The crow stopped on the dead banyan tree and looked at the four uninvited guests with shining eyes.
"The Geiger counter doesn't respond much."
Wang Jin murmured softly and quickly confirmed the situation.
Rongguan Village is not a weird scene.
But it is undeniable that there is indeed a touch of pollution in the air.
Although it is negligible, it is enough to have some impact on the villagers who live here all year round.
However, it is not.
On the way to the graveyard, Wang Jin took a special look at the old people enjoying the shade at the entrance of the village.
There is nothing unusual about them, they are completely ordinary people.
Even the energy for gossiping is exactly the same as that of other members of the Village Intelligence Unit 6.
"There is pollution, but it does not harm the villagers."
Wang Jin touched his chin and frowned.
Just discovering this phenomenon gave him two doubts.
Where does pollution come from?
And who took action to protect the villagers.
"Baozi, what are you thinking about?"
The girl tilted her head and looked at Wang Jin, as if she didn't quite understand what he was thinking.
His face was filled with sadness even before he arrived... I really don't know what this young human is thinking.
"We...have been heading towards the door of death."
Shi Baibai glanced at the compass in his hand, his voice trembling.
"Nonsense, isn't the cemetery the door to death?"
Bai Jiu rolled his eyes and gave him a drink with his backhand.
He could tell that the little fat man he had watched grow up was very scared.
After all, before this, Shi Baibai was just a Feng Shui master who had not been practicing for a long time.
Usually, if you ask the immortal family to help you, treat people's illnesses and eliminate disasters, you can eat and drink without worries.
Because of this, Shi Baibai was able to forge many immortal relationships.
The offer is generous and the requirements are not high, most wild fairies are willing to help.
But in a blink of an eye, he was involved in the whirlpool that affected the entire Northeast, and became a desperado with his head in his waistband.
As for those wild immortals who had a good relationship with him...
They really didn't abandon Shi Baibai, but were willing to advance and retreat with him.
But these immortals are not deep enough and cannot be of much help.
"Shitou, where is the living door?"
Wang Jin did not respond to Xiao Hui's question, but turned his head and looked at the compass in Shi Baibai's hand.
"In that direction."
The fat man reached out and counted a few times, then pointed to the direction they had just come from.
The results are simple and easy to understand.
Those who retreat live, those who advance die.
"Well...came to the right place."
Wang Jin patted Shi Baibai on the shoulder and smiled.
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"Oh shit…"
Near the abandoned construction site, a stumbling figure quickly dodged and hid behind piled cement pipes.
After confirming that no one was following, Wu Zhuo threw away his sunglasses, put his jacket on inside out, rolled up his trousers, and messed up his hair.
After doing all this, he picked up branches from the ground, closed his eyes, and wandered into the construction site.
As a pimp, he knows how to get away from others in a short time.
Except for those overly distinctive eyes, there are almost no flaws in Wu Zhuo's skills.
"It's time for the person named Chen to settle his mother's debt."
The man murmured softly and tried to walk softly.
The white pupils suddenly shrank, and a touch of pollution spread out from them.
Blood and tears flowed down uncontrollably, and the veins on his forehead began to beat.
But Wu Zhuo did not stop, but carefully observed the building in front of him.
The wall disappeared before his eyes, and everything hidden in the darkness was so clear.
Soon, Wu Zhuo saw the man in a white coat.
"Why don't you change places? You are really not afraid of death..."
After muttering softly, Wu Zhuo smoothed the footprints with a broom he picked up and slowly walked into the building made of reinforced concrete.