Wang Jin walked into the house while wiping the blood on his clothes, and happened to see the little fox sitting cross-legged on the ground with a sad look on his face.
"I won't wake up for a while."
Hearing Wang Jin's voice, the little fox's ears twitched, then lowered them again.
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the man lying on the bed.
The layers of cloth were all soaked with blood, solidifying on the body like another layer of flesh.
There was a hole in the neck, making a rustling sound as he breathed.
The haunting dragon has almost crawled onto his face, with bulges and wounds all over his body.
The battle with Chang Shou consumed the last of Song He's physical strength and made him lose consciousness.
Wang Jin could see the scales under the scars, and he could also see the scars under the scales.
Song He was seriously injured.
He was quite weak himself, but he still managed to hold on and fight with the long hands until he fell to the ground from exhaustion.
It is impossible for ordinary people to survive these experiences.
Fortunately, the strong body built by years of crawling on the river allowed Song He to survive.
Even so, he is about to die.
But Wang Jin couldn't treat him.
If you want to use conventional methods, you must dig out all those scales, otherwise the wound will not heal.
But Song He's body couldn't bear it.
If you dig halfway, you will die of excessive blood loss.
As for the green god’s breath…
The pollution will make the already weak Song He sleep for several days, and he will be killed before he wakes up.
Wang Jin could only find another way.
So the young man touched his chin and muttered, as if he was talking about something.
The little fox pricked up his ears and listened carefully.
"It's indeed a good idea to drag him to the dream world...but Song He has a haunting dragon on him, so there may be situations where people can't get through it."
"By then there will be no time to ask anything, and the person will die immediately."
"It's a bad idea."
The young man frowned and muttered softly.
"Use the green god's breath to repair it, and then enter the dream world to communicate... Even if he can resist the pollution, he will definitely not be able to wake up within three days."
"Barely is the right strategy."
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes, sat next to the little fox, and took her into his arms.
Then he stopped talking.
"What's the best option?"
The little fox hesitated for a long time, but finally lost to curiosity and asked.
"This is the best solution."
"We'll wait a little while."
Wang Jin smiled and touched the little fox's head, then pointed to the figure in the corner that kept running.
After knowing the direction of Sun Tiezui's escape, Wang Jin did not need to use Xiao Hei to carry out a blanket search. He only needed to let him focus on one direction to pursue.
The remaining Xiao Hei can imitate the movements of his companions, and in this way tell Wang Jin what is happening on the other side.
Convenient, fast and reliable.
"Half an hour is the shortest time it takes for Xiao Hei to catch up with Sun Tiezui."
"If Song He can wake up before I set off, it will be the best idea."
Wang Jin opened his mouth to explain, but there was no joy in his eyes.
He didn't say anything yet.
If the best plan fails, Song He's life will have to bet.
The person who caused all this was Hong Shan, so Wang Jin disabled both of his legs without saying a word.
If it hadn't been useful, his first shot would have hit Hong Shan directly on the head.
"It will definitely happen."
The little fox nodded, forced a smile, and retracted into Wang Jin's arms.
He looked completely lost again.
Something wasn't right with her from the beginning.
Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.
He rarely saw Hu Xiaobei like this, but if he thought about it carefully, he could guess the reason.
In addition to worrying about Xiaohua, there was another thing that worried Hu Xiaobei.
Although two paintings were posted on the door just now, only one elder was invited.
And the fox with the sword and the flagon...
It should be a certain elder who died in the Battle of Qingqiu.
Hu Xiaobei is very smart, she can definitely guess what happened.
I just don't want to believe it.
Perhaps because he still had some luck in his heart, Hu Xiaobei just thought that his third uncle, who was always drunk, drank too much and didn't hear his call.
Wang Jin did not intend to become a spiritual mentor, nor did he want to break Hu Xiaobei's last illusion.
He reached out and held the little fox in his arms, feeling the somewhat panicked heartbeat.
"Are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat."
Wang Jin spoke softly, with a rare gentle tone.
“…”
The little fox didn't speak, but his nose was sore.
After a long time, the fox turned into a girl and leaned gently on Wang Jin's shoulder.
"Porridge."
The girl buried her face into Wang Jin's shoulder and whispered softly.
"You won't feel sad after eating porridge, but it's a pity..."
The girl smiled softly, as if she was laughing at her own whims.
The row house is a place to die.
There is no stove or food here.
This willful little request of hers is destined not to be met.
"If I could really drink porridge, I might be so moved that I would cry... Silly boy would definitely laugh at me."
Hu Xiaobei gently closed his eyes and tried to calm down.
Growing up, her third uncle was the one who doted on her the most.
After Hu Ling left Qingqiu, the drunken man regarded Hu Xiaobei as his biological daughter and took her everywhere to have fun all day long.
"Even if it's the moon in the sky, Third Uncle will pick it off for you."
The man spoke while belching wine, and slashed the air with his long sword.
Hu Xiaobei couldn't remember these things clearly at first, but now they came to his mind uncontrollably.
The elder who always pulled out all kinds of magic tricks to coax her is gone.
From now on, there will never be anything like this again...
"Um?"
The big ears on the top of his head moved, and Hu Xiaobei opened his eyes.
The young man beside him kept moving, seeming to be groping for something in his backpack.
Hu Xiaobei turned around subconsciously.
I happened to see Wang Jin holding a jelly-like fast food packaging bag with a nail sword, and simply heating it with the flame stored in the fire flag.
Although everything is very simple, the fragrance emitted is indeed very attractive.
“Want to try pumpkin porridge?”
Noticing Hu Xiaobei's gaze, Wang Jin took out another fast food packaging bag from his backpack and asked.
"Silly boy..."
Hu Xiaobei muttered blankly, as if he didn't know what to say.
She couldn't understand how someone could risk their lives and bring porridge with them.
Even the packaging is carefully designed for easy and quick consumption.
Although it doesn't look very good on the outside, there really isn't much difference in taste.
"Ah... I cooked this the night before departure. I gave it to the She family kitchen with the pot in case the food there wouldn't be to your taste."
The young man controlled the fire flag attentively and answered casually.
"Besides... I also deliberately kept some of it in my backpack, just to worry about you sneaking up on me."
"After all, it's not heavy to carry. It's probably about the same as a shock bomb."
"Obviously, this is a very wise decision."
Wang Jin smiled and stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on Hu Xiaobei's face.
The latter looked at Wang Jin quietly, his smart eyes full of tears.
There seems to be a lot to say.
"The weight of a shock bomb can be exchanged for something much more important than an explosion."
"If you have food you like, your mood will at least not be that bad."
The young man smiled softly and handed over the bag in his hand.