82_82884"Hum Hum ...... Hum...... Hmph, hum, ......hum, "Another sinister laugh came, and this time Wushuang heard it clearly, and the laughter clearly came from the boy's mouth.

"Who the hell are you?" Wushuang asked, squinting at him. He still didn't speak, and his head was lowered again.

The first thunderstorm of spring is coming, and after the thunder is the wind, and the red cloth hanging on the blowing trees is whirring, perhaps because the wind is too strong, it happens to blow a large piece of red cloth down, and Wushuang didn't notice it, and happened to be blindfolded by the red cloth.

"Hmm......" Suddenly, Wushuang's neck seemed to be stuck by a big iron pliers, and he couldn't breathe when he danced with his hands.

Although he couldn't see what was happening, he didn't have to think about it to know that the boy in front of him was holding his hand to his throat. If it was the usual Wushuang, he would definitely not hesitate to stab the other party's chest with the dagger in his hand, but this is the city, and the boy doesn't know if he can be saved, maybe he just sees that Wushuang is afraid of holding a dagger in his hands, so he will strike first, if Wushuang stabs him, it will definitely not work.

"Lao Tie! kill him!" On the bridge, Lu Haotian had already seen his good brother in distress and shouted loudly.

"Dapeng, don't ...... Let go!" cried the girl.

Another strong wind blew down, blowing down the big red cloth on Wushuang's head, and suddenly, the scene in front of him shook Wushuang in fright. In front of him, a cold arm was stuck in his throat, and the corners of the thin boy's mouth turned up slightly to show a weird smile, his eyes were full of murderous intent and he glared at himself fiercely.

This boy is very thin, looking at his body is less than one hundred and twenty pounds, it stands to reason that Wushuang can deal with him as easily as stepping on a little chicken, but no matter how hard Wushuang tries, he can't break free from his steel-like claws. He is no longer him, there is a demon hidden in his body, and it is Wushuang who disturbs the demon's cultivation.

There are many kung fu in the door theft, such as the phantom ghost hand that steals things, such as the invisible wrong bone hand that kills people, and the Kuixing kick fight that deals with the big zongzi...... But these Wushuang can't be used, this boy is too thin and weak, and once he makes a move, he will definitely take his life.

The boy's cold withered claws began to exert force, lifting Wushuang from the ground little by little, Wushuang couldn't breathe, his face turned purple, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

"Damn! bully me Lao Tie, are you tired of living?" Lu Haotian shouted and rushed down from the bridge, but it was too late, his big physique was so bulky, it would take two or three minutes to run down, and by the time he ran down, Wushuang would have run out of breath for a long time.

Wushuang had an idea, and simply clamped his legs directly around the boy's waist, and pushed forward, this force pushed the boy down, Wushuang pressed him deadly, and then pressed his two iron pincer-like arms with his knees respectively.

"You want to kill me, can you?" Wushuang coughed twice and glared at him angrily.

The boy's eyes were glazed, his pupils were dull, and he stared at him in a daze, neither resisting nor speaking, as if he was possessed by a ghost.

"Uh-huh...... Giggle...... Hmph, hum, hum, ......" A terrible sinister laugh came out of the boy's mouth again.

Wushuang won't give him a chance again this time, and hurriedly shouted Lu Haotian, who was running behind him, grabbed his wrist with his backhand and restrained him, so what kind of big physique is Lu Haotian? A big hand pinched the boy's two wrists.

Wushuang stepped forward, pressed his hands on his two temples and rubbed them gently, he stared at Wushuang so directly, his pupils seemed to contain countless desolation and grievances.

"Damn, be honest with Lao Tzu!" Lu Haotian scolded.

"It's useless for you to scold him, he can't control his body at all now, he must be evil!" Wushuang gasped a few times, and his face finally got better.

Wushuang turned around and asked the girl, "What happened to you just now?

The girl's love was still immersed in fright and couldn't extricate herself, and she didn't dare to approach her boyfriend at all, so she replied with a crying voice: "We just slipped under this tree, and I heard that the crooked-necked old mother is very good for medicine, I ...... I had a stomachache, so he told me to ask for medicine. Later, when I knelt and knelt, I felt that his face was pale and scary, and when I asked him, he was smiling at me, and the laughter was permeable...... So I ......."

"Who the hell are you?" Wushuang asked the boy again, and naturally it was not him, but the guy who controlled his body.

"Hmph...... ......"He's still laughing, but there's no attack* now."

"Mouse, let him go. Wushuang said.

"Can you fix it if I let him go? Lu Haotian said.

"Let it go. ”

Lu Haotian let go of his hand.

The boy didn't pay any attention to Wushuang anymore, but turned around and stared directly at the crooked neck of the old mother in a daze, and then walked slowly step by step, dragging a big red cloth from the branch and draping it over his body, if you usually see it, it must be extremely funny, just like the American Superman in the movie. But this eerie night is even more eerie.

The big red cloth was very large, and as I said earlier, it hung on the branches of a tree and moved with the wind, like a man's long trench coat. The boy wore it on his body, and the red cloth covered the top of his feet. He knelt on the ground again, and silently kowtowed to the crooked old mother, who was very religiously kowtowing his head and making a clanging sound, and every time he raised his head, there was an extra blood stain on his head.

"I'm rubbing, he's crazy? Isn't this a ghost?"

"Let him be, I'll see what else he wants. Wushuang said.

"What do you say is wrong with people now? Why do you all come to the crooked neck old mother to ask for medicine? Isn't it just a dead old locust tree? This is all blind? You said that you two are still college students, so feudal and superstitious? In the future, I will see if you still play this alternative romance. The girl was so frightened that she lowered her head and cried silently.

Wushuang counted carefully, and the boy kowtowed to the crooked-necked old mother a total of thirteen times, and then stood up and stiffened towards the crooked-necked old mother. From time to time, he turned back and smiled at Wushuang Yin, as if mocking him as an ignorant mortal.

He went to the crooked old woman's tree, stood on tiptoe, and reached out and pulled down from the branch a red cloth, which was very long, and hung on it a very thick branch, forming an inverted arc. Then he leaned forward and stuck his head in.

Wushuang had already seen that something was wrong, and secretly picked up a small pebble from the ground and held it in the palm of his hand, the boy just poked his neck under the red cloth, and Wushuang's fingertips had popped out, and the stone accurately interrupted the slender red cloth, and the boy lost his center of gravity and fell