Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

Blood is flowing.

On the weedy path at the foot of the mountain, hundreds of people fell to the ground, suffering heavy casualties. They were groaning, struggling, and going crazy.

The hot weapons in the hands of the villagers have become their own butcher knives.

Even those who had a lucky aura and were lucky enough not to be injured in the chaotic battle were still deeply trapped in Zhi Er's trick wall in this fearful environment. They were affected to the point of going crazy and regarded others as enemies.

It wasn't until half an hour passed and Yuantong hugged the thigh of the last living person that everything finally stopped.

Wu Heng hooked the back of his feet on the car's support to support the motorcycle, raised his legs in a round motion, got off the car and stood on the ground.

He walked forward step by step, like the owner inspecting a slaughterhouse.

With every step he took, the blood on the ground beside him dried up, leaving only a layer of residue, and the surface turned from red to black fertile land.

Every time you step over a corpse, the corpse will disappear on the spot, leaving no bones.

at this time,

This image of an old man with a cane and sunglasses is like the God of Death in the comics, cleaning up death.

It's just that this death has nothing to do with him.

Is it sinful?

Wu Heng asked himself, and then denied it. He did not recognize this word.

This is battle, this is war.

"How weak!"

After cleaning up the scene, Wu Heng looked around and sighed.

He looked at these people and thought of how fragile he was when he was lying on the operating bed.

The strong smell of blood in the air gradually disappeared, and the grass blades on the ground were stained with black blood scabs. They had received enough nutrients this winter.

Maybe only humble ones like these weeds will not be noticed!

But even so, they still have herbivorous natural enemies.

Wu Heng no longer thinks about this. After all, he is no longer the ordinary person he was before. To ordinary people, he is a god on earth.

Unfortunately, his enemies are not ordinary people, but the weird ones.

Strange things that ordinary people call ghosts and gods.

"The subsequent troubles in the temple have been resolved. It's time to go find Qinzi."

Wu Heng put away the pigs and asked the resentful boy to go back to the carriage, get on the motorcycle again, select the navigation, and drive towards the east.

The navigation shows that the distance is a little far, with a total highway distance of 685 kilometers.

Wu Heng turned the throttle handle of the motorcycle in his hand to the highest position and opened the throttle to the maximum. Even if there was a car accident, as long as there was still a piece of flesh left, he would not be afraid.

And with his current reaction ability, the probability of getting into a car accident is extremely low, which is absolutely different from the most ordinary people.

Along the way, Wu Heng became the most handsome guy on the highway.

An old man playing motorcycle like this was photographed by many passers-by and posted on the blog, which received a lot of likes.

Netizens commented: Men are indeed motorcycle men regardless of age. Some people criticized him for safety reasons, but these have nothing to do with Wu Heng. He no longer cares about the opinions of humans here.

Four hours later, Wu Heng arrived at his destination.

According to the address, Qinzi had already arrived at the intersection in advance to greet Wu Heng.

But those who arrived earlier than Qinzi and came closer to greet Wu Heng were the police from the local road management department. They sounded their sirens and stopped Wu Heng on the road.

"This is my ID."

Wu Heng saw that there was still one kilometer to reach the agreed place, but a row of police cars had already blocked the road at the highway intersection in front of him. He simply pulled hard with his wrist, tilted the front of the car, and ran it along the front cover of the police car from the top of the car. past.

In the past moment, he threw out his ID in mid-air.

I believe that after they read it, they will respectfully deliver the certificate to Wu Heng. This is the privilege of a powerful psychic.

"Mr. Ozaki, you're here!"

Kotoko, who was wearing a black leather jacket, held a cigarette and said with a plain smile.

There was also a red heavy-duty motorcycle parked next to her.

Seeing Wu Heng's gaze, she reached out and patted the car:

"How about it? This car is not bad. Before I set off, I saw your video."

"Look, the name of this article is "The Speed ​​of Life and Death of an Old Motorcycle Man, the Most Romantic Death Journey"" Qinzi read out the title of the video on her mobile phone, but her plain tone was a bit weird, and her tone seemed a bit unstable.

“Very nice car!”

Wu Heng nodded and selectively ignored Qinzi's teasing. He did not expect that the aloof Qinzi also had such bad taste.

But no wonder she likes to wear a black leather jacket. The last time she came to deal with the Pomo Demon, she wore a leather jacket. It turned out that she was also a motorcycle racer.

At this time, the vehicle with its sirens turned off had quietly approached.

The police officer respectfully handed the psychic certificate to Wu Heng and sincerely apologized.

Wu Heng asked him not to bend down and apologize, but the young man's face turned pale, as if he was preventing him from apologizing because he refused to forgive him, something bad would happen.

Obviously he was just doing his duty, but he still acted like this. This is a privilege!

Some people have made many regulations, but they only ask others to abide by them. However, many ordinary people will not be able to survive at all if they do not abide by them.

Wu Heng chased away the young man like a fly.

Although he also enjoyed this privilege,

But he's tired of it!

This kind of oppression from the same quality, in his opinion, is like the difference between worker ants and soldier ants in an ant nest. But even the queen ant can be easily crushed to death by him, so why should he care about the difference between the two kinds of ants? Status and privilege.

Wu Heng was wasted by the young man for dozens of seconds before he continued to communicate with Qinzi.

The two chatted for a while,

Qinzi took Wu Heng back to her home. There were many people outside and it was not suitable for them to discuss things related to the summoning talisman.

Qinzi's home is not small, it is also a single-family villa. As a top spiritual medium, there is definitely no shortage of money, but the decoration style is like a temple, not like a home.

There is a Pixiu at the door, a Taoist plaque hanging, a prayer flag hanging with Buddhist inscriptions, and inside there are various statues of Buddha, Taoism and demons. On the far left is the unique ancestral altar of the Higa family, with the Higa family's honor and exorcism written next to it. history.

Wu Heng followed Qinzi up to the second floor. The style here was a little more serious. The orange-red home style was simple but also had modern elements.

The two of them sat on the sofa.

"This is the new summoning talisman, I call it the soul attracting talisman!"

Qinzi took out a piece of brown wood and placed it in front of Wu Heng.

"After the improvement, I found that the bearing capacity of paper was limited, and I tried many methods but nothing worked. I could only use peach wood instead."

Wu Heng stretched out his right hand, picked up the soul attracting talisman in front of him, and observed it carefully.

The peach wood soul-attracting talisman is in the form of a circle with an upper part and a lower part, shaped like a tombstone.

There is a six-pointed star symbol at the top and in the middle. The two sides are similar to bat wings. There are two vertical crooked lines on each side below, like twisted long legs. The symbol representing summons is written in the middle. Below it is "Yin, Hang". Two hieroglyphs.