The girl repeated Xiaohua's words softly, her pretty brows slightly furrowed.
Although he had never seen this person before, it did not prevent Hu Xiaobei from feeling wary.
"Well, the black raincoat is the same as Uncle Song's."
Xiaohua carefully recalled what she had just seen and added details.
Normally, the coir raincoat is made of grass or brown hair, and its color tends to be yellowish brown.
Only the platoon leader who is selected to face the Mud Dragon King every year will wear the coir raincoat passed down from the leader of the platoon.
It is said that this will bring you blessings.
Unfortunately, this blessing is not very good.
The coir raincoat was soaked with the blood of more than a dozen platoon leaders and turned completely black.
"First in line."
Hu Xiaobei whispered softly and tightened his grip on the short knife in his hand.
Different leaders have different positions. If they had good intentions... they would not show up at this juncture.
Those who come are not good.
"He stood at the door and didn't move."
Xiaohua put her head out to confirm and spoke again.
"That's it."
Hu Xiaobei held Xiaohua in front of him and touched her moist little head.
The green light in her eyes flashed past, and the girl took a breath quietly.
For a moment, she even doubted Xiaohua's identity.
Even Wang Jin and Jiuyi didn't notice anything unusual, but this child acted too mature.
He should be in elementary school, but not only did he not panic when encountering something like this, but he also tried his best to collect information.
This is so abnormal, simply...simply...
"Hiss...he looks like an idiot."
Thinking of this, Hu Xiaobei was stunned.
She suddenly discovered that Xiaohua was also a child who grew up with malice and murderous intent.
But Xiaohua herself doesn't have Wang Jin's terrifying observation skills. How can she get to this point...
"Song Paitou taught you very well."
Hu Xiaobei frowned and spoke softly.
A father who abandoned his children was willing to teach Xiaohua so much.
The evaluation does not match the performance. Obviously one party's view is incorrect.
"Uncle Song is very powerful."
Xiaohua nodded in understanding and shrank behind the girl.
The latter smiled and still stood where he was.
There is no need to worry about the man in raincoat at the door. After all, there is still a place for the leader in the front yard.
As for the safety of other villagers... Hu Xiaobei didn't care at all.
She only cares about whether Wang Jin is in danger.
——
"Second row head..."
Wang Jin squinted his eyes, a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.
He was looking at the figure in black raincoat in front of him.
He is thirty or forty years old, similar to Zhao Guangming.
His figure is not strong, but rather frighteningly thin.
Wang Jin is very tall, almost 1.8 meters tall, and even looks up slightly.
If you're not wearing a raincoat...you're a bit like a brother to the bamboo pole in your hand.
Despite his pale complexion, this man's facial features are quite decent, and he even has thick eyebrows and big eyes, which makes him quite righteous.
In addition, the leader of the second row is an outsider from the village and is not a fisherman.
Wang Jin couldn't tell whether the person was lying based on his appearance.
"If you stay in a place without sunlight for so long, your face will be as pale as mine."
"Friend, I just haven't seen a living person a little excited for a long time. I really don't mean any harm."
"Wherever you want to go, I can take you there."
The second row leader grinned and tried to look more kind.
After being beaten up without saying a word, his name for Wang Jin changed from "boy" to "friend".
"Don't be too nervous..."
The second platoon leader stretched out his hand as he spoke, trying to express goodwill in this way.
Ding--
A white light flashed, and the nailed sword whistled past with the sound of wind.
He accurately made a cut in the palm of the second row head.
The man's expression froze and he withdrew his palm at an incredible speed, as if he was worried about what Wang Jin would see.
Hiding his palms behind his back, the head of the second row looked a little colder.
Ignoring the shock bombs on his body, he held the bamboo pole in his hand and watched Wang Jin speak coldly.
"Too much."
It's really too much.
Although he had to endure it many times, Wang Jin still pushed forward.
Anyone else would be furious.
"I don't mean anything else."
The young man shook his head slightly and showed a warm smile.
"This is a...custom from my hometown."
"Have you ever heard of making a blood alliance? It's similar to that."
Wang Jin waved his hand and the nail sword disappeared.
The liquid stained on the sword blade dripped into the river water and became invisible.
Everything just now seemed like it had never happened.
"That's it, then I will also..."
The expression on the second row leader's face softened a bit.
He was stunned for a moment, then excitedly raised the bamboo pole that had been cut into half by Wang Jin, and tried to use it for him too.
"You are a foreigner, so you don't need that custom."
The young man turned his head casually and walked to the other side of the bamboo raft.
When the second platoon leader heard this, his expression darkened obviously, and he seemed to want to speak out to refute.
"What are you doing here?"
Before the head of the second row could speak, Wang Jin shook the remote control in his hand and chose to ask without hesitation.
"call…"
The leader of the second row calmed down and used only half of the bamboo pole left to prop up the boat. He had to change his hand every time he propped it up.
"I'm actually a chef."
"The fish in the underground river are fresh and tender. I occasionally come down to catch a few."
The man spoke very slowly, as if he was reminiscing at the same time.
His voice was thick and hoarse, causing quite an echo in the underground river.
It's inexplicably weird.
"It really doesn't look like it."
Wang Jin smiled.
"I used to be quite fat, but then I lost weight."
"It's not that the food I cook is not delicious, it's just that I don't have any appetite."
The second row leader spoke slowly.
"I cook all the fish I catch from the underground river."
"Obviously everyone likes it... I don't understand why they cut off my rope and keep me trapped in this hellish place."
"It's been sixteen years and no one has looked for me."
"you are the first."
The second platoon leader sighed, with an indescribable loneliness in his voice.
"Sixteen years...haven't you thought of other ways to get out?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows, responding to the other person's mood and bringing up the topic like a friendly guest.
"It's useless, you'll know later."
"You haven't asked me where I plan to go."
The young man looked at the second row leader with interest.
"Where else to go? There are only so many things here."
"Water, rocks, a platoon leader who can't go home, and the stone forest where I can't find the exit."
"This place is a natural fucking prison and I'm the only inmate...fuck."
"If I could get out, I would definitely kill them all, not a single one would be left..."
The second-row head cursed in a low voice, like a wild beast that had been poked in a painful spot.
"calm down."
Wang Jin waved his hand and spoke to persuade.
"The villagers probably didn't do it on purpose. It was probably an unintentional move by a naughty child."
"They all thought you were dead, and they even set up a pretty good memorial tablet for you."
“It’s at the top, very scenic.”
"Shit! What's the use of scenery?"
The head of the second row suddenly became excited and turned to look at Wang Jin.
"I'm still alive, still alive!"
"For sixteen years, I have been eating those broken fish."
"Damn it, I feel like fish foam will fly out every time I speak."
The second row leader gritted his teeth and cursed.
"Don't you think it's a little late to show these emotions now?"
Wang Jin did not agree this time, but stood quietly aside, watching the man's poor performance.
He was already certain that this man was a complete liar.
From the first meeting to now, Wang Jin has tried three times.
The first time, I scratched the opponent's palm.
Wang Jin wanted to see what was flowing in this man's veins.
As a result, the opponent withdrew his arm without hesitation and started to bluff.
Didn't pass.
The second time, Wang Jin specifically said the word "foreigner".
Erpaitou is indeed from outside the village, and he is happy to admit it.
The man's behavior was not quite right either, he seemed to feel offended.
the third time…
A person who has been imprisoned in an underground river for sixteen years would definitely grab Wang Jin's rope and climb up desperately.
But the leader of the second row did not. Instead, he showed anger only after Wang Jin pointed out sixteen years.
Full of loopholes.
"Tell me, why are you here?"
The head of the second row paused, turned to look at Wang Jin, and cautiously asked.
If others were here, they might find this scene strange.
The two people who were clearly fighting a few minutes ago suddenly started chatting like friends.
In fact, a discerning person can easily see that Wang Jin simply did not want to make the atmosphere too tense.
The person holding the reins is quiet and peaceful, while the horse on the other end of the reins just walks happily.
Once Wang Jin shouted loudly, the horse could only run wildly without control.
"I?"
The young man smiled and responded.
"I was assigned by the community to coordinate the demolition, but there were one or two elderly people who were unwilling to leave, so they were left behind."
"That's it."
The head of the second row nodded slowly.
But I was cursing my mother crazily in my heart.
Those responsible for forced demolitions all carry shotguns with them, are aggressive, and want to kill people as soon as they take action?
So scary.
"Wait a minute...you said Huajiang Village is going to be demolished?"
The second platoon leader was stunned for a moment, grasping the key point of Wang Jin's words.
"There are no people in the village anymore, so of course it needs to be demolished."
“What contribution can a group of fishermen make?”
Wang Jin spread his hands and began to make gestures.
"Convert these into factory buildings, with generators over there."
"There is a shortage of jobs for freshly graduated college students. They are all scrambling for two thousand dollars a month."
"Coupled with the chaos caused by early diversion, the employment pressure is high..."
The young man sighed angrily and pointed to his feet.
"Your place is great. It rains all year round and there is a river next to it."
"When the time comes, we can discharge the sewage directly into the wells, and we can boast that our river water is clean."
"The money saved by the boss alone is enough for those workers to work for a lifetime."
"Ahem, I've said too much. I've said too much."
"you…"
The second row leader was stunned.
At first he thought Wang Jin was talking nonsense.
But after listening to what this guy said...
Even if I haven't seen the light of day for more than ten years, I still can't understand many words.
But we can still sense the bitterness of ordinary families behind these words.