The bamboo rafts are floating along the current, not knowing where they are going.
The tall and thin figure sitting on it whispered something, and occasionally used the bamboo knife in his hand to prop up the rock wall to prevent the bamboo raft from completely losing control.
The young man next to him nodded slowly and occasionally responded.
It's like tourists and kind-hearted locals, living in harmony.
At least that's the case on the surface.
The man's expression was grim, he turned his wrist slightly and played with the double-headed bamboo knife.
The young man smiled gently, but the shadow behind him was secretly loading a shotgun.
Only the two parties involved know what they are thinking.
"Have you met the Mud Dragon King?"
The man asked.
Abandoning his disguise, he revealed his original character, cold and taciturn.
"I've seen it before. It wants to kill my friend."
The young man nodded slightly and responded calmly.
The second row head... should be the big row head now.
Wang Jin didn't know his position or why this man appeared in the underground river.
But Wang Jin knew one thing.
The initial inspiration warning is definitely not false,
From the moment they first met, Da Paitou wanted to kill himself.
This murderous intention was well hidden, but it never disappeared.
Even now, because I am afraid of Lei Gongzhao, I can barely sit down and have a few words.
As long as Wang Jin relaxes, Da Paitou will kill without hesitation.
With his strength, Wang Jin might not be able to defend him if he were to attack unexpectedly.
"Have you seen the leader of the second platoon too?"
Da Paitou spoke again and looked at Wang Jin with gloomy eyes.
I don't know why, but after his temperament changed, he seemed to be a little stronger. Sitting there, he looked like half a dark earth wall.
"I've seen it before. It's quite majestic when it's placed over everyone's head."
Wang Jin responded, his tone still leisurely.
"This bastard..."
Da Paitou cursed in a low voice and stretched out his hand to rub the dark raincoat on his body.
"He is a traitor."
"Um."
Wang Jin still nodded without any intention of asking further questions.
Da Paitou was stunned for a moment, and everything he wanted to say was blocked in his throat.
This guy doesn't know how to chat at all, does he?
"Just say what you want to say."
The young man waved his hands and began to fumble in his satchel.
Soon, he found a pile of yellow talismans folded in half.
I can't see what's written on the symbol.
So it could be a bunch of yellow paper...or it could be all thunder photos.
Da Pai Tou's expression changed, obviously he was considering what other methods the other party had.
Wang Jin didn't care about the other party's reaction, but continued to do his own thing.
He stuffed Lei Gongzhao into a pile of yellow charms, divided them into several parts in random order, and put them into different pockets.
Anyway, you only need to shout when using it. This will prevent the big crowd from destroying the spell.
While ensuring your own safety, you can also hold a small demonstration.
Wang Jin is used to taking the initiative in conversations.
Continuous questioning and allowing the other party to speak for themselves have completely different communication statuses.
Wang Jin knows many similar psychological techniques and is keen on practicing them.
Of course, he knew very well that Da Paotou was just like him, telling half truths and half lies.
But if by chance one or two words of truth come in handy, it can be considered a big gain.
"I'm a pretty good listener."
The young man raised his hands, showing no threat at all.
"I hope so."
Da Paotou snorted coldly, and something seemed to flash in his eyes.
"This well can't trap me yet, you should also know that."
"The person who really didn't let me go up was the second platoon leader you mentioned."
"That hypocritical bull nose deceived the whole village."
The man stretched out his hands to comb his raincoat, as if he was calming down in this way.
"Niubi? He is a Taoist priest?"
Wang Jin frowned and asked subconsciously.
Before Da Paitou's death, there should have been no trouble in Huajiang Village.
Even if there was really something strange at work, it would be enough for him to bear all the platoon leaders together.
This second row leader...shouldn't be here.
Da Paitou's pupils shrank, obviously realizing that he said something he shouldn't have said.
After hesitating for a moment, he sighed and spoke slowly in a low and hoarse voice.
"Have you ever heard of that fight in the last century?"
"Nanyang Fighting...I wasn't born yet at that time."
Wang Jin nodded and shook his head.
The reason why those goblins at the Art Association are so rich is because they have spread their business around the world.
In other words, ghost stories respect no national boundaries.
Here we have to admire the wisdom of the Chinese people.
It is precisely because organizations directly affiliated with the state were established thousands of years ago that China today can form a stable situation with three pillars.
There are very few organizations in other countries that specialize in dealing with ghost stories, and most of them are private ghost hunters.
There is no acquisition of Kaitan by the company, no control by the governing bureau, and no containment equipment from the research institute.
The ghost hunters gradually lost their fighting spirit and turned into bastards who used ghost stories to harm the people and took advantage of the opportunity to make money crazily.
This group of parasite-like people were quickly hunted and killed by their own country.
So they sneaked away...
China.
It is said that the destination is in the northeast.
At that time, the Nanyang Master did kill many people in order to practice the head-lowering technique.
But before the command bureau came... this group of people were torn into pieces by the angry Xianjia and other well-wishers.
After all, this is China.
The commanding bureau, which came a little late, could only start to guide public opinion, but this short-lasting battle would still be mentioned secretly by some people.
Nanyang fighting style.
"This is one of the main battlefields of Nanyang Fighting. The leader of the Second Platoon was also one of us back then."
Da Paitou squinted his eyes, seeming to remember what happened back then.
"No wonder there is such a thing as a corpse god with a baby head and a belly... It seems to be a remnant of the fighting in the past."
Wang Jin whispered softly and spoke again.
"He's been here a long time?"
"I came here twenty-three years ago because of the Nanyang martial arts fight. I came to the village as a guest again seventeen years ago."
"It was also this year that the Mud Dragon King appeared."
"I've been suspicious of this guy since that day, and I still am to this day."
Da Paitou turned the bamboo knife in his hand and watched it flip over in his palm.
The blade reflected the light from Wang Jin's ring, which made people a little upset.
"Seventeen years ago."
Wang Jin repeated these words softly and rubbed his palms, which were getting colder.
A lot happened seventeen years ago.
During the Chang Tianqing Rebellion, the Liu family's strange objects were relocated, and the Mud Dragon King appeared.
If these things can be connected in series, the second-row leader will definitely not be an unknown person.
A Taoist priest who died seventeen years ago...Wang Jin had never heard of this person.
"Name, I want to know his name."
After thinking for a moment, Wang Jin raised his head again and looked into Da Pai Tou's eyes hidden in the shadows.
"ha…"
The big platoon leader grinned, his voice sounding like a crow wailing.
"I will never forget this name for the rest of my life."