The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Just then, he heard his junior apprentice's shout and looked in the direction of the trembling finger.

In the distance, at the corner of the administration building, a small group of people appeared at some unknown time.

A man, leading several women, stood quietly at the edge of the horde of zombies, as if taking a stroll in his own backyard.

They were neither surrounded nor did they flee in panic; they simply watched the hellish scene unfold with indifference.

Wang Meng raised an eyebrow.

In just that brief glance, he recognized the man as Zhang Cuishan.

He came in too?

A hint of mockery played at the corners of his lips, forming a cold, sardonic curve.

Wang Meng had absolutely no intention of joining in the fun or acting as a chivalrous knight-errant.

"Better to die than to die, my fellow Daoists." What does it have to do with him that these self-proclaimed righteous sects are in such a desperate situation?

"gone."

Without turning his head, he muttered something under his breath, completely ignoring the fierce fighting on the teaching building, and continued walking towards the school bus not far away with the women behind him.

However, these struggling Wudang disciples clearly had no intention of letting go of what seemed to be their only "lifeline".

On the rooftop, Zhang Cuishan watched Wang Meng's resolute departing figure from afar, as if he could clearly feel the silent mockery within him.

That face, which was originally quite handsome, was instantly filled with a ferocious expression twisted by despair and anger!

A surge of resentment and ruthlessness rose from the depths of his heart, completely burning away the last shred of reason that belonged to the "reputable sect".

"Quick! Use the Thousand-Mile Smoke!"

Zhang Cuishan gritted his teeth and shouted at a panting junior apprentice beside him, "Fire at them!"

Lure all those damn things over there!

Upon hearing this, the junior disciple trembled, his face showing disbelief: "Uncle-Master, this...this is absolutely impossible!"

"Without further ado!

Do you want us all to die here?

The will to survive ultimately prevailed over morality.

The young Taoist priest, his hands trembling, pointed the vermilion-lacquered bamboo tube toward Wang Meng and his group, and gritted his teeth as he pulled the fuse.

"call out--!"

With a sharp, piercing whistle, a blinding red light, trailing a long flame, shot up from the rooftop of the teaching building, tracing a precise parabola in mid-air before landing precisely a few dozen meters in front of Wang Meng and the others.

"boom!"

The bamboo tube exploded, and a fist-sized, scarlet smoke quickly spread out, along with a strong, almost fishy-sweet, strange aroma that instantly spread in all directions!

Almost at the same moment the strange fragrance spread, the thousands upon thousands of zombies that had been frantically climbing upwards suddenly stopped in their tracks.

The next second, they immediately abandoned the prey that was within their grasp and turned around abruptly.

Pairs of eyes—some rotten, some hollow, some crimson—instantly locked onto the source of the red smoke—Wang Meng and the women beside him.

Even the terrifying monster, which was as big as a small giant, stopped moving and slowly turned its huge head.

The brown-haired woman standing on the little giant's shoulder had a faint, amused smile on her bloodless lips, and her pupils were a terrifying pure white.

"Roar!"

The sound was incredibly shrill.

This also indirectly indicates the source of the scream that came not long ago.

With her silent command and a deafening roar, the entire horde of zombies, like a black flood bursting its banks, instantly abandoned its attack on the building and turned in unison, sweeping madly and irresistibly towards Wang Meng and his group!

The earth shook violently, and a putrid stench filled the air.

Wang Meng's face turned completely cold, his eyes no longer held a trace of mockery, but the corners of his mouth turned up, outlining a curve that was full of chilling murderous intent.

He didn't even glance at the surging mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood; instead, he suddenly grabbed at the crimson smoke spreading out in front of him!

In the blink of an eye, the spreading crimson mist seemed to have been locked onto by an invisible giant vacuum cleaner, suddenly contracting and stretching inward, transforming into a crimson stream of air that, with a sharp whistling sound, frantically converged towards the center of Wang Meng's palm at a speed visible to the naked eye!

In the blink of an eye, he compressed all the mist into a fist-sized, slightly pulsating, blood-red mist sphere.

Without even looking, he threw the ball of light behind him with a backhand motion!

"boom!"

The crimson orb exploded behind them, but instead of dissipating, it transformed into a flowing, semi-transparent scarlet barrier, like a giant curtain, instantly enveloping and isolating the figures and auras of the group.

"boarding!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Wang Meng moved!

He didn't give the women any time to react. With a swift movement, he grabbed both of them, including the still-shocked Takashiro Saya and the just-steady Mu Wanqing, and pulled them into his arms.

The two girls simultaneously let out a short gasp, and then their bodies froze.

They were held in place by Wang Meng's steel-like arms, but the large, hot, and hard rod that stood menacingly erect from his crotch pierced through their soft groin without warning. The brute force of the rod rubbed against the thin fabric, precisely pressing against their most private crevices, forcibly supporting their bodies in an incredibly humiliating yet incredibly stable manner.

Qin Hongmian, needless to say, the moment Wang Meng gave the order, her alluring figure had already transformed into a blur, and she rushed towards the school bus.

The purple-haired girl, Saeko Busujima, reacted quickly. Although she couldn't understand Chinese, she grabbed the still-dazed blonde school doctor, Shizuka Marikawa, and prepared to follow.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp crack, the heel of the high heels that Shizuka Marikawa was wearing, which were never meant for escaping, snapped off!

She lost her balance and was about to fall.

Seeing this, Wang Meng's eyes flashed with impatience. His free left hand shot out like lightning, grabbed Shizuka Marikawa by the back of her collar, lifted her up like a chick, and then, without any tenderness, threw her onto his spear!

This time, however, Shizuka Marikawa was face down, with her entire body being placed vertically on top of her.

With each step Wang Meng took, Shizuka Marikawa's body, which was resting on his spear, experienced a violent, bone-deep jolt.

The hard, burning head, through the thin nylon stockings, dug deeper into her soft buttocks with each thrust, stretching her buttocks into a shameful arc.

This unprecedented stimulation, a mixture of humiliation and a strange, tingling sensation, caused her to uncontrollably let out broken, distorted moans from deep within her throat.

"Mmm...ah...no...stop..."

Her consciousness was blank, a mixture of the instinct to survive and the desire to be forcibly awakened in her body.

In the chaos, her trembling arm reached out uncontrollably and actually grabbed the head of the evil "gun"!

The warm, elastic touch from her palm sent another shiver through her body, and her moans became even more cloying.

Now, Wang Meng is like a porter carrying buckets of water, with his unparalleled spear serving as a carrying pole, with Mu Wanqing hanging on the left, Takashiro Saya on the right, and finally, Shizuka Marikawa sitting on the other side.

Three women were thus "carried" by him alone on a carrying pole in an extremely shameful posture.

As he strode forward and ran quickly toward the bus, the three women's soft bodies bounced and swayed violently against his hard, iron-like penis.

Every step Wang Meng took was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the deepest part of the three women's nerves.

Takagi Saya and Mu Wanqing were forcibly supported by that hot, hard, and irresistible fulcrum. Every jolt ground sparks that were enough to burn away their reason at their softest and most sensitive core.

That tyrannical heat ignored their wishes and stubbornly spread upwards, leaving behind a strange, chilling tingling sensation wherever it passed.

Meanwhile, Shizuka Marikawa, sitting at the very back, was subjected to another form of intrusion.

Her buttocks were brutally stretched open by that terrifying hardness, and with each fall as the man ran, that burning heat would wedge deeper into her body, causing her to repeatedly rise and fall in the illusion of weightlessness and being penetrated.

Humiliation and fear are the outermost layer of ice, but beneath the ice, the body's most honest instincts are forcibly ignited, turning into flowing lava that scorches every inch of their skin.

The three women's minds were blank; they could only utter broken, suppressed sobs as this powerful man led them away from this place of death in an unimaginable way.

Wang Meng rushed to the wide-open door of the bus without slowing down at all!

His abdominal muscles suddenly tensed, and his whole body was like a fully drawn bow. The menacing spear that had been acting as a "carrying pole" was thrust upwards with a wild exertion of his waist, and then swung violently!

"Pfft!"

A loud, sticky, and slippery sound of water could be clearly heard amidst the roar of the engine and the howls of the zombies.

"Ahh!"

"Yeah!"

Saya Takagi, Wanqing Mu, and Shizuka Marikawa all let out a short, distorted scream at the same time.

The voice was a mixture of terror, shame, and a sharp, forceful sound that seemed to be forcibly torn from the deepest part of the body.

For Takashiro Saya and Mu Wanqing, the moment that scalding hot object suddenly withdrew from their already rubbed and wet bodies, it brought a tingling, electric shock-like sensation that seemed to pull their souls away, and two streams of warm hot springs gushed out uncontrollably at the same time.

As for Shizuka Marikawa, the huge gun head was violently pulled out from between her tight buttocks, and the "sharp" edge even ground hard against her most private valley, causing her whole body to tremble violently and her vision to go black.

Their bodies arced awkwardly through the air, like three broken rag dolls, before being tossed into the carriage and slammed onto the floor with a dull thud.

Wang Meng's spear, now freed from the shackles of the women's embrace, was covered in the sticky fluids of the three women, glistening in the dim light.

Without even glancing inside the car, he abruptly turned around, alone, facing the horde of corpses that had already rushed in front of him, their countless rotting claws outstretched!

"drive!"

There were just too many zombies, a dark mass that instantly engulfed him and the school bus behind him!

The engine roared to life instantly!

Almost at the same second that Wang Meng threw the three women onto the bus, Shizuka Kikukawa started the school bus at top speed.

Her legs went weak, but she pressed the accelerator hard. The steel behemoth roared in despair, like a mad bull, and charged straight into the sea of ​​corpses in front of it!

"Bang! Bang! Boom!"

The dull, dense sounds of impact blended together.

The foul-smelling black blood and shattered entrails instantly covered the entire windshield. The wipers swung wildly from side to side, but could only make the red and black filth even more blurred.

Outside the car, Wang Meng was already surrounded by a horde of zombies.

But instead of backing down, he charged into a flock of sheep like a tiger, launching a one-sided massacre.

He held the gun in one hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, while his other hand reached for the "javelin" he carried on his back.

The roars of the zombie horde, the cracking of joints, and the gurgling sounds from rotting throats blended into a nauseating symphony that assaulted the senses.

They drew nearer, and the zombies in the front row stretched out their claws, stained with black blood, their empty eye sockets burning with an endless craving for fresh flesh.