The room that has represented despair and death for more than ten years has somehow gained a warmer atmosphere of life.
The girl didn't speak, she just looked at Wang Jin quietly, her heart beating fast.
Wang Jin shrank back subconsciously and began to wonder if he had said something wrong. Otherwise, why would Hu Xiaobei turn on the overload mode to kill him?
After a moment, he remembered that the other party did not know this skill, and there was no hostility in his eyes.
So Wang Jin lowered his head and drank the porridge obediently.
"Silly boy."
Hu Xiaobei suddenly spoke.
"…Um."
Wang Jin nodded and quietly moved his body to the side.
He actually wanted to make Hu Xiaobei happy, but Wang Jin was really not very good at dealing with this kind of situation.
This resulted in him having no idea how things would develop next.
call--
The sound of cloth rubbing was heard.
My body felt warm, and the faint fragrance of gardenia surrounded me.
Wang Jin got a hug.
Different from the past, this time the hug was very forceful, as if he was afraid that Wang Jin would suddenly run away.
"You have to stay with me all the time."
The girl exhaled like blue and whispered in Wang Jin's ear.
"ah…"
The latter was stunned for a moment, and after a short period of thinking, he finally understood what Hu Xiaobei was thinking.
Ghost stories are immortal, this is a fact that all generations of ghost story practitioners have witnessed.
The "indestructible" characteristics of countless strange equipment can also illustrate this point.
It is precisely because of his "immortality" that Hu Xiaobei can eat and drink without any worries every day.
Relatives have the same weird stories as you, so you don’t have to face separation, they will stay with you forever.
Having an endless lifespan is already much happier than humans.
But Elder Hu Xian died.
Although Wang Jin didn't know how the Xian family determined "sacrifice", judging from Hu Xiaobei's reaction, it was not much different from the death of a living being.
The person who was supposed to be by his side all the time just disappeared.
It was too sudden.
Maybe Hu Xiaobei himself never thought that this day would come.
It's like a child facing life and death for the first time...
No, it needs to be more immature.
Hu Xiaobei came into contact with the concept of "immortals will die" for the first time.
So she was very scared, so scared that she was a little panicked.
She even wanted Wang Jin to make an ambiguous promise like "always be by my side".
It sounds silly.
But Wang Jin doesn't want to think about this.
He stretched out his arms and hugged the crying girl into his arms.
"It's an honor, my little fox."
The young man has a soft voice and a warm smile.
"Ahem...it smells so good..."
An inappropriate cough sounded, and Song He struggled to get up and looked at the figures hugging each other.
He suddenly thought of the green flowers at the entrance of the village.
Unfortunately, Cuihua fled to the south one night, and died on the street one night because of the curse that "cannot leave the village".
When he thought of this, his teeth itched with hatred.
We will talk about these things later, the most urgent thing is the Mud Dragon King.
Obviously, Wang Jin also agreed with his idea.
"Give."
The young man did not look at the fox that ran away quickly, but handed the freshly heated pumpkin porridge to Song He with his backhand.
"Thanks."
Song He nodded and took the jelly-like bag, but was not in a hurry to drink it.
He hesitated for a moment and then spoke slowly.
"Where are Xiao Hua and Shui Sheng?"
"Xiao Hua was taken away, and Shui Sheng was sleeping in the coffin."
Wang Jin pointed outside the house.
Liu Shuisheng was contaminated by the Green God's breath, and even if he wasn't crazy, he would have to sleep for a long time.
And the fine coffin Song He prepared for Song Paitou...it was a pretty good place to rest.
"cellar…"
"Hong Shan did it in the cellar. I disabled both of his legs."
"The one who took Xiaohua away was the liar next to Hong Shan. I will kill him later."
Wang Jin wasted no time and quickly explained the current situation to Song He.
The latter nodded slowly, but his face suddenly turned pale.
He looked at Wang Jin blankly and felt a little awkward when he spoke.
"…How long have I been unconscious?"
In his opinion, it would take a normal person a day or two to investigate this information.
The Mud Dragon King entered the courtyard and it took three days to kill.
As a result, he only has one day left to live.
"You were unconscious for three hours."
Wang Jin lowered his head and looked at his watch before answering.
"…How many?"
Song He was obviously stunned for a moment, and his tone of voice was a little wrong.
He moved so much that he hurt his wound, and he grimaced.
"You said it took you three hours to figure it all out?"
"Well, it could have been shorter."
Wang Jin nodded slowly.
“…”
Song He was silent for a moment and sighed.
People from big cities are scary.
After hesitating for a while, Song He patted his bare head and decided to drink porridge obediently.
Seeing Wang Jin turn around and prepare to leave, he pointed not far away as if he suddenly remembered something.
"I caught the rainwater in the coffin at the door. You can take a look."
"good."
Wang Jin nodded.
While waiting for Xiao Hei to find Sun Tiezui, he also had something to do.
For example, look at the differences between the three water sources.
Wang Jin stepped towards the inferior coffin next to Liu Shuisheng.
This was prepared by Song He for himself. Although the quality was not up to standard, it would not leak.
Even if part of it is lost due to gaps, you can still see that there is about half of the liquid inside.
As soon as I took two steps, I could feel the fishy smell coming towards my face.
Wang Jin frowned and covered his mouth and nose with his hand.
The smell is so horrible.
Not only is it fishy, but it also has a bit of corpse odor.
It's like throwing lively fish and shrimp into the trash can for a month, waiting for them to gradually die and then rot and stink.
Then, pour the fish and shrimp on the clothes and put them in the washing machine for a week.
The musty smell produced by forgetting to dry clothes is mixed with the smell of highly putrid protein.
These flavors are then concentrated into a puddle of liquid.
This pool of liquid is the contents of the coffin.
Wang Jin shuddered.
It’s hard to imagine that the rain that fell from above yesterday would turn into this.
Wang Jin patted his forehead, as if he thought of something.
Then he raised his hand to his mouth and smelled his sleeve.
In addition to the gardenia scent of a certain fox, there is also the blood energy of Hong Shan.
There is no fishy smell at all.
Wang Jin remembered that he was soaked by the rain during the fight yesterday, and his clothes were not completely dry yet.
If we go by the saying that "rainwater will deteriorate after a certain period of time", Wang Jin should now have become an annoying odor aggregate.
There was something wrong, but he couldn't find it.
Want to continue searching…
"No..."
The young man's eyes were filled with despair, and his facial features were wrinkled.
After hesitating for a moment, he turned to look at Song He in the room.
"Don't tell anyone."
Wang Jin sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards the coffin.
Every step is quite heavy.
"Damn it...for saving people, and for the Liu family's rare items."
Wang Jin whispered silently, trying to hypnotize himself.
Then he leaned down and stretched out his arms.
"vomit…"
Before his fingers touched the liquid, Wang Jin couldn't help but retching.
The smell was several times more irritating than before, and he couldn't even open his eyes.
"It's wrong, the feeling of the smell spreading is wrong too."
"This stuff smells so strong, but I don't feel it at all in the room."
Wang Jin shook his head and tried to divert his attention with thinking.
He muttered softly and leaned down.
Until your fingers touch the viscous liquid.
"Fuck..."
A wonderful touch, with a touch of pollution like rain.
Other than that, the liquid feels more like something else.
Maybe others can't recognize him, but Wang Jin is no stranger to him.
blood.
Although the taste is not right, it has a slightly astringent texture and just the right consistency.
Even Wang Jin, who works with blood all day long, can't feel any difference.
Half a coffin filled with blood...thinking about it makes one's head tingle.
"Is that blood falling from the sky? Interesting."
The young man took out his palm and shook it.
The smell did not disappear as expected, but stayed on my hands.
Even if Wang Jin used contact suppression twice, there was no reaction.
"Why don't you try rubbing it on your clothes?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.
His clothes had no smell, which was quite strange.
After hesitating for a moment, Wang Jin chose to give up.
He only brought this kind of clothes, so he couldn't fight with others bare-chested.
"Try the well water."
Song He in the room stretched out his hand and pointed to the side.
That's Xiaohua's bucket.
Although he fell to the ground in the scuffle last night, there was still a small amount of well water left.
"good."
Wang Jin nodded, couldn't wait to go to the bucket, put his hand in and shook it.
A slightly cool touch came, and Wang Jin watched helplessly as the red liquid on his hand disappeared.
Instead of being washed away, it just disappears.
It disappeared so suddenly.
The water in the bucket did not increase or decrease, but Wang Jin's hands became much cleaner.
"this…"
Looking at the changes in front of him, Wang Jin frowned.
"The well water is very clean. We usually use it to wash clothes."
Song He spoke in the room and said something unclear.
"Understood."
Wang Jin nodded slowly.
If you think about it carefully, this is indeed the case.
The villagers live here all year round, and it is inevitable that they will encounter spoiled rainwater.
So they are used to washing their clothes in well water and think it is a natural thing to do.
"call…"
Wang Jin wiped his hands on his body and exhaled suddenly.
Although the process was not very pleasant, he already had some clues.
They are clearly [rainwater], [river water] and [well water], three things that look exactly the same, but they seem to be quite different in nature.
The river water is mud.
Rain is blood.
Well water... seems to be able to completely eliminate the effects of rain.
There is a big problem here.
"Wang Jin, this little black thing has changed."
Song He's voice sounded, interrupting Wang Jin's train of thought.
The young man turned his head and saw Xiao Hei jumping and waving his hands, as if he was fighting with someone.
"Coming."
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and walked out quickly.