The young man adjusted his raincoat, took the bamboo hat from the shadow and put it on his head.
Xiaohei and Mirror Ghost have completed the preliminary layout during this period of time.
Song He said that the Mud Dragon King cannot be broken into pieces, otherwise the leader of the queue will be hurt to death by the haunting dragon.
Therefore, Wang Jin did not arrange explosive bombs, but only prepared blood poison, inhibitors, and one or two talismans.
The wool collected from Lu Zhishou's body was too complicated, and only Shi Baibai could barely understand it.
Wang Jin didn't plan to use it until he figured out how to use it.
The talisman paper this time was drawn by himself.
Although he was almost hacked to death last time, Wang Jin still dreamed that one day he would be able to casually take dozens of thunder photos.
So he started from the simplest and kept practicing in the dream world.
Thanks to his skillful hands, which he practiced hard since childhood, Wang Jin has made rapid progress in this area.
Although he couldn't portray the charm, he could imitate the shape of the talisman paper by copying the gourd and the ladle.
For example, the simplest sixteen-mouth awakening power talisman.
In addition to making wine, this thing can also dissolve demonic power.
So Wang Jin got one for Song He and two more for himself.
"Finally clean."
The girl sighed and turned to look at Wang Jin.
The carefree smile on her face had long since disappeared, and instead it was filled with worry.
"Yeah...you noticed it too?"
Wang Jin frowned.
From the moment he walked out of the yard, his complexion never improved.
"What just happened was so confusing that ordinary people would be distracted and unable to see the details."
Wang Jin nodded and walked back to the willow tree.
The fool has died, and the body is cooling rapidly in the rain, and the final temperature will disappear within five minutes.
"But if you think about it carefully, you will find that...it doesn't make sense."
Wang Jin murmured softly.
"The matter of little flowers fetching water."
"Although it is rare to find pure water in fishing villages, you should not use river water to wash wounds, as it will definitely cause infection."
"Xiaohua went to get water from other places, but she happened to be caught by the river."
The young man frowned slightly and turned to look at Hu Xiaobei.
"Did you just ask her?"
"I asked, but she struggled too much and couldn't listen at all."
Hu Xiaobei shook his head slightly, with regret on his face.
She is also a tuner and can even be considered Wang Jin’s predecessor.
Although the basis is different, she can still tell where the problem lies.
"What we usually drink is rainwater."
The sound of legs rubbing against the ground was heard. Song He seemed to be alarmed by the explosion just now, and dragged his body to Wang Jin's side.
He looked at the fool with compassion and spoke softly.
"It's just that rainwater deteriorates easily and will smell strange overnight."
"Fortunately, it rains here almost all year round, so drinking water is not a problem."
Song He stretched out a hand to catch the rain, not knowing what he was thinking.
"What about domestic water?"
Hu Xiaobei frowned and spoke.
She had long smelled the smell of rotting fish and shrimp in the rainwater, so she had been thinking about this issue.
People don’t drink much water in a day, and rainwater is barely enough.
It takes much more than that to keep itself clean.
Song He said that rainwater cannot be stored, so washing clothes and bathing will become a problem.
"Domestic water? Let's go to the ancestral hall to get water. There is a small well there."
The bald man thought for a moment and pointed to the other end of the village.
"Well water is cleaner than rainwater, but the well is too small and everyone has to queue up."
"That's where Xiaohua went just now."
"Understood."
Wang Jin nodded slowly and breathed into his hands.
His hands and feet tend to get cold when he is thinking hard. This is a minor problem of his.
"Now there are three sources of water."
"[Rainwater] has a short shelf life but is easy to obtain."
"[Well water] is cleaner than rainwater, but is not used for drinking water because it is difficult to obtain."
"Besides...there is [River Water] which has no effect but is the largest in quantity."
The young man rubbed his hands together and subconsciously integrated the information he had received.
For a long time, Wang Jin slowly raised his head, his eyes lingering on the fool's slightly bulging belly.
"You said...the fool doesn't know where the water is drinkable?"
"yes."
Song He nodded and looked at the cold body.
"Zi Chen doesn't like drinking rainwater. He thinks it's too slow to open his mouth and drink it, which doesn't quench his thirst."
"We were worried that if he fell into the well, the whole village would not be able to use water, and Zichen would not be allowed near the ancestral hall."
"So he...has been drinking from the river."
"Zi Chen?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and asked with interest.
"My father gave it to me."
Song He smiled.
"Everyone calls him a fool...but my dad thinks everyone should have a name."
"But we are the only ones who call her that way."
"…Um."
Wang Jin was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.
He didn't speak casually, but took advantage of this moment to collect more information about Song Paitou.
For example, what kind of person is the other person?
Although Wang Jin thinks Song Paitou is a bastard, he must understand these things.
If you have enough clues, you can try using profiling yourself.
However, the top priority is to deal with the Mud Dragon King and let Song He survive tonight.
"Just do it."
Song He spoke suddenly, as if he had guessed what the young man in front of him wanted to do.
He saw Wang Jin squatting in front of the fool's body and hesitated for a rare moment.
"good."
Wang Jin nodded, and a fruit knife stained with blood appeared in his hand.
This knife is indeed sharp, but unfortunately it is too thin. It cannot be slashed without turning into a nail sword, and even thrusting is very difficult.
But this shape is surprisingly suitable for...
Anatomy.
From the moment he walked here, Wang Jin was considering whether to cut open the fool's body to check the specific situation.
Wang Jin witnessed his death with his own eyes and was able to see details that others could not.
For example, when a fool opens his mouth, he will spit out a strong fishy smell. Another example is that before he dies, he stares at the upstream position, with dark liquid flowing out of his mouth.
Wang Jin was worried that these details would be noticed by others, so he covered them up without leaving any trace when he reached out to cover the other person's eyes.
"Now...it's time for me to see these secrets."
The young man put the fruit knife on the corpse, used slight force, and cut open the chest.
The incredibly thick putrid smell spewed out, completely undisturbed by the rain.
"vomit…"
Song He retched twice uncontrollably. He didn't know if it was the first time he saw an anatomy or if he was stimulated by the smell.
Hu Xiaobei tried his best to check the situation, but he covered his mouth and nose tightly with a pair of jade hands, and his joints were slightly white from the exertion.
Only Wang Jin didn't react at all, the blade in his hand was as precise as a machine.
"There is black fluid in the lungs, no wonder the breathing is not normal."
"The effusion is not thick...should it be choked in?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and showed Song He his fool's lungs.
"Look, is it much different from spoiled rainwater?"
"Ugh... they are quite similar, but there are some indescribable differences."
"I'll go back and collect some rainwater, let it sit overnight and we'll find out."
Song He suppressed his nausea and answered.
He watched an acquaintance being disemboweled in front of him and observed the fluid in his lungs.
This scene was a bit too bloody for him.
"Hmm, good idea...provided you survive tonight."
Wang Jin nodded and continued what he was doing.
"There's nothing wrong with my heart. It looks healthy."
"Then all that's left is...the stomach."
The young man took a deep breath and turned to look at Hu Xiaobei and Song He.
It seemed to remind them to be prepared.
Almost instantly, the girl turned into a fox and hid in Wang Jin's backpack.
Song He was a little slow to react, and could only watch helplessly as Wang Jin stretched the blade towards his slightly bloated stomach.
Poof——
When the blade passed by, there was no weird smell as expected.
The liquid flows out, but the color is not that thick and black.
They are brown.
It's said to be brown...actually it's more like the color of earth.
Looking from a distance, the fool seemed to have drank a lot of mud.
"Are you sure this is river water?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at Song He with interest.
"It's river water. I saw him lying on the bank drinking it this morning."
Song He frowned, as if he didn't understand the situation in front of him.
He looked at the brown liquid still pouring out of the fool's stomach, and then turned to look at the rushing river.
The river water...is mud?
This is simply impossible.
The whole village has been making a living from fish in the river for so many years.
If the river water were really mud, there would be no way there would be so many fish.
only…
No one has ever drank river water in so many years, and even if they had, it would be impossible to open their stomachs and see the color.
Even someone like Song He, who grew up by the river, couldn't give Wang Jin accurate information.
"interesting."
Wang Jin touched his chin, stood up slowly, and nodded to the corpse.
The dissection is over and the fool has shown his final value.
"Thank you, you will save many people."
Wang Jin spoke softly, amber light flashing in his eyes.
"Collapse."
The ground, which had become soft due to rain, slowly sank, turning into a pit just big enough to accommodate a fool.
Wang Jin is not a good person, but he has his own principles.
Since you dissected someone, you should at least help with the burial.
"this…"
Song He watched all this blankly.
He never thought humans could do such a thing.
"It's getting dark, go back and wait."
Wang Jin took a deep breath and smiled at Song He.
He also wanted Song He to have more confidence in himself by doing this, so as not to lose his will to survive when facing the Mud Dragon King.
Seeing that his goal was achieved, Wang Jin didn't stay much longer.
He placed the bamboo hat in front of Zichen's grave and turned to leave.