"Ha ha ha ha."
As they talked, several people burst into laughter.
Suddenly, a sound of breaking air was heard.
A black mass hit the face of a laughing beggar directly.
With a "puff" sound, blood mist splattered everywhere.
Half of this man's head was smashed, with red and white splattered out of his brain, revealing broken bone fragments. There was a piece of coal stuck in his eye socket.
The person who was laughing next to him had blood splashed on his face and immediately stopped laughing, screaming like a ghost.
"Has anyone told you that laughter is so fucking ugly!"
Zhang Zhiwei was covered in golden light, his eyes were as bright as stars, emitting golden light and dragging out several inches of light.
He was truly furious, his murderous intent so intense that it almost solidified into substance. Everyone on the opposite side felt a chill run down their spines, as if they had fallen into an icy cave, and they sensed that something terrible was about to happen.
This soon came true. Zhang Zhiwei casually pulled over a large iron bucket as tall as a person and filled with coal from the carriage.
The bucket was full of coal and weighed over a thousand pounds, but Zhang Zhiwei lifted it easily.
Under the horrified gazes of the beggars, the Qi force flowed through his whole body. He stepped on the ground and with a "boom", a hole was stepped on the iron floor of the carriage, and Zhang Zhiwei rushed out violently.
The other party was more than ten meters away from Zhang Zhiwei, but almost in an instant, Zhang Zhiwei had approached with a bucket.
An expert can tell whether someone is good or not with just one move. Seeing Zhang Zhiwei easily lift a huge iron bucket weighing more than a thousand pounds and walk with great speed, the beggars who were just laughing and discussing how to torture him were instantly scared to death.
The beetle who was coming towards him felt the strong wind in his face and turned around to run away.
But his speed is obviously not as fast as Zhang Zhiwei.
A huge iron barrel, which was as tall as a person and weighed a thousand pounds, came crashing down on the beggars with a bang.
In an instant, everything was destroyed, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams rang out one after another.
Someone was hit on the head and turned into a ball of rotten flesh.
Someone was hit on the leg and was crawling around on the ground, struggling to move.
Some were hit on half of their body and rolled and squirmed on the ground.
When the boss who had made the harsh words before saw this scene, his hair stood on end. He turned around and ran towards the third-class carriage without caring about the lives of his men. He had no intention of taking action at all.
How can we do this?
A huge iron bucket filled with coal weighing thousands of pounds can be twisted in your hand like a toy. What's the point of doing that?
Hit the wall!
Now, he just wanted to jump out of the car and run away.
As he ran, he took out a bell from his pocket and shook it, muttering to himself.
At first glance, you can tell that someone is casting a spell, and the bell is the magic weapon.
But Zhang Zhiwei obviously did not give him the chance to activate his ability.
With a sneer, he stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the scattered coal pieces on the ground flew up, wrapped in golden light, and shot towards the leader of the beggars like a hail of bullets.
The leader of the Huazi group was unable to dodge and was beaten into a sieve. There was not a single piece of good flesh on his body. White bones were exposed, his chest was slightly heaving, and blood foam was coming out of his mouth. He was only breathing out, not in, and it was obvious that he was not going to survive.
When the other beggars saw this scene, they were frightened to death.
Don’t be fooled by the fact that they said a lot of harsh words before.
But in fact, they are all paper tigers, good looking but useless.
In front of Zhang Zhiwei, a tiger coming down the mountain and a dragon crossing the river, even a chicken or a dog is considered an honor.
After all, if one really has some decent skills, who would still engage in the practice of cutting and mutilating living beings?
A bunch of filthy bastards who are not even worthy of being called the lowest class can only bully ordinary people.
“Mercy, mercy!”
"Master Dao, spare my life!"
"Oh, my Lord, the Buddha is merciful, and the Heaven has the virtue of loving life, the virtue of loving life."
The frightened beggars knelt down and begged for mercy.
"Master Dao, I don't believe in Buddhism!"
Zhang Zhiwei remained unmoved. He picked up the iron bucket stained with blood and flesh and approached step by step.
"Run, run! This isn't a Taoist priest, this is a demon! Run!"
"Run, run to the train!"
…
The harsher his words were just now, the more cowardly he is now.
Now Zhang Zhiwei was stuck in the middle of the carriage, and the only place they could escape to was the locomotive.
But just as they were about to run into the cab.
A figure carrying a blood-stained bucket appeared in front of them.
Everyone was in despair, kneeling on the ground and surrendering madly.
But Zhang Zhiwei had no sympathy and he did not stop.
He lifted up the large iron bucket covered in blood and flesh and smashed it down.
"Boom, boom, boom."
Again and again, just like the perverted killers in foreign movies, even Jason from Crystal Lake would call him an expert.
Until the corpse under his feet no longer had any human shape.
Until the iron bucket with blood on his hands was smashed flat.
Until the anger in my heart was almost vented.
Zhang Zhiwei finally stopped and looked at the radial bloodstains on the ground. He spat and cursed:
"Bah, that's it? You're pretending to be a jerk in front of me!"
"Bang!"
Zhang Zhiwei threw the big iron barrel, causing the entire carriage to shake.
Then, he walked to the locomotive in two or three steps and took a look into the cab. The driver and co-driver inside were silent, hugging each other and shivering.
The noise in the coal-loading car just now may not have been clearly felt by the passengers in other cars because of the roar of the train.
But they felt it clearly, and even took a few sneak peeks out of curiosity.
When he saw this, he was so frightened that he turned pale and his heart was broken. He quickly retreated into the cab and trembled.
At this moment, the terrifying little golden man appeared at the door of the cab.
The two were immediately scared to death, their legs trembling, and they knelt down to beg for mercy.
"Mr. Jin, please spare my life! Don't kill me! I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child..."
"Master Jin, please spare my life! I... I... I am in the same boat!"
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Mr. Jin... Immortal Jin... Zhang Zhiwei was stunned. He looked at himself and saw that his whole body was covered with golden light. Then he realized that he was the one being talked about.
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!
By then, if the police station is looking for Mr. Jin, Immortal Jin and the like, what does it have to do with Zhang Zhiwei?
"What's your relationship with these beggars?"
Zhang Zhiwei guessed that these beggars could appear in this carriage because they must have some connections.
"It's none of our business, sir. I'm just a laborer. I'm called a driver, but I'm just a coal shoveler. How dare I get involved with these people?"
"Yes, yes, the reason these people were able to come to this carriage was arranged by the higher-ups. How dare we stop them?"
"We are angry but dare not speak out against what they have done!"
The two of them begged for mercy one after another.
Zhang Zhiwei, the superior, stared at them and saw that they did not seem to be lying, so he did not attack them. He was thinking about the previous conversation with the beggars.