At six o'clock in the afternoon, it's time for dinner.
But there was no smoke rising from the small fishing village by the river, instead it was deathly silent.
The doors and windows of every house are closed, and one would like to just brick the door shut.
Even the gaps were blocked tightly with strips of cloth, so no light could shine through.
The villagers huddled in the yard and kept their voices as low as possible.
They are very scared.
But Wang Jin is not mentally ill, he will not suddenly rush into the yard and kill people.
Apparently, the villagers were afraid of something else.
"you two…"
The young man frowned and looked at the two figures in front of him.
Liu Shuisheng, who had already taken care of his wound, still had Xiaohua with red eyes.
Liu Shuisheng had a penetrating injury to one of his legs and could not stand firmly.
However, his fists were still clenched as if facing a formidable enemy, and the muscles all over his body were tense like spasms.
Xiaohua held on to the corner of Liu Shuisheng's clothes and stuck her head out from behind to check the situation from time to time.
Although the movements are not standard, the mood is very full.
Wang Jin could tell that they were on guard against the coming powerful enemy.
But the eyes of these two people were not focused on themselves.
So Wang Jin turned to look behind him...
Nothing at all.
"What are you guarding against?"
"cough."
Song He used crutches and struggled to move his body.
His condition was very bad. The area of the dragon's body was getting larger and larger, almost spreading to his neck.
Blood slowly seeped out from the collar, and Song He's complexion began to turn pale.
He waved his hand and explained to Wang Jin apologetically.
"The former platoon leaders were all capable and would not just wait to die."
"A few years ago, there was a leader who led the whole village to resist. Unfortunately, it had no effect. Instead, it angered the Mud Dragon King."
"From then on, it always brought other things with it when it came...or rather, men."
Song He gestured, as if he didn't know how to describe it.
"These things are not very strong, and an adult male can easily fight them off with a hatchet."
"But Shuisheng is weak and Xiaohua is too young."
"It's difficult for them this time of year."
Looking at Xiao Hua running behind him, Song He reached out and touched her head, and then sighed.
"That's it."
Wang Jin nodded, squatted down and looked at Xiaohua.
This little girl seems to be holding something in her hand.
Wang Jin glanced over and recognized that it was a pair of scissors.
"Are you scared?"
Wang Jin reached out and patted Xiaohua's head and asked.
"No...not afraid."
Xiaohua's voice was trembling, but she still shook her head stubbornly.
"Songhe protected us before, but now Songhe is sick, we protect Songhe."
Xiaohua said softly, then shrank back behind Song He.
Liu Shuisheng did not speak, but nodded.
They want to help.
Wang Jin didn't smile like Song He did, but rubbed his temples and began to worry.
Song He is tall and strong, and his strength is much greater than that of ordinary people.
Not to mention Song Paitou, who was friends with the She family, he was a man who made a living on the river.
Normally, it wouldn't take much effort for them to protect Liu Shuisheng and Xiaohua, it was just a piece of cake.
I guess I didn't even pay much attention to it.
Now Song Paitou does not know whether he is alive or dead, and Song He has been hit by the haunting dragon again.
Xiaohua and Liu Shuisheng chose to help in turn without hesitation.
The kindness of a drop of water is repaid by a spring of water.
Wang Jin doesn't dislike this kind of behavior, and is even glad that there are finally two normal people in the village.
But no matter what... Xiaohua and Liu Shuisheng are now a burden.
There are many things to do, and they are also very dangerous.
In this situation, there is really no way to take care of other people, let alone a wounded person and a child.
Song He was targeted by the Mud Dragon King, and Wang Jin couldn't let these two little guys stay with him.
If sent to other villagers' homes...
Those villagers would probably give the little flowers to Sun Tiezui without hesitation.
The whereabouts of Liu Shuisheng and Xiaohua became a problem.
"You may die if you take care of it, but you will definitely die if you don't care."
Wang Jin is very good at analyzing problems and simplifying them into the most common options.
So he rarely hesitates, and it was the same this time.
"well."
Wang Jin sighed and looked at Song He.
"Take Xiaohua to hide in the house and try to make her sleep for a while."
"Shui Sheng took the talisman I gave you and hid it in the coffin. If the Mud Dragon King enters the courtyard... I may need your help."
After briefly arranging other people's tasks, Wang Jin turned around and left the small courtyard.
Hu Xiaobei, who had been busy, stood up and gestured to him.
The layout is completed.
She used inhibitors to turn a small patch of ground in front of the courtyard gate into soft soil, and then stuck something on the door.
Obviously, the idea is the same as Wang Jin.
The closer the Mud Dragon King gets, the faster people die.
Stopping at the gate of the courtyard means that the person has seven days left to live. If he enters the courtyard, he only has three days. If he lets it enter the house... he only has one day left.
Wang Jin wanted to save Song He's life, so he needed to stop the Mud Dragon King as much as possible to buy himself enough time to investigate.
"call…"
The young man took a deep breath and called out Xiao Hei and Mirror Ghost.
These two little guys are responsible for the defense behind the house to prevent those "men" from harming Xiaohua and the others.
According to what Song He said, the Mud Dragon King would float along the river and appear at the door without anyone noticing.
Wang Jin couldn't tell which direction this thing would come from.
Unfortunately, time was tight and Hu Xiaobei could only arrange the ground on the left.
Give the right side where the blood poison and inhibitors are buried to Wang Jin.
This was also something he had calculated in advance.
The downstream corresponds to the right.
It is impossible for a fool to stare downstream when looking at the road before his death.
Wow…
The rain is getting heavier.
The boy and the girl stood at the door, one on the left and the other on the right, like two silent sculptures.
"Silly boy."
Hu Xiaobei spoke suddenly, and she turned to look at Wang Jin, but stopped talking.
"What's wrong?"
The latter was still thinking, tapping his fingers lightly by his side.
He found that Hu Xiaobei had been looking thoughtful.
When she makes this expression, she is usually thinking about whether to have hot pot or barbecue later.
Only this time something is different.
"There's something I don't understand."
Hu Xiaobei frowned and spoke softly.
"Before I met you, I didn't like humans very much. I thought they were selfish and afraid of death, so I resisted transformation."
"When I saw the appearance of those villagers just now, I realized that I was right."
"They are afraid of death, so they will kill others to survive."
"But... Xiaohua is also afraid of death, but I don't hate her, and I even want her to live."
"Very contradictory."
Wang Jin nodded and gave his own evaluation.
He wanted to help Hu Xiaobei answer his doubts.
Unfortunately, Kaitan's views on human beings...he has no say in this topic.
"Yeah, it's very contradictory."
The girl frowned slightly.
"I don't seem to hate humans who are afraid of death... I just hate selfish guys."
"To survive in pursuit of something."
"People at this time are not so annoying, maybe because they give their lives meaning."
Hu Xiaobei murmured and suddenly raised his head to look at Wang Jin.
"Silly boy, you are an exception."
"You live for something in your heart, and you are always ready to die for it."
"To achieve your goal, you can clear everything in front of you."
"That's right."
Wang Jin nodded and readily accepted this evaluation.
He never felt like a partner in justice.
From the beginning, Wang Jin knew that the real world was different from the education he had received since childhood.
Even in a jungle built of steel and concrete, the law of the jungle still applies.
Right and wrong are not that important, what really matters is interests.
Those who threaten interests are enemies, and those who can bring benefits are friends.
That's all.
"Isn't this selfish?"
Hu Xiaobei frowned, his eyes full of confusion.
"I don't like selfish people, but I...cough."
A blush flashed across the girl's face, and she turned to look into Wang Jin's eyes, as if she wanted to find something in the bottomless darkness.
"Although you always say you are selfish, you are different from those villagers."
"What's the difference?"
Hu Xiaobei frowned and thought seriously.
The sound of rain gradually became quieter, as if this was just an ordinary night.
"Yeah, what's the difference?"
The young man smiled and turned to look at Hu Xiaobei.
He really didn't expect that this lazy little fox would ask such a profound question.
It’s so profound that Wang Jin doesn’t even know the answer.
He needs to think carefully.
Wang Jin just stared at the river and thought, until a faint sound from his wrist interrupted his thoughts.
Click.
This is the timing function of the Geiger counter.
Making this sound means...
Early morning has arrived.
boom--
Thunder exploded, illuminating the faces of Wang Jin and Hu Xiaobei.
"Ouch..."
There was a strange roar in the air, and the rain suddenly became several times more violent, causing pain.
"coming."
The ears on the top of his head moved, Hu Xiaobei's expression became solemn, and he turned into a fox and ran upstream.
"Light."
Amber light flashed in the young man's eyes, but his target was Hu Xiaobei.
This little fox only has two tails left, and its wind control ability has been greatly weakened.
With Wang Jin's help...
"I've lost a lot of weight!"
"ha."
Wang Jin smiled at the proud little fox flying slowly into the sky, turned over and jumped onto the courtyard wall, moving downstream.
A fully loaded backpack is heavy.
Without the assistance of Xiao Hei and Mirror Ghost, his speed dropped back to the level of a normal person.
call--
The strong wind howled, and Wang Jin's speed increased a bit.
Blessing from Hu Xiaobei.
“So considerate.”
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and jumped back and forth on the roof.
Soon, he saw a dark shadow appear on the river in the distance.
The shadow moved upstream unnaturally, as if it had merged with the raging river.
Although I can't see the shape clearly, I can tell from the surging pollution...
Mud Dragon King.
Whoosh!
Almost as soon as the Mud Dragon King appeared, Wang Jin raised his shotgun without hesitation and pulled the trigger toward the sky.
The light roared up, turning the night into a blood-red color.
Flares can also be used for lighting.
The light allowed Wang Jin to locate the black shadow near the shore.
It climbed over from the edge of the willow tree.
"Well come."
Wang Jin grinned and pressed the switch.
The body of the fool was buried under the willow tree.
Also buried were the inhibitors that Wang Jin conveniently threw away.
Tiny explosions can lift away topsoil and turn the inhibitor into a rising mist.
boom.
A small explosion sounded.
Dark red viscous substance poured out and stained the black shadow.
The black shadow roared twice angrily, looking up to the sky and roaring.
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows, his expression a little complicated.
The good news is that inhibitors can help.
Bad news, the noise in my ears gradually unified into a terrifying rumble.
The storm is coming.
"Manipulating the weather? It's a little tricky."
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and began to flip through his backpack.
The Mud Dragon King cannot be broken, otherwise Song He will die tonight.
The liquid used for suppression can play a very limited role in heavy rain.
A small part of Wang Jin's layout is unusable.
Of course, it's impossible for him not to consider this.
The reason for using the Kaitan inhibitor, which is obviously affected by the climate, is because Wang Jin has already made preparations.
The young man reached behind his back and pulled something.
Four green-blue flags slowly emerged from his backpack, with water patterns and light flowing around them.
In front of Wang Jin, a half-human-high blue shadow of the word "Ling" suddenly appeared in front of him.
He waved his hand.
The rainwater is bound by aqua-blue light and suspended a few centimeters from the body surface.
Running water flag.
The effect is not too strong, it can only roughly control the water flow around you, and there is a distance limit.
If it's not raining heavily, I'll basically just burn fire sticks.
In addition, its side effects will make the user extremely afraid of water for a period of time, and even touching it will cause convulsions all over the body.
The price-performance ratio is very low, and it usually needs to be used with the magic talk ability of Lan Yixi.
It's a pity that Wang Jin is not a mixed race.
Even if you forcefully use Kaidan items, you won't be able to show your true strength.
"Barely enough."
Wang Jin frowned and started to take things out of his backpack.
He never intended to use the water flag to cause harm.
"Ouch!"
The black shadow let out a strange roar, and its speed suddenly increased several times.
Without hesitation, he rushed to the front house.
"Oh shit..."
Wang Jin cursed in a low voice and jumped down from the eaves.
The moment he changed positions, several tiles flew past Wang Jin's ears and fell to pieces on the ground.
The wind was incredibly strong and the rain made it hard to open one's eyes.
Fortunately, the running water flag was able to block them in front of him, allowing Wang Jin to maintain a clear field of vision.
Whoosh!
The tiles shot out, targeting Wang Jin who was in the air.
Wang Jin pulled something out from his lower back and pulled the trigger.
That was a pitch-black hand crossbow.
Suppression Department equipment, Iron Spider.
Usually, Xiao Hei helps, so Wang Jin doesn't need this thing.
But he still practiced a lot on weekdays in order to be able to face such emergencies.
call--
The hook hit the trees in the distance, and Wang Jin's figure floated like a fallen leaf.
"She looks really unique."
Wang Jin murmured softly and looked at the Mud Dragon King.
The outline of this ghost gradually became clearer, and Wang Jin was able to see clearly the other person's appearance through the light of the flare.
It was a clay statue nearly three meters high.
There was no place in the whole body that could move, but it was moving so fast on the ground, much faster than Wang Jin who was running at full strength.
As the old saying goes, "When a clay Buddha crosses a river, he cannot save himself."
But not only was the statue that floated all the way from the river undamaged, it even stood firm in the storm.
If you look closely, you will find that it is covered with a layer of mucus.
Slime that shouldn't belong in a clay statue at all.
Besides...this look has nothing to do with the word "Dragon King".
A normal statue of the Dragon King should be a tall man with a dragon head and a body dressed in gorgeous clothes. Even if it is a clay statue, you can see a trace of nobility.
The Mud Dragon King is different.
Although there is a dragon in his name, the Mud Dragon King has no dragon horns on his head, and his head is flatter and slender.
It looks a bit nondescript.
But now, Wang Jin has no time to think about what this guy is.
He was constantly opening the seals of the inhibitors and spilling them into the air.
The dark red liquid spilled and solidified in place under the influence of the command flag.
It has not been spilled, has not evaporated, and has not been washed away by rain.
They stayed quietly beside Wang Jin, wrapping him up.
ready.
The Mud Dragon King is getting faster and faster, and will soon be near the pavilion.
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and threw away the last inhibitor bottle.
The iron spider in his hand had reached its limit, so Wang Jin simply let go of his hand and used the force to swing himself out.
The landing point coincides with where the Mud Dragon King is about to arrive.
"Try this."
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes, reached out and grabbed the four-pole flag behind him, and pulled hard.
The water flag fell off, and the shadow of the character in front of him blurred instantly and disappeared in the air.
The inhibitor that originally enveloped Wang Jin fell down with the heavy rain, pouring it on the Mud Dragon King.
"Ouch!"
It was hard to imagine that a clay statue could make such a weird roar. Wang Jin couldn't figure out what kind of animal it was after listening for a long time.
However, the movement speed of the Mud Dragon King is indeed much slower.
call--
The inspiration warning jumped wildly, and Wang Jin subconsciously turned sideways to avoid it.
There was a chill in my ears, and a strand of wet hair fell to the ground.
Wang Jin pulled out the nail sword without hesitation and turned his head to check.
What comes into view is a breathtaking and bizarre scene.
Countless pale arms covered with dirt were coiled and folded, almost filling the entire field of vision.
Normal people's arms shouldn't be this long, nor should they have so many joints.
It's like a bamboo being knocked to the ground.
Wang Jin couldn't even see where the other ends of these arms came from, and could only slightly estimate the distance between the joints.
Two meters.
The palm is obviously the size of a normal human being, but the forearm is fully two meters long.
These slender arms sticking out from nowhere seemed to have been following Wang Jin, hidden in the mud and shadows.
Turning around, I happened to see these arms coming from all directions, crawling towards the inhabited house.
The pale hands seemed to have eyes and began to knock on the door frantically.
Boom, boom, boom.
The sound of bones colliding with wood sounded, almost drowning out the sound of rain in his ears.
This scene was so weird that Wang Jin was stunned subconsciously.
The next second, he forcibly turned his gaze back.
But they found that the Mud Dragon King had disappeared.
"Damn it!"
Wang Jin cursed in a low voice.
Song He said that the Mud Dragon King would appear at the door without anyone noticing after landing.
Unexpectedly, I didn't see it at a glance. This ghost thing didn't even leave a shadow.
"I hope there won't be any problems with the little fox."
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and ran towards Song He's house.
——
In the fishing village.
Not everyone pretends to be facing an enemy.
For example, Sun Tiezui.
Even though Hong Shan told him over and over again that something strange would come knocking on the door tonight.
But Sun Tiezui still didn't react at all, and even opened the courtyard door wide.
This made Hong Shan more dissatisfied, so he took his younger brother and hid in the back room and sealed the doors and windows with wooden strips.
Sun Tiezui was left alone in the yard in the rain.
"Boss, isn't this not good?"
Someone looked out through the gap in the window and happened to see Sun Tiezui standing in the yard like a drowned rat.
This master, who had always been respected by them, suddenly became so unpopular.
"Why is it bad?"
Hong Shan stared and roared from his throat.
"We were almost killed by Wang Jin. Did you fart when you saw him?"
“I’ve been carrying around a pretending to be an expert all day long, but in reality it’s nothing.”
"We have tried to persuade him, but whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with us. Do you understand?"
"Ming...understood."
The younger brother who was scolded shrank his neck and nodded slightly.
[Author's digression]: That's outrageous
I just copied a chapter twice and want to see if I can send it out.