MTL - Beiyin Great Sage-Chapter 6 Fatty Han

  Chapter 6 Fatty Han

   I don’t know how long I’ve been here.

  The chaos in the forest finally subsided, and all those crazily biting corpses fell down, only a series of heavy gasps came.

  Zhou Jia was leaning against a big tree, covered in sweat, and felt weak, even the pan in his hand was unable to hold and fell to the ground.

"brother!"

   was resting, a black shadow came over and patted his shoulder with a big hand:

   "Awesome, you have dealt with five or six corpses by yourself, and the breath you got should be as good as a wolf-headed monster."

  The visitor is wide and fat, wearing casual clothes, smiling and handing over a cigarette:

   "One?"

   "I'm not used to it." Zhou Jia waved his hand, turned around and sat on a raised tree root beside him:

   "I don't know how to count, but it's definitely not as good as Brother Han. Fortunately, you are here, otherwise I don't know how many people will die."

   He is grateful for the tape, and also a little admired.

  Han Yonggui is the fat man who killed the three wolf-headed monsters before.

  Facing the mutated corpses this time, he also bears the brunt and attracts attention, knocking down a small piece of corpses by himself.

  At that time, this man was holding a stick in one hand and the car door that had been removed from nowhere in the other, and he smashed at the group of corpses indiscriminately.

   There were estimated to be ten corpses that fell in his hands.

  If it wasn't for him, I'm afraid there would be more chaos.

   "I'm also lucky, and I've got some gains ahead." Han Yonggui picked up a cigarette and said without force, while puffing:

   "It's a pity, coming to this kind of ghost place, otherwise, if I have the strength, I would still go to sales every day?"

"Hey!"

   "I don't know whether it is a disaster or a blessing."

   As he spoke, he patted the fat on his body.

  He is 1.8 meters tall, but he doesn't look tall. The main reason is that he is too fat, and he is also the fat that he has been eating and drinking with him in sales all these years.

  There is no advantage in modern society with a weight of more than 200 catties, but the chances of saving your life can be greatly increased here.

  Of course, it's also because his background is already good.

someone said,

  The most powerful martial arts superstar in China is Sammo Hung. The reason lies in his weight. He belongs to a unique gear.

  It is not unreasonable that most of the ancient generals had general belly.

   After chatting for a few words, the two lost interest in talking. Seeing everyone in the arena crying and chaotic, they looked a little dazed, confused about the future.

  This **** place!

   "Fatty, Zhou Jia."

   Jin Fu came over:

   "Someone suggested that the injured person should be separated separately. What do you think?"

   "Separate?" Fatty Han was taken aback:

   "Why separate? Who proposed it?"

   "President Guo over there." Huang Jinfu pointed to a fat middle-aged man in the distance, and continued:

   "Some people say that these corpses may be zombies in movies, and people who have been bitten may also mutate, so be careful."

   "This is not a movie!" Fatty Han frowned subconsciously, and glanced at the position of President Guo, with displeasure in his eyes:

   "He's the one who has a lot of shit."

   "You can't say that." Huang Jinfu shook his head:

"Safety first."

   "For the sake of safety, I think these corpses should be burned first." Zhou Jia said on the side, pointing to the corpses on the ground:

   "What if they come back to life?"

  No one knows why these corpses come back to life, they can move after death, and there is no guarantee that they will not wake up without a head.

   "Yes!" Huang Jinfu's expression changed:

   "This is the reason."

   As he spoke, he arranged for people to gather up the corpses and prepare to burn them.

  He should be in a management position in the city, arrange people in an orderly manner, and even take the lead, so that people will not be annoying.

   After a while.

  Accompanied by the flames soaring into the sky, the remaining group of people stood up one after another. Under the light of the flames, they showed sadness, confusion, pain, and different expressions.

   Finally, everyone voted and decided to temporarily separate the injured from the uninjured.

  Hong Jinfu found a red blanket, cut it into strips, and tied each injured person to his arm.

   At the same time, observe the situation at any time.

   Once there is a change...

   We can only talk about it when the time comes.

  ...

  In the forest, cars were placed in disorder, and the messy tire marks showed the chaos at that time, and many vines and branches covered the car body.

  Here, there is no difference between a luxury car worth more than one million yuan and a magic car worth tens of thousands of dollars. They are all waste products!

   "Crack!"

   Fatty Han unloaded the door panel from a car and handed it to Zhou Jia:

   "If you are in danger, this thing should be stronger than the frying pan in your hand, even those wolf-headed monsters can't break it."

   "Take it!"

   "Yeah." Zhou Jia nodded, stretched out his hand to take it, looked at the stick in the opponent's hand, and asked curiously:

   "Brother Han, where did you get the stick in your hand?"

  The stick in the opponent's hand was about one meter long, the part held in the hand was thinner, and the other end was extremely thick, like a big pimple.

   It looks full of weight.

  Especially the place where it is held by the hand has a bright surface, while the place where it is hit has irregular bumps, it doesn't look like something picked up casually.

   "This thing." Fatty Han waved the stick in his hand and said:

   "It was taken from a wolf-headed monster. Although it is inconspicuous, it is very hard and not heavy."

   "You took it?" Zhou Jia's expression changed.

   "I know what you're thinking." Fatty Han is obviously an old smoker, holding a cigarette in one hand to light the fire, squinting his eyes and puffing:

   "Those wolf-headed monsters may have... the ability to use tools, but since they cannibalize people, they can't do anything good."

  Zhou Jia nodded silently.

  He was just afraid, since this stick can be made, can the wolf-headed monster make other things, or has an organized tribe?

  If this is the case, it will be troublesome if you encounter it again.

   "That's right." Fatty Han interrupted his meditation:

   "Do you feel burned?"

   "Burnt fire?" Zhou Jia shook his head:

"what is that?"

   "One kind..." Fatty Han frowned. He didn't know how to explain it, so he could only gesture back and forth with one hand:

   "How should I put it, it's a kind of... a feeling of suddenly becoming stronger, breaking some kind of... limit, just like this!"

   As he spoke, he suddenly swung his fist towards the side beam of the car beside him.

   "Peng!"

   There was a muffled sound, and the hard stringer was actually dented by his fist.

   You know, this place is one of the hardest parts of the car, mainly to prevent accidental collisions. This car is a domestic car, and it is full of materials.

   "Hiss..."

   Fatty Han gritted his teeth and rubbed his fists:

   "Good guy, it seems that the fist is not hard enough."

  Zhou Jia was a little stunned. If this punch landed on a person, he might be able to punch him in the stomach!

   "Don't be envious."

   Fatty Han recovered, patted him on the shoulder, and said:

   "You should be there soon. After killing one or two wolf-headed monsters, you will be able to do it after you feel that burning body."

   "More than strength..."

   "At that time, the fighting ability and speed will have a leap-like improvement. With us, without training, you can also be a top boxer."

   "If I don't use weapons, I'm going to deal with ordinary people now, and it's absolutely no problem for one to hit ten!"

  Although he came to this strange world and was full of confusion about the future, the real power in him still made Fatty Han excited.

   Zhou Jia didn't rest much all day and night, and his spirit was always tense, and he didn't know how much he had changed.

Now.

  Fatty Han's performance finally made him wake up.

  Hands clenched their fists, a sense of strength erupted from the muscles, and instantly flowed through the whole body, causing the handshake of the frying pan to be deformed.

   This power...

  Although you can't compare with the opponent, you can kill someone with one punch!

   "Fatty, Zhou Jia." In the distance, Jin Fu greeted:

   "Come here and discuss how to go next?"

  (end of this chapter)