Song He thanked Xiaohei and looked at the palm that was about to press on his shoulder.
Then he smiled bitterly.
His body couldn't hold on anymore and Wang Jin needed final treatment.
Song He had never seen such a magical ability, but he quickly accepted this and understood his situation.
Everything given comes with a price, and miracles come with a maddening whisper.
Once this hand is pressed down, oneself will be dead.
"Come on, brother, you're ready."
Song He took a deep breath until he coughed up blood and his throat creaked.
Snap.
The palm falls.
But instead of the weird aura as expected, there were bursts of tingling pain.
Wang Jin held a row of rapid syringes in his hand and stabbed Song He in the neck without hesitation.
"Adrenaline."
Facing Song He's puzzled gaze, Wang Jin opened his mouth to explain.
"It won't heal the wound, but it will make you forget the pain and regain your strength."
"…good."
Song He smiled bitterly and nodded slowly.
He is just a fisherman and doesn't know what adrenaline is.
However, Wang Jin arranged a row for himself...it must not be normal.
Judging from the power slowly emerging from the body, although the effect of this thing is far less than that of the green mist, it is still quite impressive.
"How long can I live?"
Song He looked at Xiao Hua, then asked softly in Wang Jin's ear.
"Um?"
The latter frowned and looked at Song He.
"A side effect of adrenaline is... thirst."
"It just so happens that I brought water, so you won't die of thirst."
Wang Jin pointed to his backpack and responded seriously.
"This thing is not that effective. If you want it to work, you have to increase the dose."
"Even if you are in good physical condition, if you had not received several previous treatments, you would have died suddenly by now."
Facing Song He's surprised look, Wang Jin spoke again.
"It's quite an adventure."
"There is a difference between dying from pollution and dying from adrenaline poisoning. The latter is very painful and will accuse me of being a murderer..."
"Thanks, brother."
Before Wang Jin could finish speaking, Song He came forward with a bear hug.
This time he didn't care that he was covered in blood or in pain.
Instead, try your best to express your gratitude with your greatest strength.
"cough…"
Wang Jin was choked and coughed, but he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
He knew that Song He actually didn't care about life or death.
But Song Paitou is not like that.
Wang Jin noticed that the Mud Dragon King turned into by Song Paitou only had a tattered ordinary raincoat.
Whether it is concealing downstream information for the sake of protection, or being told “don’t watch” by thousands of people, or even being left behind in the end.
Wang Jin could see that this father really wanted his child to live.
This was one of the few times that he felt his father's love...although it was from the perspective of a bystander.
For some reason, Wang Jin suddenly felt a little envious.
He feels that a good father should have a good ending.
Therefore, Wang Jin wanted to take a gamble with Song He's body that had undergone several treatments.
The company's epinephrine is very potent and can be identified and tracked by certain special means.
It's not that the company is reluctant to part with this gadget.
There were people who used to resell these unlimited supplies.
Dozens of civilians who didn't know the truth died of adrenaline poisoning, which made the commanding authority look bad.
Since then, similar unlimited supplies have had tracking measures in place.
The company is willing to turn a blind eye to some things, but it will be very strict on some things.
If Song He died like this, Wang Jin would definitely not have an easy time.
Either destroy the corpse in front of Xiaohua and be hated by this obviously over-mature child for the rest of his life.
Or kill the little flower together and let Alice be infected with the child's blood.
But Wang Jin still took the gamble.
He never wanted to get involved in irrelevant incidents, so he chose to chase an illusory possibility.
"call..."
Recalling the last look in Song Paitou's eyes when he had his head chopped off, Wang Jin took a deep breath.
Even though he tried to be as understated as possible, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
"Don't mention this in the future..."
Wang Jin sighed and looked into Song He's eyes.
This obviously irrational behavior is a stain on him.
"okay."
Song He smiled, reached out and patted his head.
He is from a rural area and is not very good at talking.
But from the bottom of his heart, he already regards Wang Jin as his own brother.
So he quickly waved half of the bamboo pole, working harder and harder.
Wang Jin didn't say much, but looked at Song He's bamboo pole in a daze.
The little fox jumped on his shoulder, and they were in a daze together.
After a long while, Wang Jin turned his gaze to the broad river surface and spoke slowly.
"Three elements may be attacked. The Song River may have received a small amount of rain during the observation."
Wang Jin frowned slightly, seeming to be thinking about something.
"The judgment of [rain] is very strict, even your waterproof windbreaker is not acceptable."
"Did Song Paitou guess this a long time ago... It's really scary."
The young man muttered to himself, then turned to look at the little fox.
She was looking at Wang Jin's profile with interest, as if she had discovered a new world.
"Are you thinking about this too?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and asked.
"No."
The little fox shook his head vigorously and threw back his square face.
She looked into Wang Jin's eyes with great seriousness.
"Silly boy, do you still remember our conversation?"
"You say you are as selfish as those villagers, but I can't hate you."
"Now I know why."
The little fox turned into a girl and looked at Wang Jin with a smile, with indescribable emotions on her expression.
"oh?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows, but did not ask further questions.
"It's different...then it's different."
The young man shrugged his shoulders and showed a helpless smile.
"That's just the way I act, maybe I have less empathy than normal people? Or something."
"There's nothing you can do about it if you don't like it...but it's easier to survive this way."
He spread his hands and stopped looking at Hu Xiaobei.
"There's nothing I don't like."
The girl stretched out her soft white palm and pulled Wang Jin's head back.
Looking into those pure and deep eyes, she spoke again, still extremely serious.
"There's nothing I don't like."
"Is this so..."
Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, then reached out and rubbed her head, smiling.
"Then I'm really lucky."
"Silly boy...why are you so serious all of a sudden?"
Wang Jin smiled helplessly as he looked at the little girl who turned back into a red fox.
"Hmm? Red?"
Wang Jin turned around and looked carefully for a long time before confirming that the little guy had not been taken away by Hu Huo.
Without carefully studying the causes of this phenomenon, Wang Jin cast his sights in the distance.
I don’t know whether I should call it luck or something else, but I didn’t encounter any obstacles along the way.
The water flow in the distance was obviously much faster, and the deafening rumbling sound was getting closer and closer.
"Xiaolongmen is coming."
Song He didn't notice the conversation between Wang Jin and Hu Xiaobei just now, but pointed forward and called.
"Um?"
Xi opened his eyes in confusion and put his hand under Su Xi's nose for a while.
After realizing that his companion was still alive, he stood up and walked to Wang Jin.
"Ah...it's finally here."
The golden flag flashes, and the playboy's eyes are bright, looking into the distance.