"Hmph...Hmph...Hmph..." Another sinister laugh came. This time Wushuang heard it clearly, and the laughter was clearly from the boy's mouth.

"Who are you?" Wushuang asked, squinting his eyes and looking at him. He still didn't say anything, and his head lowered again.

The first thunderstorm in spring is coming. After the thunder, there is a strong wind. The red cloth hanging on the trees is whistling. Perhaps because of the strong wind, a large piece of red cloth was blown down. Wushuang didn't notice it, and he happened to be blindfolded by the red cloth.

"Um..." Suddenly Wushuang's neck seemed to be stuck tightly by a big iron plier, and he was so anxious that he couldn't breathe.

Although he couldn't see what was going on, he didn't have to think about it. It must be that the boy in front of him was pinching his throat with his hand. If Wushuang was usually the one who had been stabbed at the other party's chest without hesitation. But this is the city, and the boy didn't know if he could save him. Maybe he was just afraid of Wushuang holding the dagger in his hand, so he would take the initiative. If Wushuang stabbed him, it would definitely not work.

"Old Tie! Kill him!" On the bridge, Lu Haotian had already seen his good brother in danger and shouted loudly.

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

Another strong wind blew, blowing the big red cloth on Wushuang's head. Suddenly, the scene in front of him was so scared that Wushuang shook. In front of him, a cold arm was stuck tightly in his throat. The corners of the thin boy's mouth were slightly raised and showed a strange smile. His eyes were full of murderous intent, and he stared at him fiercely.

The boy was very thin, and his figure was less than 120 kilograms. Logically speaking, Wushuang was as easy to deal with him as stepping on a little chicken to death. But no matter how hard Wushuang tried, he could not break free from his steel-like claws. He was no longer him. There was a demon hidden in his body, and Wushuang disturbed the demon's cultivation.

There are many skills in the thief, such as the ghost hand that steals things, the invisible bone-bone hand that kills people, and the Kuixing fight against big Zongzi... But these unparalleled things cannot be used. This boy is too thin and will definitely take his life if he takes action.

The boy's cold and dry claws began to exert force, lifting Wushuang up from the ground little by little. Wushuang couldn't breathe, his face was so purple that he fell to his hands. The dagger in his hand also fell to the ground.

"Damn it! Are you tired of living by bullying me?" Lu Haotian shouted and rushed down from the bridge. It was too late. His big body was so bulky that it would take at least two or three minutes to run down. Wushuang would be out of breath after he ran down.

Wushuang had an idea and simply clamped his legs against the boy's waist with his legs and used his force forward. The force pushed the boy down, Wushuang pressed him tightly, and then pressed his two iron-like arms with his knees.

"I want to kill me? Can you do it?" Wushuang coughed twice and glared at him.

The boy's eyes were dull and his pupils were dull. He stared at him blankly, neither resisted nor spoke, and it was really like he was possessed by a ghost.

"Hmph...Hmph...Hmph..." A shrill and sinister smile came out of the boy's mouth.

Wushuang wouldn't give him any chance this time, so he quickly called out Lu Haotian, who was running behind him, held his wrist and tied him up. What kind of big body is Lu Haotian? His big hand pinched the boy's wrists tightly.

Wushuang walked forward, pressed his hands on his temples and rubbed them gently. He stared at Wushuang with a straight look, as if there were countless desolation and sorrow in his pupils.

"Damn it, be honest!" Lu Haotian cursed.

"It's useless for you to scold him. He can't control his body at all now. He must have been possessed by evil spirits!" Wu Shuang took a few breaths and his face finally improved.

Wushuang turned around and asked the girl: "What's wrong with you just now? What's wrong with him? "

The girl was still immersed in fear and couldn't extricate herself. She didn't dare to get close to her boyfriend. She replied in a crying voice: "We just walked under this tree. I heard that the crooked mother was very good at asking for medicine. I... I'm coming, and my stomach hurts, so he said to ask me for medicine. Later, when I kneeled down, I felt that his face was so pale. Why did I ask him and laugh at me? My laughter was so cunning... So I..."

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

"Hmph...Hmph..." He still kept laughing, but now there was no attack.

"Mouse, let him go." Wushuang said.

"I let him go, can you mess with me? This kid is very strong." Lu Haotian said.

"Let go."

Lu Haotian let go of his hand.

The boy ignored Wushuang, but turned around and stared at the crooked old mother in a daze, then walked slowly over and pulled a big red cloth from the branches and draped it on her body. If she saw it, it would be extremely funny, just like the American Superman in the movie. But this strange night seemed even more gloomy and terrifying.

The big red cloth was very big. As I said just now, it was hanging on the branch and moving with the wind, just like a man's long windbreaker. The boy was wearing it, and the red cloth covered his feet. He knelt on the ground again and silently kowtowed to the crooked mother. He kowtowed his head very piously and made a thudding sound. Every time he raised his head, there was an extra piece of blood on his forehead.

"Damn, he's crazy? Isn't this a ghost?"

"Let him do it, I want to see what else he wants to do." Wushuang said.

"What do you think are people now? Why do you come to the old mother who is crooked to ask for medicine? Isn't it just a dead old locust tree? It's blind? It's right! You said you two are college students, just so feudal and superstitious? I'll see if you still play with this alternative romance in the future." Wushuang criticized the girl, and the girl was so scared that she lowered her head and cried without saying a word.

Wushuang counted carefully. The boy kowtowed the old mother with a total of thirteen sounds, and then stood up and walked stiffly towards the old mother with a stiff neck. He also turned back and smiled at Wushuang from time to time, as if he was mocking him, an ignorant mortal.

He walked to the crooked mother's tree, tiptoed, and reached out to pull down a red cloth from the branches. The red cloth was very long and hung on a very thick branch, forming an inverted shape. Then he actually came forward and stretched his head in.
Chapter completed!