The little white-haired girl sat on Wang Jin's neck and clapped her hands happily.
She was originally worried that Hongshan would use his advantage as a villager to make other villagers hostile to Wang Jin.
But my idiot had obviously anticipated this.
Not only did he easily resolve the crisis, but he also pushed Hongshan to the forefront.
Even the villagers' rejection of them has eased a lot, and they are even willing to let Wang Jin inspect the ancestral hall.
Hongshan's plan was over before it even began.
"Have you always been so complimentary?"
Wang Jin sighed, stretched out his hand and pinched the round little face on the top of his head.
The little white-haired girl bit his hand and mumbled words like "death penalty" and "perversion".
Wang Jin smiled and didn't care.
Judging from the results, the profits brought by this fraud are considerable.
The villagers who might have posed a threat rushed to the front because of Hongshan's coaxing.
Then everyone was injured.
The group of people who are easiest to resist have lost their fighting ability, which is a pretty good improvement for Wang Jin.
Hong Shan seemed to have been hit hard. Even though he barely recovered, he could still only speak a few words.
But they are all dirty words.
There was still a group of people gathered in front of Song He's house.
This time it's a fight between the villagers and Hongshan's younger brother.
A group of people were very unhappy with Hong Shan and wanted to throw him directly into the terraced house.
The other group of people was also unhappy, but because their identities were not revealed, they were even defending Song He.
The two groups were pushing and hurling insults.
It has the potential to escalate into a bloody conflict.
Of course, this has nothing to do with Wang Jin.
Even if a fight breaks out, this group of people will stay as far away from the terraced house as possible.
After all, even the person involved, Hong Shan, didn’t know if there were any “grenades buried by Hong Shan” there.
No one wants to be bombed again.
"Finally we have to go to the ancestral hall."
The young girl sighed and lay on Wang Jin's head.
The long white hair hung down, almost blinding the latter's eyes.
The young girl hesitated for a moment and then spoke slowly.
"Silly boy, do you think that after we deal with the Mud Dragon King... the villagers will become better and better?"
"Huh? Why do you ask this suddenly?"
Wang Jin tried hard to fiddle with the hair in front of him, but soon found that it had no effect.
"When I was treating their injuries just now."
Hu Xiaobei stretched out his hand as he spoke, seeming to remember something.
"There was a child about the same age as Xiaohua who reached out to grab my spray. His eyes were scary."
"He is obviously so small and thin, but his eyes are so bright and scary."
"ha…"
Wang Jin smiled.
"It's just because I'm young."
"He doesn't know the consequences of angering us, so he puts his thoughts out there."
"In more than ten years, he will be as afraid of us as those villagers."
"These people dare not disobey the strong, but they can force the weak to give up their lives in order to survive."
The young man squinted his eyes, and the smile on his face gradually faded.
"If we deal with the Mud Dragon King..."
Hu Xiaobei spoke again, seeming a little anxious.
"It will still be like this, just in a different way."
Wang Jin shook his head gently.
"The village may change for the better, but the people will definitely not."
"After all, everyone has something they hate the most."
"Selfish."
"I am the same, not noble...even more selfish than others."
Wang Jin spread his hands and pointed at himself.
"Of course, not all humans are like this."
"No matter what the world is like, there will still be guys like Liu Shuisheng and Xiaohua. They are one of the few good people."
The young man pointed at the little girl who was following him far behind him.
"Being a good person is hard work, but it's really worth it."
Xiaohua seemed to notice Wang Jin's gaze, she waved her hand and ran over quickly.
"Silly boy, how come you know so well?"
Before Xiao Hua could get closer, Hu Xiaobei hugged Wang Jin's head and looked at those eyes that always looked a little tired.
"I've seen a lot."
The latter smiled and curled his lips indifferently.
Hu Xiaobei was stunned for a moment.
She saw many memories in the eyes of this seventeen-year-old boy, many...not so good memories.
"I'm coming!"
"Song He fell asleep after drinking porridge, and Shui Sheng didn't wake up."
"That big clay statue has come so far."
Xiaohua stretched out her hand to make gestures and patted the clothes on her body.
The cloth just now was stained with mud, so the little girl ran back and changed into another one.
Although it turned white after the same wash, it was spotless.
"Tell me about the ancestral hall. You went there to fetch water yesterday."
Wang Jin rubbed Xiaohua's head and put a hat on her.
"I don't know much. After all, I've only been in there once when I was this old."
Xiaohua nodded obediently and huddled inside the bamboo hat to prevent herself from getting wet.
"When Song Paitou was still there, Shuisheng and I were not allowed to go there."
"He said that since we are not from the village, we will get sick if we go to the ancestral hall."
"If Shuisheng hadn't been injured yesterday, I wouldn't have wanted to go."
Xiaohua sighed and looked at Wang Jin.
The latter nodded slightly.
This little girl speaks and acts with a maturity that is beyond her age, and Wang Jin appreciates this very much.
"Get ill?"
Hu Xiaobei was so excited that he jumped off Wang Jin's shoulder and started to check on Xiao Hua's condition.
"There's nothing wrong with me, I just feel uncomfortable here."
Xiaohua rolled up her sleeves and showed her arms to Hu Xiaobei.
There are layers of blue-purple handprints on the fair skin.
It seemed like someone had squeezed her hard several times, leaving quite serious scars on Xiaohua's delicate skin.
"Silly boy."
Hu Xiaobei frowned and showed Wang Jin the handprint on Xiaohua's arm.
"What did Sun Tiezui do? A baby's hands shouldn't be so big."
The latter squinted his eyes, put his hand on one of the fingerprints, and roughly compared it.
Not much different.
"Does it hurt?"
Hu Xiaobei took out the spray, obviously feeling distressed.
"pain."
Xiaohua lowered her head and sighed softly.
"Otherwise I wouldn't have been caught yesterday. I ran very fast."
"This child..."
Hu Xiaobei gently rubbed Xiaohua's arm, trying to let the therapeutic spray penetrate the skin and eliminate those fingerprints.
Unfortunately, it's of no use.
Wang Jin, who had been thinking beside him, stared and crouched down while muttering.
"Fuck...no way..."
Snap.
Wang Jin put his hand on Xiaohua's arm.
Contact is established and suppression is formed.
The mark instantly faded several times, and then disappeared after a few seconds.
"Get ready to do it!"
Wang Jin shouted coldly, which startled Xiaohua.
Without any hesitation, Hu Xiaobei took out the two swords from his waist.
Wang Jin ended the suppression.
The air reverberates with pollution that comes from nowhere.
Xiaohua frowned, seeming uncomfortable.
The next second, countless long hands whizzed out from her arms.
The pale, gnarled arms were extended so wantonly, as if they were fleshy bamboos growing out of Xiaohua's body.
The human-like palms kept waving, causing gusts of wind.
His long and sharp nails were scratching everywhere, as if he was determined to kill someone.
These palms are twisted together and are almost five or six times the size of the small flower.
Xiaohua covered her arms and fell to her knees, seeming very uncomfortable.
"Cut off."
Almost as soon as Wang Jin spoke out, Hu Xiaobei moved.
Two fox-tooth daggers were rotated and slashed out in the hands, bringing up a series of wind blades.
This is not the first time Hu Xiaobei has faced these monsters, so she is very skilled.
Stab——
The sound of the blade cutting through the skin was heard.
Mud mixed with blood and water splashed out, carrying a disgusting smell.
"Ah!! It hurts so much!!"
Xiaohua's cry sounded.
She fell to her knees and covered her shoulders.
It was as if Hu Xiaobei's blade had fallen on her.
"Damn..."
Hu Xiaobei was stunned, and the speed of swinging the knife slowed down involuntarily.
"continue."
A cold voice sounded.
bite--
A flash of white light.
The fragrance of iris echoed in the air and disappeared in an instant.
Wang Jin swung his nail sword without hesitation and cut off the long hands on Xiaohua's body.
"ah--!!!"
Xiaohua's heartbreaking cry rang out.
It's heartbreaking.
Whoosh.
The nailed sword was pointed at Xiaohua's neck.
Wang Jin's face was cold, and there was no emotion in his dark eyes.
"Woooo..."
The little girl was sobbing and looking at Wang Jin with fear in her eyes.
She is just a child after all.
No matter how mature you act, you still don’t know what to do when this happens.
The always kind eldest brother suddenly turned his sword against him.
This made her fear from the bottom of her heart.
"Feel sorry."
Hu Xiaobei narrowed his eyes, lowered his head and rolled up Xiaohua's other sleeve.
Those marks have disappeared along with the long hands and turned into mud.
Only Xiaohua looked pale and stood there helplessly.
There were obviously no wounds, but she acted as if she had lost too much blood.
Even so, Xiaohua still looked at Wang Jin with tearful eyes.
"call…"
Wang Jin took back his nail sword.
It's not that I feel ashamed of my behavior.
Just because he found that Xiaohua had no fingerprints on her body and would no longer pose a threat to him.
To be able to survive countless crises until now, Wang Jin's vigilance is so shocking.
Even a child may turn into a twisted and twisted beast in the next second.
He must take precautions.
"Okay, it's okay."
Wang Jin sighed and picked up Xiao Hua.
The latter was stunned for a moment, and the tense mood finally collapsed. He cried loudly in Wang Jin's arms, and occasionally stretched out his hand to beat him twice.
"Is this what you call 'sick'?"
Wang Jin allowed Xiao Hua to vent her emotions, still thinking non-stop in his mind.
He knew that this clue was crucial.
Wang Jin doesn't know what the criteria are for identifying "village people".
Like Liu Shuisheng, Xiaohua was picked up from the lower reaches by Song Paitou.
But Xiaohua is so young, she almost grew up in the village.
If she is not even a villager, then this thing can only be based on the "place of birth".
Of course, no matter how you calculate it, neither you nor Hu Xiaobei meet the conditions.
Entering the ancestral hall will make you "sick".
"Well water that can wash away rainwater, worship that everyone will perform, and rejection of outsiders."
"There is something very wrong with this ancestral hall."