It is not his character to repay kindness with hatred.

It just so happened that he also wanted to experiment with the power of Maoshan's personal technique.

We must save her, we cannot give up on her.

Only by surviving together can we go further.

Zhang Feng took a few steps back and made a hand gesture.

The formula (fabricated) for the Immortal Technique appeared in his mind.

Although he was a little confused, Zhang Feng still read it without hesitation.

"One ghost has extraordinary power!"

The words fell.

White light shines and thunder sounds.

Zhang Feng recited the mantra, and his face quickly changed into another look.

His broad-faced hair hangs down to the back of his head, and his face is painted with a pale background, not to mention his gorgeous and exaggerated red mouth makeup, dark diamond-shaped eye sockets, and very prominent blood-red triangular eyebrows.

Coupled with the big and round nose in the middle, it all shows that it is weird and abnormal.

"I, AM, JOKER!! Hee hee, hahahahaha!!!"

Zhang Feng laughed crazily. The few wrinkles on his face gathered together like a blooming golden chrysanthemum. The corners of his mouth rose to an exaggerated arc, and he grinned hugely. The smile was written on his face.

Overflowing with satisfying joy.

"Here, you...what's wrong with you, are you okay? You suddenly become so strange."

Tian Yue heard Zhang Feng's mouth burst into laughter.

She looked back.

The flashlight on Zhang Feng's arm illuminated his face together with the lightning, making him look extremely terrifying.

This...what happened to this guy? Has he mutated?

She was stunned for a moment, and then the pressure on her hand brought her back to reality.

After Zhang Feng laughed wildly, he suddenly calmed down.

The maniacal laughter stopped abruptly.

The smile on his lips did not disappear as he looked at the monsters in front of him who were trying hard to open the car door.

Zhang Feng decided to help them, and in response to the thunder, he kicked the glass.

The glass, which was already cracked due to the inability to withstand the huge force, shattered as Zhang Feng's toes moved lightly.

Without any obstacles, seven or eight living dead roared eagerly and rushed toward Zhang Feng.

They bared their teeth and claws, they roared and roared.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng's smile couldn't help but widen, and he laughed again.

"Hehehehe, ahhahahahahahahaha!!"

His two dark red lips were grinned, revealing two rows of light yellow teeth and light red gums. From the wings of his nose to the corners of his mouth, two deep lines were carved.

This was supposed to be a happy smile, but for some reason it made people feel chilly and frightened.

It would not even be an exaggeration to say that it was a painful spasm.

Zhang Feng's laughter was regular. At the beginning, his voice was very quiet and even. Slowly, his voice became stronger and wider, as if the all-devouring evil ghost was constantly laughing in the abyss of hell.

At the same time, something strange happened.

The moment they saw Zhang Feng's smile, many of the living dead stood still and laughed crazily with him.

Although their voices were extremely hoarse, they laughed regardless of the weather.

It seems like nothing in the world can stop them.

Facing the laughter, Zhang Feng began to wave the sharp mountaineering pickaxe in his hand.

The first living dead that stood in front of him became his test pickaxe tool.

The thunder is applause, the lightning is cheering, and the raindrops are the audience.

The sound of "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, tick, tick, tick" of rain complemented each other with the extremely terrifying laughter.

The pickaxe drew a ferocious arc in mid-air, and the sharp pickaxe pierced the monster's head easily like piercing tofu.

Black blood sputtered out and stained Zhang Feng's face, neck, and clothes.

He didn't care. When the tip of the pickaxe penetrated the living dead's head, Zhang Feng's eyes even showed enthusiasm.

The smile on his face remains the same, and the killing on his hands continues.

In just five seconds, the double pickaxes in Zhang Feng's hands penetrated the heads of seven living dead.

Laughter and killing coexist.

Blood and yellow lumps hung on the manuscript and dripped to the ground.

The last living dead managed to survive for five seconds. When it came to its senses, it finally let out a low roar.

At this moment, the mountaineering pickaxe held in Zhang Feng's left hand was still inserted into the head of a living dead.

"Well--!"

The sound in its throat appeared, and he successfully attracted Zhang Feng's attention.

Suddenly, his whole body trembled, his neck shrank, his smile faded, he said in a frightened voice, "You are so scary, you scared me!"

The next moment, a man big enough to show all his teeth appeared on Zhang Feng's face.

Zhang Feng pulled out the flashlight taped to his arm and thrust it into its throat. The light was still on, and the light came out from its facial features from the inside, turning its head into a desk lamp.

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Zhang Feng suppressed it with only one hand, pinched its mouth with his big hand and forced it down on the chair.

The sound of impact and friction is like beautiful music.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

It waves its arms.

The living dead tried to struggle to get up, making hoarse sounds from their mouths.

Then... Zhang Feng lowered his head and slowly approached its ear.

Listening to the faint whimpering from its mouth, Zhang Feng said softly: "Shh, keep your voice down~~ Hee hee!"

"You made me pull!!!!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Feng raised his other hand and waved the manuscript, like pounding rice cakes, and smashed its head.

Time after time, flesh and blood flew, as if making a meat paste.

"Dong dong dong!"

“Dong dong dong!!!”

Zhang Feng is concentrating on his madness.

He had no idea that Tian Yue had been dumbfounded.

She couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and even forgot that behind the suitcase she was holding in her hand, there were many villains who wanted to kill her.

"Buzz!!!"

The suitcase in her hand was finally sawed to pieces when she was stunned.

There was severe pain in the abdomen, and Tian Yue collapsed the moment he was scratched by the sawtooth.

Despite this, a large vertical cut was still made on her abdomen, and blood overflowed and spread rapidly.

Forced to exit the state possessed by a supernatural object, Tian Yue covered her abdomen. Her face was pale, and blood was slowly overflowing from her fingers.

While retreating, she stepped on Zhang Feng's suitcase lying on the ground.

People tripped and fell.

Her back hit the wall of the carriage hard, and her body couldn't stop going weak.

Due to being possessed by a supernatural being for a long time, she now only feels sore all over her body and is too soft to move.

My muscles are throbbing and my abdomen is bleeding.

My mind is terribly confused.

Damn...so careless.

The grinning villain broke through the defense line, and a large number of villains squeezed in, but they were piled on top of each other.

Only the little white man who rushed in first was spared.

It opened its mouth and let out a heart-wrenching laughter.
To be continued...