Wang Jin muttered the name repeatedly, frowning slightly.
The surname "Wei" has appeared too many times.
Hui Dian Deng's good friend, Wei Daoxuan, the Unchangeable Lord, predicted today's Northeastern Rebellion two to three hundred years ago.
The shriveled Taoist robe corpse in half the jar is said to be the ancestor of the Wei family.
The three talismans passed down from their ancestors were designed to kill half of the vat.
Although the identity of exorcist policeman Wei Shan has not been confirmed personally, Wang Jin feels that he is one of the most virtuous people among the ten evils.
There is also the leader of Huajiang Village, Wei Shanhe, who participated in the Nanyang Fighting and finally died at the hands of the Mud Dragon King.
The surname Wei seems to have been involved in various strange incidents.
The only thing in common…
"Oh shit."
Wang Jin shuddered when he thought of this.
Wei Daoxuan has immortal bones in his body, and half a vat can release zombie blood. Wei Shan is one of the ten evils.
That Wei Shanhe…
"The Liu family's rare items are definitely around here, and maybe they are related to the Mud Dragon King."
Wang Jin grinned and smiled.
Even though many years had passed since the Nanyang Fighting, Wei Shanhe still chose to pay a visit somewhat unexpectedly.
He definitely didn't come here for an outing.
The information he received basically matched his guess, and Wang Jin was in a pretty good mood.
"Tsk."
Looking at Wang Jin who suddenly muttered and smiled at the same time, the big boss curled his lips with a rather unkind expression.
This is what happens when you only listen to half of what someone is saying...How dare you call yourself a "good listener"?
Nonsense.
"Ahem, sorry, I was thinking about something just now."
Wang Jin calmed down and turned to look at the head of the queue.
"Since you said that the whole village believes in Wei Shanhe...then why does Paitou hate outsiders so much?"
"Boy, what makes you think I will tell you?"
Da Paitou narrowed his eyes and his voice was cold.
"Because we are on the same page."
"What's the meaning?"
The man frowned and subconsciously crossed the bamboo knife in his hand.
The young man spread his hands to show that he was not hostile.
"I know there are a lot of lies in your words...but basically everything related to Wei Shanhe is fine."
"His purpose of coming here is indeed not simple.
"I can tell you clearly that you are right."
Wang Jin smiled and stared at the trembling pupils of the big row leader.
"I trust you."
"Believe...believe me?"
Da Pai Tou widened his eyes and muttered these two words back and forth.
No one has said that to him in years.
"You want to find out what Wei Shanhe is planning, and I hope so too."
"'Truth' is one of the few trophies that can be shared."
"Before there is a conflict of interest, I will have 20% trust in you."
Wang Jin stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Da Pai Tou.
"Twenty percent is a bit too much."
The latter thought for a long time and finally slowly raised his head.
A somewhat forced smile appeared on his pale face.
"The most I can give you is 10%."
Da Paitou put the bamboo knife aside and stretched out his right hand with 10% trust.
"Peng Hai."
The young man smiled, put the shotgun he had been holding back in his shoulder bag, and shook the platoon leader's right hand.
"Wang Jin."
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"The front yard...the front yard is going to be breached!"
Xiaohua, who ran from the aisle to watch out, ran back to Hu Xiaobei as fast as possible with her legs that were not too long.
"So fast?"
The girl was stunned.
The attack power of the spirit position is very strong, and its speed and strength are several times that of the long hand.
Coupled with the mist bonus put down by Jiuyi, each of their attacks was enough to blast through the iron plate.
Even if it was Lu Zhishou who came, he would have to be blocked for a while.
Even if Changshou had gained an advantage through numbers, the results should not have come out so quickly.
"The one in the raincoat seems to be directing the long hand."
Xiaohua gasped for air, but at the same time she did not forget to convey the message to Hu Xiaobei.
"Leader of the platoon...the commander?"
Hu Xiaobei repeated, his brows furrowed a little deeper.
Although the palm stretched out in the spiritual position is as pale as the long hand, you can still see the difference if you look closely.
The long hands are more like the arms of a drowned ghost, and the spiritual palm has a porcelain-like luster, which doesn't look unpleasant.
If anyone comes to take a look at it, they will definitely point out that these two things are not the same thing at all.
And the current situation seems to be telling Hu Xiaobei that her guess is completely wrong.
Long hands and Paitou itself are inextricably linked.
boom!
Before Hu Xiaobei could think about it, a piece of the wall of the ancestral hall was blown away.
Mud splashed and broken bricks fell to the ground.
Hu Xiaobei saw clearly what broke the brick wall.
It was tightly twisted together, with hundreds of long hands.
Hundreds of arms with abnormally long joints, hundreds of pale and wriggling palms.
They were just entangled together, flying around with terrifying force.
Like a pale snake.
A snake that is made up of arms and whose tail is not visible.
On the other side of the snake, there is a small bamboo raft.
No one knows why this ghost thing appears on land.
Standing on the bamboo raft was a tall and thin man wearing a raincoat. He kept waving the bamboo pole in his hand.
So the giant white snake danced again, but in a different direction.
There stood a group of villagers looking around. They seemed to be planning to come over to check the situation, but they did not dare to move forward because they had never seen such a scene before.
boom--
The giant snake smashed it down without hesitation.
Toward the crowd.
So Hu Xiaobei saw with his own eyes that several villagers turned into meat paste and were squeezed out from under the giant snake.
She sighed and reached out to cover Xiaohua's eyes.
Hu Xiaobei didn't like humans, but when they died in front of him, he still felt an inexplicable feeling of guilt.
But this feeling of guilt was not enough to make her leave Wang Jin.
"Then let me help you from a distance."
The girl frowned nicely and took out a remote control from her pocket.
Wang Jin didn't bring any shock bombs with him this time, and he didn't even bother to use them when fighting against the platoon leader.
So guess...where is the rest?
Snap.
The girl covered Xiaohua's ears and pressed the remote control.
——
In the underground river, the bamboo rafts moved forward quietly but quickly.
After confirming the cooperative relationship, Peng Hai did not continue to argue with Wang Jin, but chose to seize the time to get things done.
He turned back into the taciturn leader again.
Of course, this does not mean that Wang Jin will calm down.
He has always been keen on squeezing out surplus value, so he wanted Peng Hai to explain the rest clearly.
"You haven't told me yet."
"Why does everyone hate outsiders?"
Wang Jin touched his chin and spoke softly.
"Because seventeen years ago."
Da Paotou hesitated for a moment, as if remembering that one-tenth of trust, and then spoke slowly.
"We leaders were not there at the time, and only a junior from the Song family was guarding the village."
"He told us later."
"Seventeen years ago, several outsiders came to the village one after another... around the same time as Wei Shanhe."
"It's just that those people left quickly, as if one group was chasing another group."
The man narrowed his eyes, and there was anger in his voice.
"At first, everyone didn't want to get involved in this matter. When the second group asked about it, they didn't say anything."
"It turned out later that... all the cattle and sheep that had been raised in the village had been sucked dry of their blood, and some had been cut into pieces."
"Damn, we haven't had much beef since."
"Ah...Is it for this reason?"
Wang Jin blinked twice and asked.
"But I heard the leader shouting something about traitor..."
"What did you say?"
"It's okay, I guess I heard it wrong."
Wang Jin grinned and brought up the topic without leaving any trace.
After all, we can't betray each other now, and there are some things that we can't get into.
For example, how did Da Paitou live here for sixteen years? Is there blood flowing in his body? Who is the traitor?
Once Wang Jin broke the casserole and asked what happened...it wasn't just the casserole that was broken.
"We're here."
Peng Hai suddenly inserted the bamboo knife into the rock wall.
The bamboo raft stopped steadily without any shaking.
Wang Jin poured inspiration into the ring in his hand and used the light to check the situation in front of him.
It’s roughly the same as Peng Hai’s description, it is indeed a stone forest.
The rocks are rugged and the rock walls are surrounded by irregular protrusions. Some places are so narrow that you can only stretch out one arm.
The stone cone hangs from the rock wall above the head until it almost touches the water.
The underground river reflects the stone cones, making the area look even more mysterious.
"This is what a cave should look like."
Wang Jin nodded and whispered softly.
Although he has never seen it with his own eyes, Wang Jin often sees introductions to caves on TV.
A cave truly formed by the karst effect should be like this, full of stalactites.
The road we came from was too smooth, as smooth as a tunnel specially built by humans.
"Do you think it looks nice here?"
The voice of the big platoon leader sounded faintly, and it sounded a little permeable.
The echoes here are even more chaotic, and voices will come back several times.
"Look at these rocks. Do you know how many times any other person would hit them?"
Da Paitou snorted coldly and waved his palm.
"You mean you have to do it?"
Wang Jin turned his head with a half-smile and looked at the middle-aged man named Peng Hai.
Demand determines value.
If nothing else happens, the other party will put forward conditions at this time.
"That's right, I have to do it."
Peng Hai grinned and looked at Wang Jin with a brighter look.
"Xiao Hei."
The young man snapped his fingers, and the shadows beneath his feet rose up and enveloped him.
Then it turned into several black blades and was nailed to the wall.
Wang Jin just hung on the smooth rock wall and even moved back and forth a few meters.
Whoosh.
Following Wang Jin's gesture, Xiao Hei returned to the shadows again.
Snap.
Wang Jin landed firmly on the bamboo raft and looked at the big row leader with a complex expression.
"It doesn't have to be you."
"I share the results with you just to avoid meaningless fights."
"I hope you understand this."
The young man spread his hands and looked helpless.
"Unfortunately, my trust in you has dropped to 10%."