Two figures flew out of the ruins and fell into the muddy water, motionless.
The young man had an expressionless face, as if he had just touched garbage, and wiped his hands.
Wang Jin has no sympathy for these people.
If he came back later, or Hu Xiaobei failed to handle it properly.
Things may not be as perfect as they are now.
Poor mountains and harsh waters bring out unruly people.
When they saw Hu Xiaobei getting tired after fighting, they did not hesitate to attack him in groups.
Even if he knew that this girl was very skilled, even if she was protecting herself just a few minutes ago.
These people are used to misbehaving and are bad and stupid.
Wang Jin initially planned to remove a few small parts from each of them, but unfortunately these people were still of some use.
Just like experimentation comes with risks, learning the truth comes with a price.
Wang Jin needs a guinea pig.
It just so happened that these gangsters didn't refuse.
Everything is just right.
"How about it?"
The little fox stuck his head out and looked out with interest.
Like Wang Jin, she has no burden at all in this regard.
"It's hard to say."
Wang Jin gestured to Xiao Hei to go over and check.
The latter carefully stretched out his body and poked at the gangster.
Nothing happened except that one of them was poked awake and fainted.
"Try again."
Wang Jin did not draw conclusions easily, but used increasing the number of samples to improve accuracy.
Thump, thump, thump.
Several more motionless figures flew out of the ruins and landed slightly far away from the two people just now.
Xiao Hei checked again, but still found nothing.
"call…"
After confirming safety, Wang Jin picked up his backpack and prepared to leave.
"Right."
As soon as he crossed the threshold, he seemed to remember something and turned to look at the yard.
Then shouts and begging for mercy began, and the ancestral hall, which had finally fallen into silence, became noisy again.
After a moment, amber light flashed past.
The little fox lay on the young man's long white hair, and together they went out feeling refreshed.
Behind them were dozens of villagers who were neatly buried in the mud, with only their upper bodies exposed.
Like a stuck prairie dog, or a bamboo shoot just emerging from the ground.
They looked at Wang Jin with pale faces, their eyes full of fear.
"It seems we are not outsiders...at least not the ones being targeted."
The little fox fiddled with Wang Jin's hair and tried to tie it into a bow.
"yes."
The young man thought quietly and allowed Hu Xiaobei to play around.
"Xiaohua and Liu Shuisheng are ostracized outsiders. This is certain."
"hiss…"
The hair was pulled a little painfully, so the young man gently patted the little fox on the top of his head.
The latter opened his mouth to bite, but found that the palm of his hand was cold.
So she hummed twice, jumped down as if she didn't care, and quietly warmed Wang Jin's hands.
"The villagers reject Xiaohua because she will not be entangled by the Mud Dragon King, so they are jealous."
The little fox twitched its ears twice and spoke softly.
"It's not about scarcity but about inequality... That's true."
Wang Jin nodded.
Everyone will die violently, but nothing will happen to these two children.
Even if they are sent to a row house, only the people in the first row and second column will die.
In the eyes of the villagers, this would almost become an unforgivable sin.
“The villagers’ motivations are different from those of the leaders.”
"Paitou doesn't like outsiders because he was influenced by Wei Shanhe."
"Can…"
Wang Jin frowned.
Wei Shanhe died at the hands of the Mud Dragon King, and all the villagers knew this.
With this prerequisite, he can become a respected second-row leader.
However, the outsiders who would not be cursed died because of the Mud Dragon King.
This doesn't make sense.
"You have to go to Chenjiaweizi to find the answers to these things."
The young man squeezed the little fox on his hand, causing the latter to scream in surprise.
"Help! Help!"
A cry for help not far away interrupted Wang Jin's movements and made his heart skip a beat.
The voice of the little flower.
"Damn."
The two figures sprinted almost at the same time, so fast that only afterimages were left behind.
It happened too suddenly.
Song He said that someone had successfully stopped the Mud Dragon King and indeed extended his survival time.
There shouldn't be a problem with the Mud Dragon King.
"I'll go on guard."
The fox-eared girl jumped up, used her slender legs to gain strength on the wall, and climbed up to the roof in a few jumps.
bite--
Wang Jin gritted his teeth and threw out the nail sword, thinking non-stop in his mind.
White hair flies and shadows rise.
His speed is no less than that of Hu Xiaobei, who rides on the wind.
"throat…"
Suddenly, there were waves of strange low roars coming from the horizon. Wang Jin couldn't tell what kind of animal it was, but he subconsciously tensed up his body.
"I've never heard this sound before."
Hu Xiaobei frowned, slowly stopped, and looked far away.
downstream direction.
"I'll go take a look and leave this to you."
"Don't go too far."
Seeing Hu Xiaobei passing by him, Wang Jin handed over a few detonating bombs.
In his eyes, this is more effective than any advice.
Da da da.
The footsteps became more and more rapid.
Wang Jin, who was pretending to be a ghost, kicked open the door of Songhe courtyard and happened to see Xiaohua standing there holding a pair of scissors with red eyes.
Behind her was Song He, who was lying on the ground and rolling.
The haunting dragon grows upward crazily, almost covering the lower half of its face.
The blood-soaked cloth left blood marks one after another on the ground, accompanied by Song He's extremely suppressed cry of pain.
Liu Shuisheng's lower body was a bloody mess, but he still looked in front of him with eyes that were gradually losing their brightness.
He woke up from the coffin early to protect Song He, and the machete that belonged to him was deeply embedded in the monster.
It was the Mud Dragon King, but it was completely different from the stupid statue.
Slender body, slender limbs, twisted face.
Thick liquid spread all over the body, like a melted coir raincoat.
The skin that is occasionally exposed is not that pale, but is not much different from a normal person.
This makes people who see him feel even more uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts.
Wang Jin can see that the current Mud Dragon King has a lot to do with those leaders.
It's just that they are bigger and can't communicate.
Rumble…
It thundered.
The rain poured down, all falling on the Mud Dragon King.
Let the already huge monster expand more and more.
There is almost no change in the horizontal direction, but the vertical direction is strangely elongated again.
Standing upright, it is almost twice as tall as the house.
"Oh shit…"
Wang Jin turned around and looked.
It was discovered that the coffin that Song He had filled with water for him had overturned on the ground, and the viscous liquid inside had disappeared.
"Don't come here!"
Xiaohua cried and waved the scissors in her hands, but she stepped back continuously.
"Uncle Song...what's wrong with you..."
Liu Shuisheng gritted his teeth and said, his expression gradually becoming trance-like.
"Uncle Song?"
Wang Jin frowned and looked at the monster that shook its body and grew taller and taller in the rain.