobile phone address book. What's a cute baby, a little sweetheart, a little cute, a little Huazhu's. For a while, I couldn't figure out which woman he was living with.

There's no way. I have to drive and look for it.

Finally, I found a person who had the most conversations with him in these days, with the remark name of sangangzi.

Since this three gang son and Zhong xiaopang have such frequent contacts, they must have a different relationship with him.

I pressed the phone, but no one answered.

After two more fights, there was a faint, awake voice at the other end: "Hello, who is that?"