Chapter 89 Heavenly Master Fu Mo

"Ah!" Wang Weizhen, who was covered with blood, pinched Drought's neck with red eyes, and the other hand roughly stuffed the copper coin into its mouth. But the next moment, his arm broke away from his body and slowly threw it into the air...

pu wa......

A mouthful of blood foam gushed out of his mouth, and Wang Weizhen laughed loudly.

pu wa......

The two hands of the drought passed directly through his body and splashed out. There were still some fragments of internal organs, and the blue-purple intestines had already been scattered all over the ground.

But Wang Weizhen still used his last bit of strength to hold the drought tightly and never let go.

"Quick! Prick it down!" Wang Weizhen pointed to his heart and shouted.

"You... what do you need!" Zhang En and Pu Tianshi's sword is in hand, which is really difficult to grasp.

"Quick! ...If you don't stab...it's too late..." Wang Weizhen endured the severe pain of the split body and moaned.

"Good!" Zhang En Pu gritted his teeth, and his eyes were full of tears: "Mr. Wang's merits are boundless. Zhang Enpou will remember it in the future."

After saying that, the Tianshi sword quickly stabbed the place where Wang Weizhen pointed.

After a dull sound, the tip of the sword passed through Wang Weizhen's body without hindrance, and the drought behind him was also opened a hole.

Once the corpse gas leaks out with the wound, the drought is no longer invulnerable. This is its Achilles' heel. Zhang Enpu's sword trembled, and the sword blade cut off the drought's head with endless hatred.

With a bang, the dry body finally fell to the ground and could no longer move.

Zhang Enpu gasped, put a charm on the body of the drought, and then shouted to the people who were hiding outside the house far away: "Take this out and be sure to burn it into ashes with fire."

"As for the one who was bitten by the drought, apply it externally with aged glutinous rice mixed with snake medicine, take three taels of yellow rice wine, and it will be cured in three days."

People outside the house said yes and walked away with the drought. Zhang Enpou shook his head, squatted down, held Wang Weizhen's hand, and sighed, "Why are you doing this?"

"Hey hey, you don't understand..." Wang Weizhen spit out two mouthfuls of blood. Everyone knows that he is no longer sure to save his life.

"Alas!" Zhang En Pu clenched his hand.

"Lao Wang, Lao Wang..." Liu Dashao shook his arm and choked.

"Young master, can you promise me one thing?" Wang Weizhen took a strong breath, but he didn't swallow it. Obviously, his wish was not over.

"Don't die, don't you? I won't call you an old liar in the future. I'll find you a daughter-in-law..." Liu Dashao shouted.

"After I die...... me and your mother-in-law... bury..." Before the last sentence was said, Wang Weizhen's eyes turned over and he died.

Liu Dashao knew what he meant. He wanted to be close to Mrs. Fan after death and talk to make up for his debts during his death.

In fact, even if he doesn't say it, he will do it himself.

Wang Banxian's hand is cold, just like Liu Dashao's heart.

"Young master, my condolences! We still have something to do." Zhang Enpu patted him on the shoulder from behind.

"Isn't it all over?"

"Ha ha" Zhang Enpuri shook his head: "This is not an end, it's just a beginning!"

"What do you mean?" Liu Dashao raised his head in constersment.

Zhang Enpou waved his hand: "Let the villagers carry out Mr. Wang's body!" Let's go to the yard and I'll explain it to you.

In the yard, several villagers were cleaning up the mess on the ground. Bai Erlu and Heishan were lying on a pair of stretchers. Someone was dressing them. Village Chief Tian and Village Chief Zhao were chatting there smoking a dry cigarette. Seeing Zhang En Pu coming out, they quickly stood up and expressed their gratitude.

Zhang En Pu also said a few polite words to them, but said nothing. I just ordered them to bury Wang Banxian first.