Song He shook his head slightly, his eyes full of confusion.
"Whether it's the legend of this monster or the scream last night...I've never heard it before."
Facing the puzzled gaze of the playboy, Song He continued to speak.
"The people at the head of the queue have very good ears and can never make mistakes."
"impossible?"
Xi Chi turned to look at Su Xi, trying to get the answer from his companion.
"I heard the screams, but they weren't as loud as you said."
"Besides...I didn't see anything carrying a head."
"It's just that you cried and asked me to use my power, and I was so upset that I agreed."
Perhaps because the pollution has not yet settled, Su Xi spoke with a strong tone of anger.
"cough…"
The playboy scratched his head angrily and stopped talking.
He also began to wonder if he had heard wrongly.
"How about it?"
Wang Jin turned to look at Hu Xiaobei.
When it comes to hearing alone, this girl is better than anyone else.
"No, I slept soundly."
The fox ears move with the head.
Although she usually acts greedy and lazy, when the critical moment comes, she will never lose her temper.
If anything unusual is discovered, Hu Xiaobei will issue an early warning as soon as possible.
"Weird thing."
Wang Jin frowned.
Later in the night, when he had just escaped from the dream of drowning, he beat the field dog happily.
Even so, Wang Jin's vigilance is still quite high.
There really is no such thing as a scream.
"This...I don't need to lie to you."
Xi Chi sighed, his face full of helplessness.
"It will be clear then."
Wang Jin patted his shoulder and did not continue to ask.
There was one more fragmentary clue, which was a good thing for him.
As for the villagers whose heads were removed...
Even if he is not buried, he will still die.
Wang Jin felt no guilt at all, but felt a little sorry for the not-so-bad guys who lost their lives at home.
"It's time to leave."
Turning to look at Su Xi, who had washed her hair with rainwater, Wang Jin spoke.
"Um."
She nodded and casually draped her wet hair over her shoulders.
The thin long skirt was soaked through again, and there was a looming scenery as she moved.
pity.
Wang Jin is used to this.
He is highly resistant to seduction and will chop off an opponent's head without hesitation if the situation calls for it.
Song He had no time to think about anything else.
He was busy thinking about how to survive, lest Xiao Hua really fall into Wang Jin's hands.
The drama geek doesn't catch the cold at all, after all, he... doesn't ask for anything.
So Su Xi's charm was completely useless. She sighed helplessly, obediently took the quilt Xiaohua brought over and put it on her body.
The team of six people turned around and went out, heading towards the head of the village.
After a while, Wang Jin stood next to the willow tree where the fool had been hanged, watching the playboy and Song He play with the bamboo rafts together.
Wang Jin is thinking.
Maybe it's because I'm thinking about people after seeing things, or maybe it's the doubts that I reluctantly suppressed that have arisen again.
As soon as he saw this willow tree, he thought of the three rows of heads in the underground river.
willow.
Except for the first two who love to cause trouble, the platoon leaders led by him are all good guys.
Of course, Wang Jin doesn't care about this.
What he cared about was the name Willow.
His surname is Liu, and he knows the rare things of the Liu family.
Although Wang Jin asked no matter how much he asked, he didn't tell the details.
But Liushu vowed that the strange object was in Chenjiaweizi.
"Don't Wei Shanhe know that the strange object is here...or has he tried for seventeen years and failed to take it away?"
Wang Jin frowned.
If it's the latter, it's hard to say whether I can do it.
"Silly boy."
Hu Xiaobei first circled the bamboo raft twice with an excited look on his face, and then ran back to Wang Jin with his cheeks puffed up.
She had never been on a boat, but she could still see it.
Such a large bamboo raft cannot seat six people.
"almost…"
Wang Jin stretched out his hand and gestured.
"A little flower doesn't take up any space, and you can turn into a fox."
"Four people squeeze in."
"Ahem...it doesn't seem to work."
Xi Chi wandered over and pointed at Wang Jin's backpack.
"I've wanted to say it for a long time. This must weigh thirty or forty pounds, right?"
"What are you pretending to be?"
"You don't want to know."
"If it doesn't work, just... let her fly in the sky."
Wang Jin pointed at Hu Xiaobei, then stretched out his hand to touch his backpack.
The gentle gaze made Hu Xiaobei's teeth itch with hatred.
She can't compare to a broken backpack.
"alright."
Song He's voice came, and he waved to the others.
I don't know why, but this man seemed to change as soon as he touched the water.
The crutches were thrown away somewhere, and my legs were fixed on the bamboo rafts as if they had roots. I could maintain my balance by relying on a bamboo pole alone.
His temperament suddenly became fierce, and he changed from a simple and honest rural person to a leader who can fish and kill.
In the rushing river, the bamboo rafts floated steadily in place under his control, as if they were parked in a swimming pool with no wind or waves.
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes.
He found that the bamboo raft seemed to be larger than before.
Song He dragged his weak body to dismantle the bamboo raft on the side and assembled it on his own bamboo raft within two minutes.
Even a healthy and strong man would not be able to do it so fast.
It's hard to imagine how terrifying he was in his prime.
"Is this the leader..."
Wang Jin whispered softly.
In terms of water skills alone, Songhe seems to be more terrifying than Dapaitou.
No wonder he had the confidence to drag his body riddled with holes and take Wang Jin for a walk around Chen's house.
"I have a kind heart and am not very willing to do anything."
"My dad asked me to practice more Boat Handle Pose."
Song He smiled and waved to Wang Jin again.
So a group of six people sat on the bamboo rafts and drove slowly downstream.
——
In a dark space.
The figure wearing a torn raincoat opened his eyes and coughed twice.
"call…"
His breathing gradually stabilized, he picked up the brush on the ground and continued to wave it on the wall.
It's so cool and unrestrained to splash ink.
only…
Judging from the viscous liquid dripping slowly on the wall, he didn't use ink.
"call…"
He took another deep breath, as if it was difficult to calm down.
The brush was swung faster and faster, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly stopped.
Break the brush, pick up the inkstone and drink it all in one gulp.
Breathing became even again.
He seemed to have finally calmed down.
"Seventeen years...seventeen years..."
"Maybe it will work this time."
"ha…"
The man's voice trembled, and he became more and more excited as he spoke.
He rubbed his face, turned and left.
Leaving behind walls covered with dark red writing.
You can tell at a glance that the creator doesn't know calligraphy.
The handwriting is crooked, and the excerpts are not famous quotes.