Most fish don't have such large scales, and they shouldn't grow on humans.
A village that cannot be left, a statue that brings death, and a strange disease that languishes people.
When something like this happens, Wang Jin will immediately think about Guitan.
only…
I used contact suppression, but Song He didn't get better.
There was no trace of contamination on the scales, and other residents except Paitou showed no reaction.
Even Liu Shuisheng and Xiaohua lived peacefully next door to Da Paitou without any signs of being affected by the strange objects.
"Hongshan..."
Wang Jin frowned and suddenly thought of another person.
Song He mentioned just now that Hongshan is also a villager here.
But he has survived to this day after leaving the fishing village, and can even chase and chop people at the train station.
Or, he has been away from here for less than a year.
Or, he found another way.
"Hongshan..."
Song He narrowed his eyes, as if he didn't want Wang Jin to see his innermost thoughts.
"The Mud Dragon King will only kill one person, and it must be a villager."
"Older men have the highest priority...and that year Hongshan lost his eight-year-old daughter."
"I can't figure out how he did it, but my dad should have figured it out."
Song He sighed and pointed at the haunted dragon on his body.
Having seen it with his own eyes more than a dozen times, he knew exactly what it meant to be targeted by the Mud Dragon King.
First, he experiences pain and fear, and finally faces inescapable death.
Both body and mind will be tortured.
The man destined to die was supposed to be Song Paitou, and Song He, who was suddenly left behind, didn't even have time to prepare a coffin for himself.
"Maybe my father escaped? It's actually good that he escaped."
Song He sighed and shook his head slightly.
"Hong Shan went crazy. He was worried that he would die on the day the Mud Dragon King arrived, and he was also afraid that he would be targeted by the Mud Dragon King when he returned to the village."
"So he wanted to kill everyone in the village, maybe then the Mud Dragon King would not appear again."
"I have nothing to do, I'm just a little worried about Shui Sheng and Xiao Hua, they are still too..."
"Does it take time for the Mud Dragon King to kill people?"
Wang Jin interrupted Song He.
He knew that people would have a strong desire to express themselves when faced with this inevitable death.
They didn't want to die like this, but there was nothing they could do.
So these people want to leave something behind in the world.
But time is running out now, and Wang Jin must act quickly.
"need."
Song He was stunned. He couldn't figure out what Wang Jin planned to do, but he still told what he knew.
"The Mud Dragon King can live for seven days at the door and three days after passing through the courtyard. If it enters the house... it will only live for one day."
Song He checked the situation on himself as he spoke, hesitated for a moment and then spoke slowly.
"Judging from the progress of the haunted dragon, it is estimated that it will come tonight."
"I advise you to go somewhere else and wait. Maybe my father will be back in a few days."
Song He smiled and issued an order to expel the guests.
"No."
Wang Jin shook his head and stood up from the bed.
"I'll make some preparations while you conserve your strength."
"There may be a tough battle to be fought tonight."
"You...you want to save me?"
Song He was stunned and looked at Wang Jin.
This young man had only known me for a few minutes, so there was no reason to put his life on the line.
"I want to go to Chenjiaweizi, but I need a boatman."
Wang Jin nodded and looked at Song He.
"And...I hate the father who abandons his son."
"…good."
Song He nodded and tried his best to smile.
Wang Jin was very happy to be able to say that.
But he didn't think he could escape.
Back then, all the leaders in the platoon were masters. In addition to being highly skilled in martial arts, they could also draw talismans and use every method they could think of.
Even experts from outside the village have come here and promised to offer a price that is a headache.
These people all left in despair in the end, and one or two even stayed here forever.
And Wang Jin, a disciple who is three or four years younger than himself...
Even if he carries Hu Xian with him, even if he has a gun in his hand.
But the Mud Dragon King cannot compete with these two things.
Back then, someone smashed the Mud Dragon King into pieces, and ended up being tortured to death by the haunting dragon that night.
"If you really survive, I will send you across the river for free for the rest of your life."
Song He hesitated for a moment and expressed his gratitude to Wang Jin.
Regardless of the outcome, it's always good to be willing to help.
Even if Wang Jin could help put him into the coffin and bury him anywhere, Song He would be satisfied.
"…that would be really nice."
Song He didn't see it, but Wang Jin's eyes lit up the moment he heard these words, and he became very motivated.
——
"Huh...Master, you have to save me."
Near the fishing village.
Hong Shan rubbed his hands together, with the word "uneasy" written all over his face.
He was no longer in a human state, but had become sallow and thin, with frighteningly deep dark circles under his eyes.
It seems like life is not long gone.
His weak body made him breathless, and his inner torture brought Hongshan to the verge of collapse.
He was scared.
Every spring during the rainy season, he was scared to death.
Last year, he left his daughter and fled the village, only to escape death with the help of this master.
But now he is a little worried, worried that he will not have that luck.
So the man couldn't escape his inner torture, so he took the master back to the fishing village.
Even if you can't defeat the Mud Dragon King, you still have to make yourself less fearful for the rest of your life.
"Um."
The man called the Master nodded slowly and hummed from his throat.
I have to say that the way this master dresses is quite intimidating.
Wearing a designer suit, shiny leather shoes, neat hair, and elegant glasses.
Obviously he is worth a lot of money...but he doesn't look like a wise man, but more like a businessman.
Hong Shan also specially arranged for two younger brothers to hold black umbrellas for him. From a distance, this master looks more like a tycoon spanning the world.
It's just the bruises on his face that make him a little weird...although the master said he fell like this.
"If only he would help me."
Hong Shan felt uncertain for a while, his whole body trembled, and the young man flashed across his eyes again.
Waving my hand is a peach forest, waving my hand is a sky full of flowers and rain.
That is the real master.
The man in the suit is a master, and the young man is a god.
It's a pity... I have already offended that god thoroughly.
If someone didn't kill him while he was unconscious, he would have given him a huge favor.
When he thought of this, Hong Shan wanted to slap himself in the face.
"Walk."
The master's words interrupted Hong Shan's thoughts. He ordered in a cold voice and walked into the fishing village with more than 40 people.
Hong Shan had a cold war and could only choose to believe in the master.
He patted his pale face, took mechanical steps, and walked into the village surrounded by his younger brothers.
Too many people have died there, including myself.