Mysterious world, I have special understanding

Chapter 27 What the hell!

"Silver, give me my silver back, give me my silver back."

"That's the money I left for Lin Er to get married."

A hoarse voice sounded in his throat, and the old man with corpse spots came slowly with a bamboo stick.

For a time, Ji Que felt like he was falling into an ice cellar, and his body became a lot stiffer.

Seeing the old man coming, he couldn't help shouting, "Don't come here!"

"Silver, give me my silver back," the old woman repeated.

Ji Que was terrified for a while, but when he thought of silver, he suddenly became irritated and retorted: "My silver is mine, what does it have to do with you?"

As soon as the old woman heard it, the corpse spots on her face became more and more intense. She was old-fashioned and quickened, and the bamboo pole in her hand pointed to Ji Que's chest.

This rod is not fast, but it has a strong taste.

The old woman seemed to have seen the tragic state of the young man when his ribs were broken.

She knew very well that the teenager could not dodge the blow because his body was frozen.

With a clatter, the bamboo pole was firmly attached to the boy's chest, but the scene where the skin was torn to the bone did not appear in the imagination.

The boy's skin had an oily silky feel, and the bamboo pole actually slid out along the skin.

Before the old woman could react, a fist shadow the size of a sandbag whistled and smashed.

There was a muffled sound, and the hunched figure of the old woman was smashed to the side, her dry face surging like a wave, and her nose was sunken.

Without any pause, Ji Que dragged a bench next to him and smashed it on the old man's head.

With a snap, the old man was smashed to the ground, and then the bench slammed down again.

The next moment, the whistling bench stopped in the air, and the old woman with one hand pinched the foot of the bench, her throat rolled, and she laughed.

Her gray hair was messy, but new black hair grew out of it, and with her face sunken by a punch, it was like a ghost.

As a result, her weird laughter stopped abruptly not long after it started.

Because a brick suddenly hit the back of her head, it was called a sturdy one.

The old woman was smashed to the ground, and Ji Que turned around to greet him with punches and kicks.

"Said not to deceive people! Say not to deceive people!"

"fraud!"

"Old liar!"

The ground trembled, dust was flying, the old woman was pounded, and the surrounding temperature rose a little.

As a result, in the next instant, the old woman's right hand suddenly struck out, as fast as lightning, directly hitting Ji Que's throat.

"what!"

A painful moan sounded, and the old woman's fist hit a pair of scissors, and black blood flowed.

At this time, Ji Que's figure flickered, and he had come to her side, his left hand quickly clasped her chin, and his right hand pulled from the back of his head.

The old woman's body was suddenly tossed like a handful of crops, and she hit the ground heavily, smashing the ground.

She struggled to get up, but Ji Que hit her on the forehead with an elbow, making her return to her place.

After that, there was a loud banging sound.

At this time, Ji Que's fists no longer mean to use softness to overcome rigidity, and to fight fast with slowness, like a hurricane, fast and violent.

In just ten breaths, the old woman had been hit by hundreds of punches in the head.

With a bang, when the last punch fell, the old woman's head had completely sunk into the ground, and her entire face was no longer in human form.

Ji Que got up, waved his hand, and the blood on his fist splattered on the ground.

At this time, he was slightly sweating, his clothes were sticking to his skin, and his muscles were extremely smooth, with a cheetah-like beauty.

This is what a scholar should be like, after all, there are so many unreasonable people in this world.

Before comprehending "Jiyi·Taijiquan", Ji Que paid great attention to his ability to hit and be beaten, and now he has climbed several floors.

Just when he breathed back and was about to make up for the knife, the old woman whose head had been smashed suddenly folded and stood up.

The next moment, she turned her body around and rushed like a long worm.

With the sudden change, Ji Que quickly retreated.

The old woman's body suddenly became flexible and fell to the ground, and she swung it again, and suddenly wrapped around Ji Que's feet like a rope.

Ji Que only felt that his feet were tripped by a force of skill, and his body suddenly became unbalanced and fell to the ground.

The old woman wriggled and quickly dragged Ji Que across the ground, her battered face showing a strange smile again.

The next moment, her worm-like body violently slammed into the wall with Ji Que's body.

As a result, only a light click was heard, and the wall did not move at all.

Ji Que's whole person seemed to suddenly turn into a piece of drawing paper and stick it on the wall.

The old woman's grotesque face once again had a strange expression.

What the hell!

The next moment, Ji Que, who was originally like a painting, returned to normal, twisting his feet, bringing a force of rotation.

With a bang, the wall burst, and there was a human-shaped pothole.

Ji Que, who was originally attached to the wall, returned to the ground, but the old woman was smashed into the wall instead.

As soon as the old woman twisted her body, she wanted to break free from the wall, but Ji Que was quick to grasp her neck and pulled back.

Her flexible waist was suddenly folded in half, her head was pulled through her crotch, and she couldn't help but let out a shrill roar.

"Cough cough!"

Her roar was interrupted all of a sudden, because his neck had been pulled to the thigh by Ji Que, and it was tied into a dead knot.

The old woman's face finally showed a look of fear, her head rubbed on the ground for a while, and rushed out like a snake.

She is running away!
Under the closed door, there was a three-finger-wide gap, and the old woman trembled, and she was about to squeeze out of it like a lump of swollen flour.

Seeing that half of her body had squeezed out of the door, at this moment, she suddenly felt her ankle tighten and someone grabbed her.

With a snap, the old woman didn't hesitate, twisted her right foot like a gecko's tail, and continued to crawl out.

Ji Que stood in the room, holding a lonely stinky foot, and was stunned for a moment.

At this time, the old woman's broken body had already squeezed out of the door, and she was about to continue to escape, away from this terrifying scholar.

As a result, only a bang was heard, and a fist suddenly penetrated the wall covered by ghosts, and pinched the old woman's head with precision, a drag!
So, the old woman was forcibly dragged back like a piece of noodles.

The hole was only the size of a fist, so her body was instantly squeezed into a long worm shape.

The next moment, the old woman bit the wall with her teeth, trying to avoid being forcibly dragged in.

The last rays of the setting sun reflected on her battered face, full of fear.

Immediately afterwards, the expression of fear was also distorted.

I only heard a bang, and the old woman's head was pulled in with her thighs, and only two front teeth were left flying and fell outside the door. The picture was a little weird for a while.

It's going to be completely dark.
　Readers who have seen this, please follow up on the subsequent chapters. Follow-up reading is very important for new books.

　　
　
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