Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

"The blood is there."

"call.!"

The child's ethereal voice sounded slightly in the ears of the people nearby. It was the whisper of the Pomo Demon.

The patrolman who followed Wu Heng for 3 kilometers stared dumbfounded at the black car that was rolling like a crocodile.

It was about to hit Wu Heng.

He chased the man riding an unlicensed motorcycle for a long distance.

However, due to the road congestion and the other party being very agile, he found every opportunity between the vehicles and was very fast, so he never caught up.

Now it seems that the fine is no longer needed.

Based on his experience, this man had no chance of survival.

When Wu Heng arrived, he was mentally prepared and wary of the situation on the road and the obstruction of the Pomo Demon.

So he was not surprised by the current situation.

He planned to run away directly, but through the car window, he saw four old ladies sitting inside.

These four people also appeared in the plot, and they were also killed by the Pomo Demon causing a series of car accidents.

They were all spiritual mediums and could be regarded as Wu Heng's helpers this time. They could be used to help deal with the Pomo Demon. It would be a pity to die like this.

In the plot, even though these four people knew that the demon would attack, they still had the time to laugh and enjoy the scenery along the way. During the car accident, they kept comforting the driver to stay calm.

It can only be said that he is an old man who has experienced many exorcisms. Unfortunately, his body is too fragile and he was hit to pieces by a truck coming from behind.

Wu Heng held the handle of the motorcycle with his left hand, swung it hard with one hand, and avoided the car body with one hip and leg. The Harley was thrown 230 degrees on the spot and swung behind him.

Prevent the car roof from pointing down. If it presses on the motorcycle handlebar, it is likely to kill one.

Then he used 90% of his body's muscle strength to support the front of the black car with both hands, making a loud slapping sound.

The bones in Wu Heng's body made a crackling sound like firecrackers, and the muscles under the skin made a sound like tearing cloth. His hands squeezed the hood to deform it, and then after slightly releasing the force, he pushed it again.

The car was forcibly stopped and put back into position.

Wu Heng's internal organs were wrapped in tough skin. Although it was not broken, the bones and flesh inside were completely broken.

However, with the ability to control his senses, the pain from the physical level can be completely reduced. He absorbed the Dan Dan and replenished it with a nonchalant expression, and his whole body was instantly intact as before.

At this time, a 12-wheel blue truck came at a high speed.

Without any horn warning, it crashed straight into the black car.

The truck driver has been under the influence of the demon.

Wu Heng's palm stretched out like a hydraulic pliers, clasped the recess of the front hood, and with a forceful pull, he pulled the car to the side of the road.

The truck smashed through the railing and entered the park next to the curve, killing two walkers.

All the passers-by looked at Wu Heng blankly.

It was like looking at a god on earth.

"This is so strong!"

"How could a human being do such a thing!"

"Psychics can't reach this level."

Everyone was in disbelief at the scene before them, until one person shouted:

"He must be the incarnation of God. Humans can never do this. He is the incarnation of God experiencing life, God!"

After the man finished speaking, he hurriedly knelt down, clasped his hands on his chest, lowered his head and worshiped respectfully.

With one person taking the lead, like dominoes, everyone around them knelt down.

Wu Heng's image of an elderly man with slightly arched eyebrows and a slightly sinister look is obviously in line with the incarnation of God in their hearts.

After all, their gods were originally all kinds of monsters and monsters, and they were not kind-hearted.

The drivers sitting in the car also hurriedly opened the door, walked out and knelt on the ground, including the patrol officer who was chasing Wu Heng all the way behind.

"No wonder his motorcycle doesn't have a license plate. That's because God doesn't care about this at all." The patrol officer had the answer in his mind.

If the opponent was not the incarnation of God, with his professional driving skills, how could he not be able to catch up with the opponent? He instantly felt balanced.

Within a hundred meters, only Wu Heng was still standing.

As for the truck driver and the two passers-by who were killed, no one cared.

It is the nature of people here to worship the strong and believe in the strong.

Wu Heng ignored the foolish behavior of these people, walked up to the car, stretched out his hand to grab the deformed door, and pulled hard, pulling the entire door off.

"Can you still move?"

Wu Heng looked at the old ladies in the car who were injured by the impact and asked.

"Ouch--!"

"I bumped a little and suffered some minor injuries, but it doesn't affect the demon elimination."

"But are you really the incarnation of God?"

The four old ladies got out of the car, their faces all stained with blood, but not much, just like a nosebleed.

"I am Kazuhiko Ozaki. If nothing happens, please come with me to Shinkoji Temple first."

"It turns out to be the person in charge, Mr. Ozaki, you are really powerful!" The old psychic lady in a red sweater was the first to recover and complimented.

Wu Heng stopped being polite and walked up to the patrol officer:

"Can I leave the follow-up matters to you?"

"Hey, don't worry, I will definitely take care of it!"

The patrol officer was so flattered that his whole body even trembled with excitement, but he only dared to lower his head and could only observe Wu Heng's feet and shoes.

He is a devout believer in God and always worships in temples.

Wu Heng found another extended car and offered to take them to Zhenguang Temple. Before the fat boss kneeling next to him agreed, the young driver nodded eagerly and opened the door diligently.

The six people got on the bus and the vehicle headed towards Zhenguang Temple.

The real car owner, a fat middle-aged man, knelt on the spot and was very angry with the driver. It was obviously his car and he knew how to drive.

This was an opportunity for the incarnation of God to drive, but it was snatched away by a driver.

After Wu Heng left, the kneeling people felt lost, and the patrol police hurriedly reported the situation and directed unrelated vehicles to leave the place.

After arriving at Zhenguang Temple, Wu Heng and four old ladies were greeted by the temple host and came to the main hall.

In the main hall, which is nearly 400 square meters, seventeen members have come, chatting constantly, and it is very lively.

"Nani, you think I don't know. One time when you were performing an exorcism, you were bitten on the crotch by the 'Roaring God'. My niece happens to be a nurse at Kanazawa Hospital, and she helped you wrap it in gauze."

"Tsk, tsk!" The monk in cassock said in a drake voice. He stretched out his little finger and made a short gesture towards an old man dressed in Bushido.

The dark complexion of the Bushido old man became even darker, and he retorted angrily:

"Don't laugh either. When you dealt with 'Qiao Ji' seven years ago, you were drained of all your vitality, so your six-and-a-half-year-old heir is advised to get a paternity test first."

The monk's ridicule stopped suddenly, as if a fish bone was stuck in his throat, and his face became stiff.

When Wu Heng came in with four people, he instantly attracted everyone's attention and stared at them.

Every new person who comes in must meet their scrutinizing gaze until the other person looks embarrassed and embarrassed.

This is the bad taste that has been formed since the sixth person arrived and suffered this kind of treatment. It has become an unspoken rule for welcoming new people.