"Ha ha ha ha......"
Several people said and laughed.
Suddenly, a sound broke through the air.
A black mass hit a laughing Paihuazi in the face.
There was a "pop" sound, and blood mist splashed everywhere.
Half of this man's head was smashed, red and white burst out from his brain, revealing broken bone residue, and there was a piece of coal stuck in his eye socket.
The person laughing next to him had his face spattered with blood. He stopped laughing immediately and screamed like a ghost.
"Did anyone tell you that laughing is so fucking ugly!"
Zhang Zhiwei's body was covered with golden light, and his eyes were as bright as big stars, spraying out golden light and dragging out several inches of light.
He was really angry, and his murderous intent was so intense that it almost condensed into substance. Everyone on the opposite side felt as cold as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen.
This was soon fulfilled when Zhang Zhiwei casually pulled a large iron bucket as high as a person filled with coal in the carriage.
The bucket was filled with coal and weighed over a thousand kilograms, but Zhang Zhiwei lifted it easily.
In the horrified eyes of the photographers, energy penetrated the whole body. With a step of his feet, there was a "boom", and a hole was made in the iron floor of the carriage, and Zhang Zhiwei rushed out.
The other party was more than ten meters away from Zhang Zhiwei, but almost instantly, Zhang Zhiwei was already approaching with a bucket.
Experts will know if there is one as soon as they make a move. Seeing Zhang Zhiwei easily lift a large iron bucket weighing more than 1,000 kilograms and walking as fast as flying, the photographers who were laughing and discussing how to torture him were instantly frightened to the point of peeing.
Paihuazi, who was facing me, felt the strong wind blowing against her face and turned around to run away.
But his speed is obviously not as fast as Zhang Zhiwei.
The large iron bucket, which was as tall as a person and weighed a thousand kilograms, hit several patters with a sound of wind.
In an instant, it was destroyed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and screams came one after another.
Someone was hit in the head and turned into a ball of rotten flesh.
Someone was hit in the leg and was being dragged and crawling all over the ground.
Some were hit on half of their bodies, rolling and squirming on the ground...
When the boss who had spoken harsh words before saw this scene, the hair on his body stood on end. Regardless of whether his men were alive or dead, he turned around and ran towards the third-class carriage without any intention of taking action.
How can we do this?
A big iron bucket weighing 1,000 kilograms filled with coal is like playing in the hand. What the hell is that?
Kicked to the iron plate!
Now, all he wants to do is jump out of the car and run away.
As he ran, he took out a bell from his pocket and shook it, while mumbling something.
At this glance, you know that you are casting a spell, and the bell is the magic weapon.
But Zhang Zhiwei obviously didn't give him a chance to activate his abilities.
With a sneer, he stepped on his right foot, and the coal scattered on the ground flew up, wrapped in golden light, and shot towards the boss of the flower-shooters like a hail of bullets.
The boss of Paihuazi couldn't dodge and was beaten directly into a sieve. There was no good piece of meat on his body. His white bones were exposed. His chest was rising and falling slightly. He exhaled blood foam from his mouth. There was only air coming out and no air coming in. It seemed like Can't survive.
When other photographers saw this scene, they were frightened to death.
Don't look at the harsh words they were saying before.
But in fact, they are all paper tigers, only useful but not useful.
In front of Zhang Zhiwei, a tiger that descends from the mountain and a dragon that crosses the river, even a chicken or a dog is exalted.
After all, who would be doing the business of harvesting and cutting raw materials if they really had some skills that could make them stand out?
A group of bastards who are not even in the lower ranks can bully ordinary people.
"Spare your life, spare your life!"
"Master Dao, please spare my life!"
"Master Tao, I am the Buddha who is merciful. God has the virtue of a good life. There is a good virtue of a good life..."
...
The frightened patriots knelt down and begged for mercy.
"Master Tao, I don't believe in Buddhism!"
Zhang Zhiwei remained unmoved, picked up the iron bucket stained with blood and flesh, and approached step by step.
"Run, run quickly, this is not a Taoist priest, this is a demon, run quickly!"
"Run, run to the locomotive!"
…
No matter how harshly he spoke just now, he is now so cowardly.
Now Zhang Zhiwei is stuck in the middle of the carriage, and the only place they can escape is the locomotive.
But just when they were about to run into the cab.
A figure carrying a blood-stained vat appeared in front of them.
Everyone was desperate, fell to their knees, and surrendered wildly.
But Zhang Zhiwei showed no mercy, and he did not stop.
He lifted up the bloody iron pipe and slammed it down.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Again and again, it looks like a perverted murderer in a foreign movie. Jason in Crystal Lake would call him an expert after watching it.
Until the corpse at his feet no longer looked human.
Until the iron bucket stained with blood on his hand was smashed.
Until the evil anger in my heart was almost vented.
Zhang Zhiwei then stopped and looked at the radioactive blood stains on the ground, spat and cursed:
"Bah, that's it? I'm pretending to be crazy with Master Dao!"
"boom!"
Zhang Zhiwei threw the big iron cylinder away, causing the carriage to tremble.
Then, he came to the locomotive in a few steps and glanced into the cab. The driver and co-driver inside were silent, holding each other and shivering.
The noise in the coal-carrying carriage just now may not be felt clearly by the passengers in other carriages because of the roar of the train.
But they felt it clearly, and even took a sneak peek out of curiosity.
Seeing this, he was so frightened on the spot that his liver and gallbladder burst into tears. He quickly retreated into the cab and trembled.
At this moment, the scary little golden man appeared at the door of the cab.
The two of them were immediately frightened and peeed, their arms trembled, and they knelt down to beg for mercy.
"Uncle Jin, have mercy on me. Don't kill me. Don't kill me. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child..."
"Jin Daxian, please spare your life! I...I...I am the same!"
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Uncle Jin...Jin Daxian...Zhang Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, and looked at himself. He was covered in golden light, and then he realized that it was him who was talking.
A new use of the Golden Light Spell has been unlocked. After it spreads all over the body, it becomes a little golden man whose face cannot be seen. It is a must-have for home travel, murder and arson!
At that time, what kind of things like Uncle Jin and Jin Daxian are wanted by the patrol room? What does it have to do with Zhang Zhiwei?
"What's your relationship with these flower photographers?"
Zhang Zhiwei thought that there must be some backstage connection for these flower girls to appear in this carriage.
"It's none of our business. Sir, I'm just a hard worker. I say I'm a driver, but in fact I'm just a coal shovel. How dare I have anything to do with these people?"
"Yes, yes, the reason why these people are able to come to this carriage is because of the control from above. How can we dare to stop them?"
"We dare to be angry but dare not speak out about what they did!"
The two of them begged each other for mercy.
The relationship between the superiors... Zhang Zhiwei stared at them and saw that they didn't seem to be lying, so he didn't do anything to them, thinking about the previous conversation with the photographers.
