The shore, which was rarely visited in the past, is a little more lively.
"Are you scared?"
"well enough."
Wang Jin and Xiao Hua chatted wordlessly.
Perhaps because he also has a younger sister, Wang Jin doesn't hate Xiaohua that much.
"But I remember you were so scared that you cried just now."
Wang Jin spread his hands.
"Because there are bad things downstream."
Xiaohua smiled and shook her little arm back and forth.
"yes."
Wang Jin nodded, deeply convinced.
Beside him, a corpse with a broken head floated down the river, and soon disappeared in the rushing water.
Last-hitting has always been Wang Jin's good habit.
Even though he had blown Sun Tiezui's head to pieces, he still did not forget to use blood poison to corrode the opponent's body.
Unfortunately, the blood poison has limited effect on rainy days, and the scarlet weapon has been pretending to be dead in the backpack.
Wang Jin couldn't make it too clean, so he only removed his limbs and threw him into the river.
Along with the amulet.
Wang Jin won't touch such dirty things, and he doesn't intend to put them in his bag.
What's more, the baby-headed corpse god who is looking for death has already become an enemy of himself.
Although he knew that the other party would find him sooner or later... Wang Jin didn't mind causing a little trouble for the doctor.
Wang Jin had been listening to Lu Zhui's reports on the situation in Jiuchun.
Maybe it's because it's been less than twenty-four hours since I left, and nothing has changed there.
The doctor and Lu Zhishou remained silent.
Samsara led Chang Tianqing's remnant gang everywhere, and the major immortal families began to take precautions.
But Wang Jin can't control these things for the time being.
The only thing worth noting is the lightning strike incident that occurred on the mountain road.
It is said that the police are investigating, and the parliament also sent members there at dusk.
Everything is in order.
Without Wang Jin as his main target, Jiuchun seemed to suddenly calm down.
But everyone knows that this is just a moment of peace before the storm.
When Samsara appears again with its [minions], a huge conflict will break out between the two forces.
"What a headache..."
Wang Jin rubbed his temples and walked back slowly.
"Do you have a headache?"
Xiaohua grabbed the young man's hair, leaned down and asked.
Since there was only one set of coir raincoat, she was riding on Wang Jin's neck wearing the coir raincoat.
Like some kind of umbrella held over the head.
"Yes, it won't hurt if you tug lightly."
Wang Jin took a breath, with a helpless smile on his face.
The girl who treated him like this last time has not been seen for a while.
"After we resolve the matter with Jiuchun... let's take Mom and Wang Lin out for a walk."
"Lao Lei's van should be able to accommodate a lot of people. If it doesn't work, just ask someone to borrow it. I remember Li Hui has a motorcycle..."
Wang Jin murmured softly, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"Are you homesick?"
Xiaohua stretched out her hand and tugged again, then asked.
"Don't ask too many questions, little brat."
Wang Jin shook his head and tried to get rid of unnecessary thoughts in his mind.
From the moment he entered the muddy waters of the company, he was destined to be unable to spend time with his family.
Countless pairs of eyes stared at them, and the farther away they were, the better.
Fortunately, the neighbors in Mingyue Community are all good people, so Wang Jin can feel free to fight with others outside.
"When I miss my dad, I also have this look in my eyes."
Xiaohua murmured to herself and patted Wang Jin on the head.
"Your father? Is he Song Paitou?"
The latter sighed and followed the little guy's words.
"no no."
"Song Paitou is very kind to me, but he is not my father."
"My dad is over there, I floated here from there."
As Xiaohua spoke, she stretched out her hand and pointed the direction to Wang Jin.
That's downstream.
“…”
Wang Jin was stunned on the spot.
He had previously investigated that there was a huge rift valley further down this tributary.
The river flows through the rift valley to form a waterfall, and further down the waterfall is the isolated Chenjiaweizi.
This is why Wang Jin must find Song Paitou or cure Song River.
The rapid current downstream and the height difference caused by the waterfall made it impossible for other boaters to go there.
Beyond Chenjiawei is the national border.
If Wang Jin wants to take another route to Chenjiaweizi and back, he has to leave the country first.
When I came back, the daylilies were cold.
All in all...the fishing village is the only place where people can live here.
Xiaohua said that she came from downstream and drifted here.
Wang Jin couldn't be sure if there were any villages downstream, but he knew one thing.
The only thing that can swim upstream from the downstream is an irrational thing like the Mud Dragon King.
"Are you serious?"
Wang Jin grabbed Xiaohua and held her in front of her with his hands on his arms.
The latter chuckled, as if he had no idea what he had just said.
"I can't remember it, but I still have an impression of it."
The little girl found that Wang Jin did not laugh with her, so she took a breath and looked at him curiously.
She didn't understand why this good-looking brother suddenly frowned.
His eyes are no longer so friendly.
"But I don't like it very much. Everyone except dad is very bad."
"So you will be scared when you get close to the downstream..."
Wang Jin nodded slowly.
He will always remember every little detail subconsciously, and will have an inexplicable sense of accomplishment after discovering what these details correspond to.
"Are you sure you floated here?"
Wang Jin looked at the little flower carefully and put it back on his neck.
"What Song He said, I think he is lying."
The little girl frowned, looking thoughtful.
"puff…"
Wang Jin laughed dumbly.
Now there are only two possibilities.
Or, Xiaohua is actually a humanoid clay dragon king, who might turn into Godzilla when he gets angry.
Or...Song Paitou commutes to Chenjiaweizi all year round, and even takes care of his children from there.
Obviously, the latter is more likely.
"So Song Paitou also went to Chenjiaweizi this time?"
Wang Jin frowned slightly and walked forward while thinking.
Abandoning his son and running somewhere else...
Are you ready to bring another one back?
Wang Jin didn't quite understand.
But he knew that his trip was not in vain.
Just because he was familiar with the Chen family, Wang Jin needed Song Paitou.
"The top priority is to deal with the Mud Dragon King, and then take Song He to find his father."
Wang Jin nodded slowly, then flipped through his backpack as if he remembered something, and took out two bags from it.
That was the vacuum bag he originally used to hold porridge. Now that the porridge is gone, he can just get some river water back.
"call…"
Wang Jin leaned down and, together with Xiao Hua, watched the bubbles bubble at the suction port of the bag.
The next second, the inspiration warning jumped.
Wang Jin subconsciously held Xiao Hua in his arms, his figure flashing.
Pale arms like bamboo emerged from the river strangely, and their gleaming nails scratched through the air, making a whining sound.
Long hands.
"...At least now I know where this thing comes from."
Wang Jin smiled helplessly, raised his shotgun and smashed the opponent into bloody mud.
Clues are accumulated bit by bit, Wang Jin only needs to remember all these seemingly unrelated things in his mind.
It's like lighting up the stars one after another.
When the stars shine bright enough, the truth will appear in front of you.
Perhaps because she grew up in a place like this, Xiaohua wasn't too shocked when she saw long hands suddenly emerging from the river.
He even turned around to check Wang Jin's condition, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he crawled back and continued to pull his hair.
Soon, the two of them wandered back to the village.
The "no going out before dawn" ban issued by Wang Jin yesterday has expired, but few villagers still go out.
Maybe he was afraid of Wang Jin, maybe he was afraid of something else.
Occasionally, one or two people would walk towards the ancestral hall carrying buckets, obviously wanting to get water from the well.
Wang Jin took a brief look and found that almost all of them were injured without much effort.
Obviously, the long hands last night made them uncomfortable.
But these villagers seemed to have been used to it and continued to live their lives.
Wang Jin sighed.
He didn't sympathize, he just felt sad.
The eyes of those villagers could not tolerate anything other than numbness and cruelty.
Although the Mud Dragon King has not yet descended upon them, this depressing atmosphere has already subtly affected everyone.
Next year, the year after, the year after that.
One year it will be your turn.
But don't worry.
You may not live until then.
So they learned to treat everyone except themselves with the greatest malice, and used all means to fight for a chance to survive.
"Absurd, like a black comedy..."
Wang Jin shook his head.
He didn't know what to say.
"Silly boy!...Huh?"
The white-haired girl running from a distance waved happily, but raised her eyebrows when she found the little flower on Wang Jin's neck.
Then her body suddenly shrunk and turned into a white-haired girl.
He looks about the same age as Xiaohua.
"No..."
Wang Jin swallowed and stood there blankly.
He saw the little white-haired girl suddenly beaming, obviously having an idea that would be suitable for him to go to jail.
"No, I have to get out of here."
Wang Jin reached out to pick up Xiao Hua and put her on the ground.
When he looked up again, he saw the white-haired girl rushing towards him quickly.
He shouted something in a soft and soft voice.
"Onii-chan! I want to ride too!"
“…”
Just as Wang Jin took half a step back, he saw the invisible wind blade swinging towards him, almost cutting off half of his heel.
"well…"
The young man sighed.
He understood from the other party's expression that Hu Xiaobei didn't mind.
This little guy just thought it was fun, so he wanted to try it too.
"Fine."
Wang Jin shook his head.
Since I can't escape anyway, I might as well accept my fate.
——
In the river.
The broken corpse floated slowly along the current.
The skin all over his body was completely corroded by the blood poison, and even his limbs were missing.
Logically speaking, such a person must be dead.
Sun Tiezui is indeed dead, no matter from which angle you look at it.
But the amulet on his shoulder was shaking and emitting black energy, wrapping the broken body in it.