In Tianbao Shopping Center, all the trapped people were shocked!

Where did this ruthless man with the Big Gray Wolf mask come from?

It’s so fierce!

With a fire ax in hand, he kept going in circles and hacked to death several people!

Everyone had mixed expressions of anticipation and fear, staring at Zhang Tong wearing the Big Big Wolf mask!

There is no other way, the hope of life lies in this big brother.

It's not that these trapped people didn't think about escaping, but those who escaped all died!

It seems that as long as they don't run away, the Ghost King and Zhizharen will not kill them for the time being!

Under such circumstances, all they could do was tremble and pray in their hearts.

But what they didn't know was that Zhang Tong was not as fierce as they seemed.

It is definitely an extremely dangerous thing to go around in circles with such a large number of paper-throwing people to ensure that you are not surrounded by them.

Even with the help of spiritual power, Zhang Tong was almost surrounded by people with paper punches several times!

The most important thing is that Zhang Tong knows very well that as his physical strength is gradually depleted, if the police's power is not enough, he will have to confess here sooner or later.

And by that time, if the so-called Ghost King is allowed to complete a certain ritual, the police will probably destroy them all when they come!

"Damn it!"

"Why aren't you here yet?"

"The operator won't take my words as a joke, will he?"

If the operator really didn't take Zhang Tong's words seriously, the situation would be even more dangerous.

With a gloomy look on his face, Zhang Tong took advantage of his flexibility and walked around the mall with a large number of paper sticks.

And at this moment, a voice that was extremely familiar to him suddenly sounded from the second floor.

"Brother Tong, help!"

Listening to that familiar voice, Zhang Tong's expression became ugly:

"Zhao Wende is on the second floor? How the hell did he get in?"

Zhang Tong is really in a bad mood right now. One against five is already difficult enough, but suddenly having a pig teammate makes things even worse.

However, Zhang Tong had no intention of giving up on his pig teammates. After all, they were getting to know each other, and since he still had some energy left, Zhang Tong asked himself that he still couldn't sit idly by.

While running, Zhang Tong quickly took a look at the surrounding environment and the areas covered with paper.

Then he gritted his teeth and rushed towards the elevator.

Like a vigorous cheetah, Zhang Tong used incredible dexterity to avoid being chased by a large number of paper-jammed people, and quickly ran to the second floor along the out-of-service elevator.

His gaze swept across the entire second floor, and finally Zhang Tong's gaze settled on a shop.

From Zhang Tong's position, he could vaguely see a paper-tied man in the shop, slowly walking towards the inside.

Boom, boom, boom!

The streamlined muscles all over his body exerted force, and Zhang Tong rushed into the shop like a sharp arrow.

He slashed at the paper-pricked man with his back turned to him with an axe.

There was a muffled sound, and the ax cut through the paper on the surface. A large amount of black air spurted out, and before he had taken a few steps, he shriveled to the ground.

"Brother Tong!!"

At the same time, Zhao Wende's heartbreaking voice sounded.

Looking in the direction of the source of the sound, he saw a pale-faced Zhao Wende, who didn't know what he had gone through. He had a pair of dark circles under his eyes and looked at him with fear.

"How did you get in?"

"You weren't affected by that weird power?"

"Where are the police? Did you see the police when you came?"

Time was in a hurry, and Zhang Tong couldn't care about anything else. He threw the fire ax in his hand, picked up Zhao Wende, and asked quickly.

"Brother Tong, I was brought in by Thor's Hammer."

"There's something wrong with this Thor's hammer..."

Zhao Wende, who was helped up by Zhang Tong, looked at Mjolnir standing on the ground with a horrified look on his face, completely losing his previous excitement.

"Thor's hammer?"

Zhang Tong followed Zhao Wende's gaze and subconsciously looked towards Mjolnir standing on the ground.

It was still the titanium alloy handicraft he remembered, with nothing different about it.

"Brother Tong, something is wrong with this thing!"

"You'll know when you pick it up. I used it to fly up to the second floor, but I didn't have any strength at all."

As if he was afraid that Zhang Tong would not believe him, Zhao Wende quickly explained in a crying voice.

"Using Thor's hammer, he flew to the second floor?"

There was a fleeting look of confusion on Zhang Tong's face, and he subconsciously looked at Zhao Wende. He didn't look like he was scared out of his mind.

Is there really something wrong with this Thor's hammer?

After helping Zhao Wende to the chair in the fitting room, Zhang Tong walked towards Mjolnir, grabbed Mjolnir, and then lifted it hard.

"Um?"

An expression of surprise appeared on Zhang Tong's face. With his own strength, he was unable to lift Thor's hammer, which looked as perfect as a work of art.

But before Zhang Tong could think more, there was a banging sound behind him.

With his muscles tense, Zhang Tong turned his head sharply.

What caught my eye was Zhao Wende twitching constantly in the fitting room.

"Is he looking like this... because I just tried to get Mjolnir?"

Zhang Tong looked at Zhao Wende, and then at Thor's Hammer, which was motionless in his hand, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

If my guess is correct, this Thor's hammer is really weird.

It's like... if you forcefully move Thor's hammer, you will squeeze Zhao Wende dry.

"No more! I don't want any more!"

"Brother Tong, this hammer belongs to you. Isn't it okay if I don't want it anymore?"

As he pulled out his whole body, Zhao Wende felt that he was about to die, and the last trace of reluctance for Mjolnir in his heart disappeared in an instant.

And the moment Zhao Wende finished speaking, Zhang Tong suddenly felt that Thor's hammer in his hand suddenly became lighter.

He tried to pick up Mjolnir, and this time it went extremely smoothly. During this process, Zhang Tong's eyes were always focused on Zhao Wende.

"He gave up, so it won't affect him?"

Not seeing Zhao Wende continuing to be in pain, Zhang Tong suddenly had such an idea in his mind.

But soon, this idea was replaced by deep doubts.

Mjolnir is too light in my hand!

wrong!

I can’t say it’s too light, I can only say that the weight of Mjolnir that I feel is the weight that suits me best.

"Could it be that this thing is really the same as the one in the movie?"

"It's just...that there are some negative effects?"

Zhang Tong's eyes flickered as he listened to the laughter and footsteps coming from outside. After his face changed for a while, Zhang Tong still couldn't put down Thor's hammer.

Not only did he not put down Mjolnir, he even picked up the fire ax that was on the table.

Hammer in left hand, ax in right hand.

Zhang Tong glanced at Zhao Wende in the fitting room and said in a deep voice:

"Close the door and pretend to be dead inside."

"If this hammer is as weird as you say, we might still be able to survive."

After saying that, Zhang Tong took the initiative to run outside the store.
Chapter completed!