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[084] Purple-haired zombie, the real destination of the witch(2/2)

In just a few moves, the purple-haired zombie was suppressed by Ning Xiu at a disadvantage.

And just as he fought with the purple-haired zombie, Zhao Wanwan pulled Wu Changyong's arm and said, "Master, this is a good opportunity, it's time for us to do it."

"Okay." Wu Changyong nodded and immediately ran to the open square-corner purple gold coffin with the only remaining people around him.

When they came to the coffin and looked inside, they saw that the entire square-cornered purple gold coffin was filled with various treasures.

There are weapons, pots, jewelry...

Wu Changyong's eyes were so hot: "It's really a treasure."

The reason why he acted like this in secret was not for these things. Although something unexpected happened in the process, the result was the same as expected.

Even if he was discovered by the Demon-Suppressing Guard, as long as he left with these treasures, Wu Changyong could abandon the gold mine and go to another place to live again.

And with these funeral objects from Grandpa Yin, his wealth will be far richer than it is now.

"Hurry up, everyone will take some. While the Demon-Suppressing Captain is still fighting with the zombies, we will quickly take the things and leave." Wu Changyong hurriedly ordered.

His subordinates immediately did it, but at this moment, Zhao Wanwan, who had been showing tenderness and gentleness, became subtle. She reached out and took out a treasure in the coffin and started playing with it.

This is a helmet-shaped treasure with a crystal texture and looks like it is for use by soldiers.

Seeing this, Wu Changyong planned to reach out and take the thing over, and said verbally: "The beauty is not playing with her. Take it away first and leave it later."

But what he never expected was that Zhao Wanwan smiled and directly put the helmet on Wu Changyong's head with force.

"Don't, don't make a fuss, take it off quickly." Wu Changyong was stunned and felt that after putting his helmet on his head, it began to automatically shrink, and his head became tighter and tighter.

"Save me, hurry up and help me get this off."

This made Wu Changyong feel extremely frightened. After hearing the shout, his subordinates immediately approached and tried to help, but after taking a look at Zhao Wanwan.

These subordinates, who were originally loyal to Wu Changyong, stopped their actions and directly ignored Wu Changyong's miserable wail.

As the helmet continued to shrink, Wu Changyong's head quickly squeezed, and finally a large amount of blood flowed out from the junction of his head and the helmet, dripping to the ground unstoppable, and soon made blood scars on the ground.

"ah!!!!"

Under such a severe squeezing pain, Wu Changyong could no longer hold on. After a scream, he completely died and his body fell to the ground and disappeared.

The four Taoist priests witnessed all this, but their bodies could not react at all.

"Treasure, everything is all you are making trouble!"

"Mr. Wu has any deep hatred with you, you actually hurt him like this."

Facing the scolding of the four Taoist priests, Zhao Wanwan smiled indifferently: "You will find out soon."

She reached out and took off the helmet from Wu Changyong's head, and she could see that Wu Changyong's head had been squeezed into a very twisted shape, and the skull had been crushed by huge force, and the red and white flowed all over the floor.

Zhao Wanwan didn't care at all and continued to put her helmet on the head of one of Wu Changyong's subordinates next to her.

The other party was controlled by Zhao Wanwan and would not resist at all, allowing the helmet to begin to shrink on his head, just like Wu Changyong just now.

Woo woo woo woo woo!

After squeezing the two of them to death one after another, a strange low sound soon sounded, and finally a dull man's face appeared on the surface of the helmet.

"Who woke our family up?" the man opened his pale eyes and asked in an extremely sharp and cold voice.

"A descendant of Zhao Mian, a adopted daughter of the Golden Snake Party, Zhao Wanwan has met Nine Thousand Years!"
Chapter completed!
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