Only when you get into the water will you realize that the river is wider than you imagined.
The water flow was fast and made a loud gurgling sound.
The bamboo raft drifts with the current, but its speed is quite impressive.
Wearing a raincoat, Song He stood steadily, with incredibly sharp eyes under the hat.
Scan around like an osprey.
He did not accelerate with all his strength, but swung the bamboo pole from time to time to adjust his position.
No one spoke.
The atmosphere on the bamboo raft was a bit awkward.
After all, the team was formed out of desperation, so we can't expect them to be as close as a family.
Su Xi hugged her head and huddled in the corner, responding to Xiao Hua who came to care with a not-so-friendly expression.
Hu Xiaobei stared at Su Xi, obviously not intending to let this woman escape from him for the second time.
The playboy was not nervous at all. He hummed a cheerful tune, just like an ordinary person on an outing.
Wang Jinze leaned on his backpack, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and seemed to have fallen asleep.
"Wang Jin..."
Xi Chi looked at the white-haired young man and called tentatively.
After seeing the finger tapping the shotgun lightly, he shrank his neck and moved closer to Song He.
"Dude, what are you staring at here?"
"monster."
Song Heyan answered concisely and concisely.
After learning the identity of the drama geek Su Xi, he became reluctant to communicate with the two fugitives.
"...What the hell?"
Xi Chi scratched his head, his face full of confusion.
It was a coincidence that the two of them came here, just after Wang Jin settled everything.
"We'll find out later."
A familiar voice sounded, cold and a bit scary.
The playboy smiled bitterly and retracted his position.
After boarding the bamboo raft, the two of them completely lost the initiative.
Let’s not talk about whether Wang Jin stuffed anything into them.
In terms of numbers alone, drama fans do not have an advantage.
Once he makes any changes, Wang Jin, Hu Xiaobei, and Song He will besiege him.
Even if you successfully escape, there is a high probability that you will be washed away by the current and buried at the bottom of the river.
What's more, Su Xi was deeply polluted, and her physical and mental state were extremely poor.
Can't fight, can't run away.
Instead of confronting someone head-on, it is better to pretend to cater to them and wait for the opportunity.
"Tsk."
Looking at Xi Chi and Su Xi, Wang Jin curled his lips.
When communicating with Song He, Wang Jin specifically asked about the situation on the road.
As a result, the man hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "My dad said it's very dangerous."
It's gone.
Song Paitou did not tell Song He the details, maybe because he never planned to let him set foot here in his life.
Wang Jin could only be more careful.
If you only follow Hu Xiaobei, it means that you have to be careful about Xi Chi and Su Xi while dealing with the crisis.
Bringing these two guys up, although it sounds dangerous, is actually the most perfect solution at the moment.
Rather than letting them poke and prod at you secretly, it's better to keep him with you and let Hu Xiaobei watch over him strictly.
The two originally opposing groups temporarily formed a fragile alliance.
Wow——
The bamboo pole was swept horizontally and pointed diagonally in the water.
The speed has slowed down a lot, and the bamboo rafts are moving forward slowly.
call--
The bamboo pole was thrown out with a sound of breaking through the air, pointing into the distance.
The black shadow floated up and down in the river, but was not washed away. Instead, it strangely moved upstream, facing the bamboo raft.
"look."
Song He vomited blood and froth, but the movements of his hands were not out of shape at all.
He can also control a three- to four-meter-long bamboo pole like an arm. This skill alone should not be underestimated.
The distance was getting closer and closer, and Song He could clearly see the outline of the black shadow.
"I feel like a deadbeat."
Song He whispered softly.
Damn it, drifter.
This type of word is commonly used by fishermen and means floating corpses on the water.
Fishing corpses out of the river is almost as common to them as catching a cold.
It's just that there's something obviously wrong with this thing going upstream...
"Just avoid it."
Wang Jin squinted his eyes to check and shook his head slightly.
The target is Chen's family, there is no need to take the initiative to provoke these things.
The bamboo raft shook slightly and continued to move forward.
The black shadow was getting closer and closer, three to five meters away from the bamboo raft.
Wang Jin took a rough look.
It is indeed a corpse.
Only the head disappeared along with the spine and internal organs, and the river water poured into the chest along the wound on the neck, making a gurgling sound.
The clothes were stretched open, revealing the white and swollen body.
The skin in some places was translucent and seemed about to burst.
The blisters were so severe that the time of death could not be seen.
"Hongshan."
Wang Jin confirmed the other party's identity.
Although the clothes were damaged and the head was missing, he could recognize the gunshot wound on his leg.
I beat it with my own hands using Alice.
After being hit twice by a shotgun with that kind of power, he would have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
"A guy who could only use a wheelchair died in the river."
Wang Jin frowned and muttered softly.
He remembered that Hong Shan's wheelchair was placed in the terraced house, and it seemed that Song He had picked it up.
In other words, it is impossible for Hongshan to move on its own.
Either he was carried away by other gangsters, or he was captured by something.
"The same way the villagers died."
Hu Xiaobei glanced at it and looked away.
"Yes, that's the wound."
"Last night...click..."
Xi Chi was gesturing wildly and became a little excited.
Apparently he recalled something not so good.
He reached out to touch the body, but Song He knocked him back with a bamboo pole.
"You can't touch dead floats."
"Tsk..."
Xi Chi curled his lips and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
The body floated farther and farther with the current.
Song He stretched out his hand and grasped one end of the bamboo pole and pushed it forward suddenly.
Bamboo poles were placed on the corpse.
Bang!
The corpse exploded strangely, and black air rose up and dispersed in the wind.
Countless pieces of meat flew out in all directions and fell into the river with splashes, making splashes.
The already turbid river water was stained with blood and exuded a disgusting smell.
"Rot will produce gas, and this is no exception."
Song He nodded, as if he had been used to it for a long time.
Most people were startled by this extremely impactful scene and turned away.
Only Wang Jin looked at the corpse explosion just now with interest, as if he was planning to find some clues from it.
"The villagers in the ancestral hall didn't explode. Didn't they die long enough..."
Hu Xiaobei covered his mouth and nose while thinking, his beautiful eyebrows slightly wrinkled.
Her overly sensitive sense of smell made her suffer even more at times like this.
"oh?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows, seeming to be very interested in this sentence.
He reached out to scoop up some river water without hesitation, and then looked up at the rainwater.
After two seconds of silence, Wang Jin nodded secretly, showing an expression of sudden realization.
"...How do you know this? Are we seeing the same thing?"
The drama fanatic was suddenly speechless.
While he was being whipped with a bamboo pole, Wang Jin seemed to have gone through a long series of reasoning that gave him a headache just thinking about it.
"Has this guy always been like this?"
Xi Chi quietly approached Su Xi and asked.
However, the wind blade was thrown over his head and sliced into the Mediterranean Sea.
"You two had better keep your distance."
Hu Xiaobei rotated her fingers, and invisible air flow swirled around her fingertips.