The Road to Slaying God

"ah……"

Zhang Yang jumped up like a spring, a sense of boundless fear spread throughout his body, permeating every cell, did he encounter a ghost?

"Sit down!" Two bloody characters appeared on the screen.

Zhang Yang still dared to sit down there, and took a step back. He remembered a classic Japanese ghost film "Sadako". Zhang Yang was very worried that the little monk would crawl out of the computer.

"Boy, do you want to sit down? Do you believe that Xiao Na killed your nine clans? Sit down and talk! Why do you want to find the video recording of the first guard?"

Suddenly, an immature voice came out from the earphone. Although the voice was immature, it was full of threats, and the little monk on the screen had a vicious expression on his face.

"You know the first guard?"

Zhang Yang, who was about to escape, immediately stopped moving, and carefully sat down on the chair with half of his buttocks. The temptation of the first guard was too great for him, even if the other party was a ghost, he had to ask clearly before running away.

"Nonsense, I don't know what the little monk is doing here?" The little monk's temper is not very good at times.

"I want to see him, can you?" Zhang Yang was overjoyed. It would be best if the other party knew the first guard. If he could worship such a powerful master, he would be awesome. The first guard is not Li Bo, who is ranked after a thousand. I don't know how many third-rate killers, but the number one top killer in the world. Even a third-rate killer like Li Bo is so powerful. You can imagine how powerful the number one killer is.

"Damn, I still want to see him." The little monk suddenly became angry for no reason, and he conjured up two kitchen knives in his hands and chopped them on the screen. The big carved bed was chopped up in a mess. Weeping: "Woooo...you don't want the little monk anymore, damn Jiange, damn Hao...wuwu...I'll chop, I'll chop, I'll chop you to death...It's been almost twenty years, what are you doing? Won't come yet... woo woo..."

The little monk was heartbroken, like a lost doll, but this doll was more fierce, playing with the two kitchen knives in his hands, the cold light was shining, making Zhang Yang break out in cold sweat, until now he has not figured out what the other party is, However, he has already affirmed that this is definitely not a cartoon.

"Say, what is your purpose? If you don't make it clear today, I can tell you plainly that you don't want to live. I want to kill you, your grandfather in the countryside, and your father who works in Shenzhen. Mom and I will never let it go, um, you also have a best friend named Liu Biao, and a girl you met recently, Xiao Yiran, well, it seems that she still likes you a little... If you want to survive, Just be honest with the uncle, otherwise, hehe..."

The little monk suddenly jumped off the crumbling bed, pointed at Zhang Yang with the gleaming kitchen knife in his hand, and that immature but furious voice came back to his earphones.

"ah……"

Zhang Yang almost fell over, and his heart was filled with astonishment. The other party actually knew all the details about him. At this moment, Zhang Yang felt a chill in his heart. It was just an animation character, which actually gave him a huge pressure. This kind of real pressure, this kind of pressure is even a hundred times more than when Li Bo showed his murderous intent.

"Sit down, I'll give you a minute to explain clearly, otherwise, hum!"

Looking at the cold expression of the little monk, Zhang Yang had no reason to believe that the guy on the screen could do what he said.

"I...I..." Zhang Yang sat on the chair again, and managed to stabilize his emotions, which had surpassed his thinking, "I heard that the first guard's martial arts are very powerful. A little bit..."

"oh……"

Hearing Zhang Yang's answer, the little monk's mood obviously improved a lot. There was also a change on the screen. The clothes the little monk started with also changed. He was lying on a couch with a fur collar on his head. The octagonal pavilion carved with dragons and phoenixes, and snowflakes are falling from the sky... Zhang Yang was dumbfounded by the beautiful scenery.

"Well, I like martial arts, very good!" The little monk picked up a steaming purple clay pot from the stone table in the middle of the octagonal pavilion, and took a sip very elegantly, giving the impression of an arty rich man.

"Can you introduce me to the first guard? Or let me watch his video recording..." Zhang Yang said cautiously.

"Hey... I haven't seen him for almost twenty years. How do you introduce me? I see that you are full of heaven, with drooping ears, a rich face, piercing eyes, red lips and white teeth, and a sharp mouth. A Yinxie gaze... What a rare talent! If I can get in touch with him, I will definitely introduce you to him as an apprentice, but unfortunately, I can't get in touch now..." The little monk said face regret.

Zhang Yang was sweating profusely.

"Then can I watch his video?"

"Of course, it's been twenty years. If you wake me up, it counts as our destiny. However, I have to ask you a few questions before I can show you." The little monk crossed his legs and took another sip. Tea, with a leisurely and leisurely look, makes Zhang Yang envious, this is a state!

"what is the problem?"

"Remember, the question I asked you cannot be considered, and you must answer it immediately. If you are late, then all your requests will be cancelled, do you understand?"

"Hmm...!" Zhang Yang nodded repeatedly, he had no choice at all, the little monk seemed to be full of magic power so he had to obey.

"Who do you hate the most?"

"Japanese!" Zhang Yang said without thinking.

"Who do you hate the most?"

"Korean!"

"Yeah, not bad, you have passed the test, you can watch the video of the first guard, after you watch it, it's like the story in Aladdin's magic lamp, I can meet your request , I have something to say? Fodu is a predestined person, we are predestined...hehe..." The little monk smiled smugly. Just as the little monk finished speaking, the screen flickered, and the little monk disappeared, replaced by a video that was playing.

As soon as the camera appeared, it was bloody and terrifying. There was only a figure with a bald head, but the figure whose face had been processed was stepping on the calf of a short and thin person. There seemed to be some vague dialogues in it. It seemed that the person who was stepped on was a Vietnamese. people.

The more violent the camera got to the back, it made Zhang Yang feel a chill down his spine.

The screams could not be heard, and the bones of the Vietnamese were trampled bit by bit. First, the legs stepped up bit by bit, and finally, the bald head spread the two hands, ten fingers each. Step on one after another, the cracking sound of the bones is like the explosion of bamboo in the kiln...

It can be seen that the blood on the deck is slowly spreading, Zhang Yang seems to smell a strong bloody smell, as if the bloody smell mixed with the sea breeze makes people want to vomit, people are very strange animals, I don’t want to see it The more he wants to see things, now Zhang Yang doesn't want to see the bald head abuse the Vietnamese at all, but his eyes are fixed on the painful and patient face of the Vietnamese.

The Vietnamese has passed out many times, but being in a coma is a kind of happiness for him. The speed at which he wakes up makes Zhang Yang unbelievable. Every time before the bones are trampled and burst, he will naturally open his eyes wide. Big, waiting for Sun Jian's thick leather boots to fall on his hands...

Finally, the matter was coming to an end, but the last few minutes were a kind of mental torment for Zhang Yang.

The body of the Vietnamese was suddenly kicked into the air by the bald head, and the bald head fired a machine gun on the deck into the air frantically. Being hit like a hornet's nest by the dense bullets, it's dishonest...

Machine guns, submachine guns, sniper rifles, pistols... The bald head shot all the guns and ammunition around him at the dishonest body.

[The update volume of Domineering is obvious to all. Apart from other things, I just want to recommend tickets. The book of Domineering is called The Road to Slaughtering Gods. Tolerable, what is unbearable, brothers, let the blood boil, we have to fight a bloody road...]