During the peak growing season, it can grow nearly two meters in one day and night.
I don't know why, but this piece of trivia suddenly flashed through Wang Jin's mind.
The thing in front of me is not bamboo, but its growth rate is obviously countless times more terrifying.
Every second that passes, this ghost thing will grow half a meter taller.
It's really like mushrooms popping up after a rain.
In addition to his body, the joints of his limbs are also increasing and becoming more and more flexible.
But the head and limbs still maintain their original size, but the shape becomes more and more distorted.
This change seemed to make him very uncomfortable and wanted to vent.
So the monster waved his palm and slapped the little flower without hesitation.
Snap.
Wang Jin extinguished the ghost blowing lamp.
Inspiration surged wildly, and his pupils instantly went dark.
Almost instantly, the monster that originally planned to attack Xiaohua suddenly turned around, as if it was crazy.
With his inspiration rising to the extreme, Wang Jin has a terrifying attraction to this kind of mindless weird talk.
It was at this moment that Wang Jin saw the head above the slender body.
Bald head, dark skin.
Strangely enough, Wang Jin had never seen Song Paitou, but he could still recognize that twisted face.
Even though he no longer looked like a human being, Wang Jin could still tell that it was a very kind face.
Normally, this face should always have a smile on it.
But at this moment, it was leaking fishy and viscous liquid from its empty eye sockets and wide-open mouth.
As if crying.
call--
With a terrifying wind in his palm, he slapped Wang Jin hard.
The latter held the nailed sword and stood quietly on the spot.
He didn't even look at the Mud Dragon King, but stared at the man rolling on the ground.
"He Song, he is in pain."
Wang Jin spoke calmly, as if nothing existed in front of him.
He was still looking at Song He.
I don't know if it's pain or something else.
Song He's face twisted into a ball due to some violent emotions, and finally he squeezed out an indistinct syllable through his teeth.
"…kill…"
"Then, I'll listen to you."
bite--
A bright white sword light flashed, and the arm was broken at shoulder level.
Boom, boom, boom.
The heart beats like a drum, accompanied by a faint mournful song.
The flower petals are falling, and the beautiful clothes of paradise are slowly floating in the violent storm.
Along with the crazy roar of the Mud Dragon King, Wang Jin nodded slowly.
Facing the current leader of Huajiang Village, Song He's father, a monster who is about to die under his own hands.
Pay your respects.
"Ouch!"
The Mud Dragon King roared loudly, and his figure quickly rose up in the rain.
Even the severed arm showed vague signs of recovery.
"call…"
Wang Jin raised his hand and held the nail sword in front of him.
The heart beats wildly, transmitting hot power to all parts of the body.
The gorgeous clothes exuded little bits of light, bestowing all the power of paradise on this prince.
"The falling cicada sighs."
The sword light cut through the rain curtain.
The cicadas condensed to the extreme will vibrate the air and let out a sigh.
This trick is not over yet.
Before the first sigh disappeared, the second sigh came quietly.
The two hands switch back and forth, using the gap between each attack to quickly recover and carry out the next slash.
This resulted in a continuous series of rapid attacks.
The sighs are superimposed with the heartbeat, like a song with a strong sadness.
Under the curtain of rain, the huge monster that was once a human was about to pass its final moments.
"The Falling Cicada·Aria."
The sword light was dazzling, and the petals in the air became denser and denser, eventually forming a rain of flowers all over the sky.
Huge cracks appeared one after another on the slender body. Although it would not cut it off directly, it would make him more and more unstable.
Out of respect.
Wang Jin did not use a flag spear or a shotgun.
He just struck one sword after another to help the leader end his pain.
bite--
The last sword fell, and Wang Jin stepped back.
The Mud Dragon King did not lose the ability to move. Instead, he dragged his body full of cracks and chased after him desperately.
He no longer has arms, and all he can use to launch attacks is his head.
Then his slender body swung violently, and his countless spines made him incredibly flexible.
Wang Jin did not dodge, but instead put away his nail sword and bowed slightly.
Her long white hair blows in the wind.
In the rain, the Mud Dragon King rose again.
Wang Jin stretched out his hand and aimed at the machete that was stuck on the Mud Dragon King and belonged to Liu Shuisheng.
Give it a light pat.
Click…
A strange sound sounded.
The body full of cracks finally became overwhelmed and began to break from the wounds.
The Mud Dragon King's movements instantly lost strength, and the head he smashed downward became softer.
It was as if he was exchanging greetings with Wang Jin and thanking him for helping him finish the last journey.
take a bow.
Click...click...
It seemed to have triggered a chain reaction.
The cracks that Wang Jin cut out through precise calculations connected instantly.
So his legs were disconnected and his body was crooked.
The huge monster collapsed suddenly, like a tree felled by an axe.
The slender body became fragmented little by little, and finally only one head remained in front of Song He.
The perfect kill.
Looking at Song He who had sat up for some time, Wang Jin gently shook his head.
Turned around and walked towards Liu Shuisheng.
After a brief inspection, Wang Jin sighed.
He is dead.
In order to protect Song He, he was killed by Song Paitou.
The green god's breath can only heal injuries, but cannot bring the dead back to life.
"Brother Shuisheng knocked over another coffin next to him."
Xiaohua with red eyes walked to Liu Shuisheng's side and knelt down gently.
"Then the monster turned into Uncle Song."
"If it weren't for Brother Shuisheng, we might have died."
"…Feel sorry."
Wang Jin hesitated for a moment and then spoke softly.
"Brother, it's okay."
The sound of River Song came from not far away.
He seems to be trying hard to suppress himself.
"If it weren't for you, Shui Sheng would have died yesterday, and we probably wouldn't have survived."
“…”
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
Along the way, he was always trying his best to keep the people around him alive.
Familiar and unfamiliar, even if we only know each other once.
Wang Jindu wanted to give them as happy an ending as possible.
Seeing Liu Shui live and die in front of him, he still felt uncomfortable.
"Shui Sheng was able to dodge just now, but I saw him hit himself."
"It was the same when I faced Changshou yesterday. I should have noticed something was wrong with this kid."
Song He's voice sounded again, this time a little more breathless.
"He is very close to my father, almost closer than me."
"Seeing that face... he should also understand that my father is no longer here and wants to accompany him there."
"...That's right."
Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.
Although it is a bit difficult to understand... Wang Jin understands what Song He means.
"Living" is not something that cannot be given up for some people.
If there are no important people, the meaning of living will be gone.
This is Liu Shuisheng's own choice.
In this case…
"May you rest in peace."
Wang Jin reached out and patted Liu Shuisheng.
The light blue mist dispersed and filled the air, and the face that was originally a bit painful relaxed.
A peaceful sleep.
"Condolences."
Wang Jin reached out and patted Song He on the shoulder, sending the Green God's breath to him.
At this time, there were some confusing voices in his head, which would actually make this man who lost his father and brother feel better.
After doing this, Wang Jin didn't say anything more, he just turned and walked towards the door.
He also needs some time to think.
The young man leaned against the door, loaded Alice's bullets, and then pulled them out one by one.
These things will help him gradually calm down and help him cope with dangers that may arise at any time.
call...
The wind sounded.
Hu Xiaobei turned over and fell.
She saw the extremely tall figure, and also saw the other party's rapid collapse.
But judging from Wang Jin's expression, things didn't seem to be going well.
"Liu Shuisheng's death is regarded as... suicide."
Wang Jin thought for a moment and then spoke.
"The Mud Dragon King was the leader of Song Dynasty, and he is also dead."
"Things here are complicated...I'm a little tired."
The young man sighed and seemed tired.
Whoosh——
The fluffy snow-white dumpling jumped into his arms and rubbed against Wang Jin naturally.
"Thank you for your hard work, silly boy."
The little fox tilted his head, with some worry in his eyes.
"fine."
Wang Jin smiled and asked.
"How are you doing there?"
"The cry came from downstream, and I chased it to the waterfall."
"It's impossible to pass below, but there's a figure nearby."
The little fox frowned.
"I was afraid of an ambush, so I didn't continue walking."
"Do it right."
Wang Jin opened his mouth to praise.
Investigation is just investigation. When something unusual happens, you step away and work with your companions to figure out a solution before taking action together.
This is how normal people think.
The kind of scene where you chase after something strange without thinking, then fall into a trap, and the companion hero saves the beauty...
In reality, he will only turn into a gourd boy to save grandpa.
"There is also a very strange smell, and the fishy smell in the rain is even stronger."
The little fox twitched its nose, seeming to compare the difference between the downstream and here.
"Rain... rain again."
Wang Jin rubbed his temples and frowned.
Rainwater can be divided into two types.
An ordinary one that can be dripped on the body and allowed to dry naturally, so there will be basically no problems.
The other is rainwater overnight, which turns into a viscous liquid like blood.
And it was the second type that turned the originally peaceful Mud Dragon King into a monster.
"Having said that...why is the Mud Dragon King Song Paitou?"
Wang Jin frowned and glared at the little fox.
If Song Paitou does not disappear, he will be the only one who dies.
Song He would not be crippled, and Liu Shuisheng would not give up his life so easily.
But Song Paitou insisted on going his own way and didn't know where he went.
Not only did he lose his life, he also killed his two children.
Wang Jin couldn't understand the thinking of these "fathers", so he could only ask Hu Xiaobei for help.
This little guy grew up under the love of several uncles and aunts, so he should be able to understand Song Paitou's thoughts.
"Let me think about it..."
The little fox puffed up its cheeks and assumed a thinker's pose in Wang Jin's palm.
"I remember that during the Chang Tianqing Rebellion, my third uncle threw me aside."
"Catching the traitor may be more important than fishing with me...but he doesn't have to do this kind of thing."
After working hard for a long time, she stretched out her limbs and lay down in a big position.
"I also think these adults are very strange. Is there really anything more important than their own children?"
"Maybe it's national justice or something...but I don't want to think about that."
"The people you care about should come first, that's it."
The little fox hummed and said, while pulling Wang Jin's long white hair and swinging on the swing.