Wang Jin recited it back and forth twice and nodded seriously.
Then he stopped making any sound.
Chang Tianliu opened his mouth, seemingly ready to answer Wang Jin's question.
But this kid didn't ask anything.
So Chang Tianliu's words were rejected.
She snorted secretly and stopped talking.
With only the sound of water in his ears, Wang Jin walked back and forth in the jungle composed of bronze pillars.
His figure is agile and elegant, and Chang Tianliu no longer even needs to tell him the route.
It's like I was born to live here.
A long silence.
Finally, Chang Tianliu coughed awkwardly and asked.
"How did you..."
"How do I know the way?"
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"Last time I almost drowned in my dream, I happened to remember it."
The young man turned to look at Song He, trying to see through those dull eyes.
"The words about helping to lead the way were also told to you."
"Did you lure me out on purpose?"
Chang Tianliu's voice was a bit colder.
"Um."
Wang Jin stopped suddenly, and his original smile-like expression disappeared instantly.
He looked at Song He with a cold expression.
"Know your place."
"I don't need to know about Chang Tianqing, I can handle it myself as a mermaid."
"I came here just to save Song He, and his haunted dragon... was also caused by you."
"According to common sense, I should seek revenge from you."
"Can you understand?"
Without warning, Wang Jin took the initiative to push the conversation to the brink of collapse.
"How dare you..."
Chang Tianliu's voice became darker and seemed to be a little angry.
"Even if you pretend to be like this, I still know that you are strong on the outside but weak on the inside."
Wang Jin did not save face for the other party at all, but directly tore her disguise apart.
"I'm not an expert, I'm just a wage earner."
"However, it is not difficult to kill you now."
“…”
Chang Tianliu said nothing.
She nodded silently and slowly left Song He.
In the end, there was only an incredibly soft whisper left.
"Understood."
"ha."
The gloom on the young man's face disappeared, and instead he showed a sunny smile of successful conspiracy.
Sometimes, the exchange of interests does not need to be fully stated.
Even just a name and a look.
Chang Tianliu said his name, but Wang Jin did not give an answer immediately.
Just watching the other person's reaction.
Sure enough, she waited for Wang Jin to ask.
By asking this question, the conversation will fall into the rhythm of the other person.
The situation will turn into "if you want to know the information about Chang Tianqing, you have to rescue Chang Tianliu" in an instant.
And Wang Jinhui changed from a unilateral rescue to a necessary rescue.
In this way, "rescue" is equated with "intelligence".
All in all, it was a loss.
Wang Jin, on the other hand, firmly controlled the rhythm of the conversation in his own hands.
First of all, it is pointed out that "Chang Tianliu almost killed herself" and "Songhe's haunting dragon also started because of her".
Let the other party make amends.
Then say words like "revenge" and "attack" to make the other party afraid.
Therefore, Chang Tianliu could only shut up.
The situation will change from "rescue equals intelligence" to "I rescued you, so you have to give me equal bargaining chips, and... I will kill you if you don't give me information."
Earn blood.
And that equal bargaining chip was the reason why Wang Jin took such a big detour.
Xiaobai grave.
This is his goal.
But Wang Jin acted extremely calm and didn't even mention it at all.
Chang Tianliu had no chance of scheming. She lost from the moment she said her name.
Wang Jin is a tuner.
Although the negotiation method is a bit tough, it always satisfies both parties.
"ah!"
Song He covered his head and growled in pain.
"There was something running around in my head just now."
"Yes, I even scolded him."
Wang Jin nodded and rummaged through his backpack.
Xingshenhuali wine can alleviate the sequelae of Xianjia's upper body to a certain extent... huh?
The rummaging hands slowly stopped.
Wang Jin stretched out his fingers and took out the piece of scrap metal from his backpack.
Scarlet Arms.
Ever since Liu Tian spilled the unknown liquid, the Scarlet Armed Forces had super evolved for half a week, and then suddenly turned into scrap metal.
If it hadn't been for the slight trembling at the moment, Wang Jin would have almost forgotten about it.
"Wait...Liu Tian?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.
He, the marksmanship teacher, knew Chang Tianqing and they were old acquaintances.
Chang Tianliu and Chang Tianqing are also related.
However, the scarlet weapons buzzed and trembled as they passed by this area where dragon blood had been spilled.
Wang Jin suddenly had an inexplicable suspicion in his mind.
"Ahem..."
Song He coughed twice and looked at Wang Jin helplessly.
The latter patted his forehead, took out a wine bottle and drank it for him.
——
"Damn, this thing is so tough."
Willow gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice.
The Baby-headed and Belly Corpse God is an evil god who founded a sect in Nanyang.
And they are the creations of Nanyang Masters.
Although everyone in the front row has unique skills and is extremely brave, this cannot make up for the huge gap in strength.
If you can't beat it, you can't beat it.
The power of the Baby-Headed-Belly-Corpse God...or rather, its authority, is crawling.
But it's not really like the nicknamed "Crawling God", it just crawls all over the ground.
It will leave paw prints wherever it walks.
The palm prints will quickly spread and rot, almost like an infectious disease.
Such as now.
Near Peach Blossom Pond, almost nothing can be seen.
What you see is a dark patch of darkness.
The trees became dark and the stones became dark.
An illusory baby's head grew from the top, the spine penetrated the tree, and the intestines wound up.
Those things did not sink into the swamp, nor did they twist and disappear.
Instead, it stayed there quietly, turning into an abyss that swallowed everything.
The terrain became increasingly complex, and rotten palm prints appeared on the bodies of the leaders.
At first, they could tear off the flesh instantly to prevent the palm prints from spreading.
But gradually, they couldn't keep up.
On the one hand, they have hurt themselves so many times that even they can’t stand it.
On the other hand, the palm prints are corroding their bodies.
The speed slows down, and if you stop to repair your body at this time, you will only get more palm prints.
They are gradually becoming passive.
Except for that small white figure in mid-air.
Hu Xiaobei's rich experience allows him to know what he must avoid, even if he pays a certain price.
She has torn off the flesh covered by the palm prints more than once.
Because of this, Hu Xiaobei's condition remains at its peak.
"call…"
The little fox wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled.
"That's almost it."
She was not worried about the Baby Head and Belly Corpse God fighting her, but she was worried about him hiding his head and showing his tail.
And now...
Focusing on the lingering black shadow, Hu Xiaobei narrowed his eyes.
——
In the Bronze City.
Wang Jin was holding the scarlet weapon in one hand and dragging Song He in the other.
After drinking the Xingshenhua Liquor, the leader was no longer seriously ill.
It's just that he doesn't seem to like being possessed, and is trembling one after another at the moment.
when.
Wang Jin patted the scarlet weapons on the bronze pillars like bricks.
A dull crashing sound reached my ears.
Apart from that nothing happened.
"Tsk..."
Wang Jin curled his lips.
He is actually not as laid-back as he seems.
The transformation into a shark is still going on, but Chang Tianliu seems to have learned a lot and is working hard to help suppress it.
Wang Jin wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to awaken the Scarlet Arms before taking action.
The combat effectiveness of this scrap metal is definitely not low.
It's a pity that it doesn't give face.
"Go back and use you to pickle sauerkraut."
Wang Jin patted the Scarlet Armed Forces and showed a kind smile.
The latter trembled even more violently.
Maybe it's scary.
"Better."
Song He took a breath and looked at Wang Jin.
There isn't much in Bronze City.
Except for the gate and pillars.
It's the majestic palace not far away.
It is still made entirely of bronze and is extremely huge.
I wonder what kind of skilled craftsmen are able to carve out such a large and exquisite building.
I don’t know what kind of leader would let such a building sink underwater and turn into a mausoleum.
Of course, Wang Jin doesn't need to know this.
He just needs to go over and chop off Wei Shanhe's head, repair Chang Tianliu properly, and loot the place from top to bottom.
The goal is clear.
Song He obviously knew what Wang Jin was thinking, so at this moment he was moving his hands and feet and took out another weapon from his lower back.
It was a short fork with a double blade, but unfortunately it only had a fork head.
Normally, it would be tied to a stick and thrown.
The special shape allows it to firmly grab prey and then forcefully pull it back in front of it.
The perfect harpoon.
Of course, you can poke something through the head with it.
The prerequisite is that the handle is strong enough.
"I have."
Wang Jin tried his best to straighten the twisted dark red steel bar in his hand and handed it to Song He.
The latter tried it and found that it just fit.
So he gave Wang Jin a thumbs up.
After a little preparation, Wang Jin put out the ring, hid in the darkness with Song He, and quietly touched it.
——
"Ha...ha...fuck."
In the palace.
The man cursed in a low voice as he covered the wound where blood was continuously pouring out.
In front of him stood a woman covered in bruises.
The iron chain passed through the lute's bones and tied her tightly to the bronze pillar in the palace.
There was no fight as imagined.
The woman couldn't even move.
A faint black air crawled over her body, leaving palm prints one after another on her pale skin.
This also made her breathless.
Despite this, the woman still looked up at the man and smiled.
"waste."
That's right.
Even if he is chained up, even if he is tortured by black energy.
She also took advantage of Wei Shanhe's carelessness and stabbed him severely with the ceramic shard that had been hidden in his mouth.
"Remember, this is the cup you gave me to drink from when we last met."
Chang Tianliu spit out the blood-stained ceramic shards and smiled.
"It shouldn't be like this... it shouldn't be..."
Wei Shanhe gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to press the wound.
The dark red tattoo lit up, and the wound slowly healed.
"I almost forgot."
The wound recovered, and Wei Shanhe gradually calmed down.
He took a deep breath and looked at the woman.
"Chang Tianliu."
"It's been seventeen years, even if we're not friends, we should still be better than strangers, right?"
"ha?"
The woman's eyes widened at first, as if she had heard something incredible.
Then he smiled.
"Do you know how long I've lived?"
"I have had many seventeen years, and these experiences will not have any impact on me."
"And you, Wei Shanhe."
"How many more seventeen years do you have left?"
"The story of imprisoning ghosts was wrong from the beginning."
The woman's smile became more and more exaggerated, yet she looked bright and charming.
"You haven't answered my question yet."
Wei Shanhe ignored the other party's cynicism.
Instead, he stood there and spoke again stubbornly.