Wang Jin picked up the bottle and shook it gently.
Thick and turbid, a bit sticky.
Half a bottle of inhibitor was mixed with half a bottle of muddy water, but it was very close to what was in Changshou's body.
Even under the influence of the inhibitor, the muddy water still shook restlessly, as if it wanted to break the bottle.
This is the man with despicable means.
Wang Jin did not approve of what Da Paitou did, but he recognized the other party's consciousness and methods.
He didn't give up until the last moment, doing whatever it took to survive.
Such people are terrible.
Because of this, Wang Jin did not intend to get any information from him.
"It's a bit like the Mud Dragon King... take it back for experiments."
Wang Jin murmured softly, ignoring the sudden excitement of Mushui, and stuffed the bottle into his bag.
Then keep moving forward.
Now that the only guard in the prison is gone, Wang Jin's next road will be much easier, if not smooth sailing.
What's more, if Wang Jin's conjecture is true, then the prisoners in the prison will not be enemies.
"The time has come for the answers to be revealed."
The young man smiled and loaded the shotgun.
Turn around the corner where the leader of the queue was hiding just now.
Inspiration was injected into the ring, and a blazing white light lit up, illuminating the entire prison.
"What kind of photo are you taking? Are you looking for death?"
"Who are you...forget it, it doesn't matter."
"Peng Hai is dead? Then who will give me a happy life?"
Noisy shouts and curses rang out, and eyes passed through the white light and looked at Wang Jin.
The boy who was being watched was not embarrassed at all, but met those eyes one after another and looked back.
Under the shallow pit dug hastily in the wall, six or seven dark figures huddled.
Maybe he was afraid of the baby-headed cross stuck in front of him, or maybe he couldn't stand the sudden stimulation of bright light.
They tightened their bodies as much as possible, hugged themselves into a ball, and spoke nonsense, mixed with bursts of roaring.
Wang Jin did not respond, but observed those people carefully.
Dark red oval scars can be seen on all exposed skin on the face, head, and hands.
These scars ruined the face and made the hair patchy, like a dog suffering from leprosy.
The oval scar is covered with another layer of scars.
There were scratches one after another.
It was as if something had drilled out of their skin and been roughly torn off by the nails, eventually forming dense scars that made people feel numb.
Wang Jin recognized these things.
Haunted Dragon.
And it's late.
Faced with such a horrifying sight, a normal person would be unable to help but turn away.
But Wang Jin stared at these people with excitement in his eyes.
After clearing his throat, he slightly lowered the brightness of the ring and spoke slowly.
"Which one of you is Wei Shanhe?"
——
"There's something wrong with you."
Su Xi used the harpoon in her hand as a crutch and turned to look at the playboy.
Although this man got himself a prosthetic leg...it doesn't look like there's anything wrong with it.
"I always feel like I'm remembering something."
The play idiot looked at his broken leg and muttered softly.
It was rare that he didn't pretend to be mentally disturbed, but instead acted seriously.
Coupled with Wang Jin's young and handsome face, people can't take their eyes away.
"Is it possible that you have broken your leg more than once?"
Su Xi sighed helplessly and asked casually while supporting the drama idiot.
She gradually learned how to deal with her partner.
In this way, blood pressure will also drop a lot.
"...What did you say?"
Xi Chi grabbed Su Xi and startled her.
"Um?"
Su Xi was startled by the force coming from her wrist, and she turned to look at Xi Chi.
But he happened to meet a pair of eyes shining with scarlet light.
"ah!"
Su Xi was startled and subconsciously dodged back.
But he was grabbed tightly by the big iron-like hand and pulled into his arms.
"What did you say?"
Xi Chi frowned and asked again.
"I-I said it might not be your first time to break your leg."
Looking at the face that belonged to Wang Jin, a flash of panic flashed across Su Xi's face, but she still answered honestly.
"Is that so? I kind of remembered."
"No wonder, no wonder..."
Xi Chi suddenly let go of the woman's bruised arm, lowered his head and murmured to himself.
Su Xi rubbed her arms and stood there blankly.
There is definitely something wrong with being a drama addict.
Just when she was considering whether to report it to Samsara in advance, Xi Chi suddenly grabbed Su Xi and forced her to look at him.
The red light in his eyes disappeared, and his ferocious expression returned to normal, turning back into a warm smile.
"What happened to me just now?"
Xi Chi frowned, his eyes full of confusion.
"you…"
This was the second time Su Xi was speechless.
It's not that I'm scared, I just don't know what to say.
Maybe he was moved by that face, or maybe he was concerned about his past feelings.
She didn't say anything, she just curled her lips and left a sentence.
"You are indeed mentally ill."
"That's good, that's good."
Xi Chi took a breath and gently rubbed his temples.
The word "mental illness" is the nickname given to him by Su Xi.
If she can say this, it means everything is normal.
"Let's go forward."
Xi was stunned for a while, then regained his composure, then took off his heavy prosthetic limb and continued to move forward.
"Um."
Su Xi nodded lightly, holding the harpoon, and slowly walked away with Xi Chi.
The terraced house and the ancestral hall are at both ends of the village.
Although it's not far, it's really not easy for the two cripples Su Xi and Xi Chi.
After about five minutes, the two of them followed the thin man to the ancestral hall.
There were crowds of people in the distance, and a bunch of people stood hesitant in front of the door, as if they were worried about something.
Su Xi shrouded the surroundings with illusions and got closer to the drama fanatic.
Covering yourself with illusions can create an effect similar to that of a ghost blowing out a lantern.
Although it cannot be completely unobservable, it is still more than enough to deceive the people.
"Come on, grab that thing, maybe the boss can recover."
"When the time comes, we will be rewarded based on merit. At the very least, we must have a house."
Two figures holding machetes whispered and whispered to each other.
Although their voices were kept very low, the excitement in their hearts could still be seen from the expressions on their faces.
Hong Shan was so frightened by Wang Jin that he peed three or four pairs of pants in a short time.
Although they don't know which is the main cause, psychological trauma or physical trauma, these guys still plan to give it a try.
They really do this kind of thing frequently by snatching things from girls.
It can even be called a professional.
"Shit! Why don't you come?"
Another gangster spoke, stretched out his hand and hit the lower body of the man just now with the knife handle, and then said viciously.
"Tsk...you think I'm stupid?"
"The white-haired girl by the well said that she planted a bomb at the entrance of the ancestral hall."
"I don't know whether they buried it or not, but I know they do have bombs."
"In case you're in a good mood, I'll give you a brace..."
The gangster sighed and patted the man next to him on the shoulder.
"Of course, she may be telling lies."
"Maybe there is nothing in the ancestral hall, just two little girls who are powerless to restrain a chicken."
"So we need someone to go over there and try."
"I can't do it anymore. My body can't keep up as I get older."
"It's not good to just push the villagers in. It's easy to be beaten to death by the swarming villagers."
The gangster who spoke shook his head slightly.
"But you are still very young, you can give it a try."
"Maybe the boss will think you are loyal and give you more benefits."
"Tsk..."
The two gangsters started arguing, and neither seemed satisfied with each other.
The two of them are the epitome of everyone in front of the ancestral hall.
It's just that sometimes there are three or four people quarreling together, and there are only two people.
Some people are arguing with themselves, trying not to let greed destroy their humanity.
It's a pity that in this environment, such people will not end well.
"well."
Su Xi, who was hiding in the illusion with the drama fanatic, sighed.
From the mouths of these people, she roughly understood the situation.
Obviously, the only way to make the two originally hostile groups face the outside world is to create a more terrifying foreign enemy.
call…
The illusion stirred up, and Su Xi let go of the spell she had been holding in her hand.
The illusion disappeared, as if a veil had been removed between heaven and earth.
Her illusion is very similar to that of a ghost blowing lantern. It will lose its effect as long as someone comes close to it.
Fortunately, they had already passed through the initial period, the distance where they were most easily discovered.
No one cares what the person close to them looks like. They can just sneak in and make a profit.
Su Xi waved her hand and the illusion dispersed.
Xi Ji smiled and swaggered through the crowd.
He felt that Wang Jin's friendly face was more effective than any disguise.
Unfortunately, before he even took two steps, someone noticed the drama idiot.
Then he pointed at his head and shouted loudly.
"Wang Jin didn't bring a gun... he seems to be lame!"
"Wang Jin?"
"Come into the crowd? I wonder if he still dares to use that crappy bomb?"
"Kill him, maybe there will be more spray!"
Almost instantly, the crowd's anger was ignited.
Everyone turned their heads and glared at Xi Chi.
"Fuck...isn't it?"
The drama fan's eyes widened, with "This can't be done" written all over his face.
"idiot!"
Su Xi didn't hesitate to grab the drama fanatic, the expression on her face was quite wonderful.
He was following the villagers to grab things from Wang Jin.
To make the villagers hold such grudges, Wang Jin obviously did something unfriendly.
Appearing here with Wang Jin's face is tantamount to seeking death.
For such a simple thing, Su Xi felt that she didn't need to remind her.
But the drama idiot really didn't think about it, so he rushed into the crowd stupidly.
"etc."
While Xi Chi stretched out his hand to block the flying machete and harpoon, he grabbed Su Xi and signaled her not to leave in a hurry.
"There is Wang Jin's companion inside, we just need to lure her out."
The young man grinned and smiled.
"you do this delibrately?"
Su Xi stared blankly at Xi Chi, as if looking at a stranger.
No matter how you look at it, my partner is not the type to use his brain.
"I only thought of it after I was beaten."
The play idiot chuckled, his eyes full of pride.
He is used to making excuses for himself, and occasionally he comes up with a good idea once or twice.
Whoosh——
The air flow fluctuated, and invisible wind blades cut through the crowd, carving deep ravines on the ground.
The crowd seemed to be afraid of this move. They had no time to cry and howl, so they quickly took back their weapons and huddled aside.
The white-haired girl poked her head out of the ancestral hall and looked at the door with surprise on her face.
When he found Su Xi, he frowned and his face instantly bulged into a bun.
"It's you."
"It's you!"
Su Xi trembled all over, and there was no less fear in her eyes than when she saw Wang Jin.
She is very afraid of Hu Xiaobei.
When she was first imprisoned in the basement by Wang Jin, Su Xi was still worried about what kind of torture she would suffer.
I didn't expect that this little girl was the only one who came to deliver food.
But when you actually put those things in your mouth, you will find that it is the most horrific torture.
From that day on, nightmares and death had a taste.
Su Xi remembered clearly that when she took her first bite, a revolving door flashed before her eyes.
Hu Xiaobei still looked proud, as if he wanted to hear the word "delicious" from his own mouth.
Who can tell how delicious this food is? Why does she look like she is constantly being praised?
Su Xi couldn't say it.
So she was fed three large bowls by the furious Hu Xiaobei on the pretext of "replenishing the body".
Almost died.
From then on, whenever she saw Hu Xiaobei, Su Xi's internal organs would involuntarily churn.
"Silly boy, why is she here?"
The girl frowned, with a hint of grievance in her voice.
"Ahem, I met...caught him on the road."
Xi Chi hesitated for a moment, then held down Su Xi's arm with his backhand, and then smiled.
"That's good."
The girl thought for a moment and became beaming again.
She waved to the drama fans, signaling them to come over quickly.
"It really takes no effort at all."
Xi Chi blinked at Su Xi who looked unhappy and pushed her forward slowly.
The crowd followed them very closely.
This time it was the gangsters who hit him on the head.
There are one or two people with good brains who came up with this without much effort.
Whether it is a bomb or a wind blade, the accuracy is limited.
As long as he follows Wang Jin, Hu Xiaobei has only two choices.
Either put these people in front of you, or attack Wang Jin, who was seriously injured.
Hu Xiaobei seemed to have thought of this as well. She stood there with a flash of panic on her face.
Then he turned his attention to Wang Jin, trying to get a solution from his eyes.
The drama fan also noticed Hu Xiaobei's gaze, so he lowered his head in embarrassment.
“…”
Su Xi was speechless for the third time.
She discovered that Xi Ji's ability seemed to be very extraordinary, and he could silence his teammates from time to time.
——
Underground prison.
The young man waved his hand gently, and the light from the ring flashed gently.
He looked at the figures who suddenly became quiet and asked again.
"Did you hear that?"
"Which one of you is Wei Shanhe?"
The six or seven figures were still dumbfounded, but their eyes were fixed on Wang Jin.
"Can't you communicate? You were scolding me quite happily just now."
Wang Jin touched his chin, and his other hand touched Alice without any trace.
He has many ways to make people talk.
Even if these people are all former leaders, Wang Jin will not show any mercy.
"call…"
A heavy sigh sounded.
One of them spoke slowly.
"He's not here."
"We haven't heard this name for a long time. We're a little excited. Sorry."
"What do you call it?"
Wang Jin did not respond, but looked at the figure in front of him quietly.
"Three rows of heads, willow tree."
The latter thought for a moment and reached out to shield his eyes.
"My name is Wang Jin."
The young man briefly recalled the name on the tablet, and then nodded.
"Willow...I'll rescue you first."
Wang Jin moved his shoulders and stepped forward.
On the one hand, Wang Jin needs to show his sincerity.
On the other hand, he also wanted to see how the baby-headed cross affected the prisoners.
If this method could be used by oneself, then the lunatic would not have to sleep at the door of the basement every day.
"Don't!"
Liu Shu waved his hand to stop Wang Jin and spoke weakly.
"Moving that thing will attract the evil god, and we won't be able to survive when the evil god comes..."
Before Liu Shu finished speaking, he saw Wang Jin holding the lighter with one hand and pulling out the cross with force with the other hand.
Willow Shu hugged her head, huddled on the ground and began to scream.
"Wow...wow..."
The baby's head on the cross began to cry, but Wang Jin slapped him twice in the face with his backhand and shut his mouth obediently.
"Tsk, this use of beacons is really nothing new."
Wang Jin curled his lips and kicked the cross on the baby's head to pieces.
It is a rather shabby way to communicate with the Baby Head and Belly Corpse God at any time to guard the prisoners.
Wang Jin could not harvest the wool this time.
Even so, he still bent down and picked up a small piece of broken bone from the ground.
These children are all poor people, so taking them back and having Shi Baibai redeem them can be regarded as a good deed.
"Ah!! Ah!!!"
The ghostly screams of the willow tree gradually stopped. He looked up at Wang Jin, who looked regretful, and rubbed his eyes.
This man just smashed something that could directly communicate with the evil god.
Looking at it like this, it seems that being kicked to pieces is not enough fun.
He wanted to take a small piece back and torture it slowly.
horrible.
Thinking of this, Willow couldn't help but shudder.
Wang Jin ignored him, but destroyed the baby-headed crosses one by one, while receiving the admiring and slightly fearful looks of the leaders.
In their eyes, Wang Jin was performing an extremely high-risk job.
Only Wang Jin himself knows this.
This is actually equivalent to pulling out the phone card and then dropping the phone.
No matter how anxious the baby-headed-belly corpse god is, he can't find him.
Wang Jin didn't even use contact to suppress them, relying solely on the protection of the ghost blowing lamp to dismantle these baby-headed crosses.
It didn't take long before all the prisoners were freed.
They climbed out of the stone wall and stretched their bodies.
Wang Jin could finally take this opportunity to take a good look at their faces.
Except for the scars on the body and the pale skin.
These people have almost nothing in common with Da Paitou.
After all, Da Paotou looks a bit human, and these guys...
The neck is long, the limbs are long, and the shoulders are narrow.
It was almost impossible to put on the raincoat, so I could only let it hang on my arm.
It's like a stick insect turning into a spirit, it's weird no matter how you look at it.
If those arms are long hands... then these guys are long people.
The facial bones were forcibly elongated using some unknown method, making them look a bit like canines.
Coupled with the bald head and sparse hair.
Just one look at it will give you nightmares for a long time.
It was precisely because of careful observation this time that Wang Jin discovered that each of them was four or five meters long.
That's right, long.
Using height to describe these guys on all fours is obviously inappropriate.
At this moment, they were stretching their spines for unknown numbers, making rattling sounds.