Chapter 424: Laughed

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When Wang Ping'an passed through No. 91, it was found that it had collapsed, and No. 92 was not much better. The wall of the three-story villa had many cracks.
"Hello, is there anyone in the family?" Wang Ping'an stood in front of the gate and patted the door very politely.
Bang bang, only three shots, the metal gate fell to the ground with a bang, dust.
Wang Ping'an was embarrassed, looked at his palm, and doubted that his power had become stronger again.
"Ah ... help!" There seemed to be a terrified scream in the room, and the soul was shaking like a ghost.
"It's good to say that it's not dead yet." Wang Ping's breath relieved, stepping on the metal gate and slowly walking towards the villa building.
"Don't come here, I have called the police. If you take one more step, I'm welcome." Inside the house, there was a threatening voice from a middle-aged woman.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm a friendly army. Look, I have a picture of you." Wang Pingping lifted the phone picture and explained seriously.
"I don't believe it, I don't listen, I don't read it." The woman issued a refusal for three consecutive times.
"Mom, you'd better take a look. He really has your picture in his hand." The voice of a 13-year-old girl reminded weakly.
"Huh? Really? Look at the telescope for Mom." The middle-aged woman said, leaning against a window on the second floor and secretly observing.
Wang Ping'an feels helpless. He is rarely a good person, but nobody believes?
In this world, it is too cold, and the basic trust between people is gone.
The next door next door started to fight again. It seems that because of Wang Ping's existence, tens of thousands of practitioners deliberately led the zombies to courtyard 92.
Ten thousand cultivators are skeptical and want to bring Wang Ping'an into the battle.
"Hello, have you seen it well? After a while, the zombies are really coming, and I can't save you. One saved, but not necessarily two," Wang Ping urged.
"Brother, there are three of us here, my parents and me." The girl reminded again.
"Oh, then I will only save your mother." Wang Ping An knew that this was a little cousin, Wan Jiayi, the daughter of her aunt, and her cousin Su Wei had just taken a photo of their family.
"Why only save my mother? I look much prettier than my mother, and I'm still younger. You don't think about it anymore?" Wan Jiayi shouted in disbelief.
Pa, oops.
The sound of slap on the body, accompanied by a scream from Wan Jiayi, ended her boast.
"Who the are you? Why do you have a picture of me?" The aunt Su Ziyu asked more doubtfully after confirming with the telescope in the villa.
"Where are there so many questions, why are you one hundred thousand? Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Wang Ping'an, and my grandfather Su Yuanchao asked me to save you. If you call Su Ziyu, that's right. "
Wang Ping's shouted half impatiently, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet.
"My dad is your grandfather ...? Oh, I remember, are you a child of the second sister's family?" Su Ziyu finally realized, knowing the identity of the young man in front of her.
At this moment, with a bang, several figures were as fast as lightning, knocking the high wall between Courtyard 91 and Courtyard 92 apart.
Several embarrassed figures were chased and killed by the zombie Bashan Daoist to the No. 92 courtyard and came to Wang Ping'an.
"You ... too much noise? Do you want me to save my life?" Wang Ping frowned and spoke to them very unhappy.
The roar, the zombie Bashan Taoist, has been killed with blood, his eyes are red, and he has lost his nature. Two pointed fangs are exposed outside the mouth, extremely cruel.
He didn't even pay attention to Wang Ping's words, and didn't raise his head. He rushed to the nearest ten thousand old man.
Ding, the long sword in the old man's hand, stabbed in the head of the zombie.
But the sound made of gold stone did not hurt him. With the roar of the zombies, the sword suddenly broke.
The zombie's claws had crushed the old man's heart, and by the way, he drank the blood from him.
Wang Ping'an can clearly feel that every time he absorbs a person's blood, the flames on the zombie will be stronger and the dark clouds in the sky will be lower.
Boom, a thick lightning bolt, suddenly fell on the zombie's head.
Lazy, the zombies shivered, their noses and mouths were smoking, and their bodies smelled bad, but after a few seconds, they returned to normal, roaring in the sky, and the flames were more arrogant and fierce.
Wang Ping'an can feel that this zombie is much stronger than when he first woke up, and even ordinary thunderbolt can't help him.
However, the wisdom of the Bashan Taoist people is getting more and more confused. If the killing continues, I am afraid that it will never be able to restore the appearance of reason.
Reminiscent of the isolation of the outside world, someone must have set a trap for this zombie, and also set a trap for the Wan family. They want to use the life and blood of the Wan family to corrode the last point of wisdom of the Bashan Taoist.
"It's the ghosts of the gate faction who controlled the corpse?" Wang Ping frowned, thinking in his heart.
The Bashan Taoist killed his red eyes and flew another 10,000 old man, but he rushed towards the king safely.
Two claws like hooks, grabbing Wang Ping's neck.
Wang Ping'an also grabbed the two paws of the zombie and said angrily: "Even if I dare to attack, you just sucked blood, isn't it bile?"
After scolding, Wang Pingan kicked on the belly of Bashan Taoist, slammed him, kicked him tens of meters away, and fell back to the No. 90 courtyard.
Seeing Wang Pingan kicking the zombie so far, he never saw Wang Ping's family of ten thousand people, and he was shocked to the heavens. There were three old men, and he knelt down.
"This senior, please save our Wanjia family, no matter what the conditions, we will promise you. We Wanjia low-key development for hundreds of years, good ties, can not break the incense at this time, break the inheritance . "
"Your family is low-key? Are you close to each other? Ha ha, I'm yuck." Wang Ping'an was too lazy to ignore them, and just saw her aunt Su Ziyu came downstairs with her husband and daughter, and immediately greeted him.
"This predecessor didn't believe us? Is there any misunderstanding between them? Dongting, have you seen him before and understand what is going on?" The old man asked in confusion.
"There's no misunderstanding. It's that we almost got up and killed or killed. Do you understand now?" Wan Dongting said guilty.
"..." Understand your sister, you may be a little reliable. The only hope of a savior in Wanjia is not expected now.
At this time, Wan Jiayi, who had just come downstairs, said hesitantly: "Are you really my cousin? You are so powerful, such a cruel zombie, actually kicked by you? If you see this scene, my mother still Dare not come out. "
"Jiayi, shut up for me!" Su Ziyu threatened coldly.
"Don't quarrel, we are still the most important to escape now." The little uncle, who didn't know the name and had no sense of presence, persuaded him.
The uncle was a calm person. He looked white and clean and wore gold-colored glasses. He looked like a literate businessman. At this time, there was basically no negative reaction except for his legs shaking a little.
"Well, it makes sense, where are your cars, we drove out." Wang Ping said.
"There are two in the garage and two outside the gate ... To save time, let's drive the off-road vehicle outside the gate." Su Ziyu said quickly.
"Yes, let's go." Wang Ping'an said, and they will be taken away.
At this moment, an old man kneeling not far away suddenly shouted to his uncle: "Wan Qing, I am your cousin, you can't see death and save, your parents died early when you were a child, yes I gave you a lot of and urine. "
Wang Ping'an didn't hold back and laughed: "Poof ... Uncle, he actually fed you with feces, and his mind is simply too bad. Would you like me to avenge you? Beat him first? Then break both legs An arm or something? "