"call…"

The young man adjusted his coir raincoat, took the bamboo hat from the shadow and put it on his head.

Xiaohei and Mirror Ghost have completed the preliminary layout during this period of time.

Song He said that the Mud Dragon King cannot be broken into pieces, otherwise the leader of the queue will be hurt to death by the haunting dragon.

Therefore, Wang Jin did not arrange explosive bombs, but only prepared blood poison, inhibitors, and one or two talismans.

The wool collected from Lu Zhishou's body was too complicated, and only Shi Baibai could barely understand it.

Wang Jin didn't plan to use it until he figured out how to use it.

The talisman paper this time was drawn by himself.

Although he was almost hacked to death last time, Wang Jin still dreamed that one day he would be able to casually take dozens of thunder photos.

So he started from the simplest and kept practicing in the dream world.

Thanks to his skillful hands, which he practiced hard since childhood, Wang Jin has made rapid progress in this area.

Although he couldn't portray the charm, he could imitate the shape of the talisman paper by copying the gourd and the ladle.

For example, the simplest sixteen-mouth awakening power talisman.

In addition to making wine, this thing can also dissolve demonic power.

So Wang Jin got one for Song He and two more for himself.

"Finally clean."

The girl sighed and turned to look at Wang Jin.

The carefree smile on her face had long since disappeared, and instead it was filled with worry.

"Yeah...you noticed it too?"

Wang Jin frowned.

From the moment he walked out of the yard, his complexion never improved.

"What just happened was so confusing that ordinary people would be distracted and unable to see the details."

Wang Jin nodded and walked back to the willow tree.

The fool has died, and the body is cooling rapidly in the rain, and the final temperature will disappear within five minutes.

"But if you think about it carefully, you will find that...it doesn't make sense."

Wang Jin murmured softly.

"The matter of little flowers fetching water."

"Although it is rare to find pure water in fishing villages, you should not use river water to wash wounds, as it will definitely cause infection."

"Xiaohua went to get water from other places, but she happened to be caught by the river."

The young man frowned slightly and turned to look at Hu Xiaobei.

"Did you just ask her?"

"I asked, but she struggled too much and couldn't listen at all."

Hu Xiaobei shook his head slightly with regret on his face.

She is also a tuner, and can even be considered Wang Jin's predecessor.

Although the basis is different, she can still tell where the problem lies.

"What we usually drink is rainwater."

The sound of legs rubbing against the ground was heard. Song He seemed to be alarmed by the explosion just now, and dragged his body to Wang Jin's side.

He looked at the fool with compassion and spoke softly.

"It's just that rainwater deteriorates easily and will smell strange overnight."

"Fortunately, it rains here almost all year round, so drinking water is not a problem."

Song He stretched out a hand to catch the rain, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What about domestic water?"

Hu Xiaobei frowned and spoke.

She had long smelled the smell of rotting fish and shrimp in the rainwater, so she had been thinking about this issue.

People don’t drink much water in a day, and rainwater is barely enough.

It takes much more than that to keep itself clean.

Song He said that rainwater cannot be stored, so washing clothes and bathing will become a problem.

"Domestic water? Let's go to the ancestral hall to get water. There is a small well there."

The bald man thought for a moment and pointed to the other end of the village.

"Well water is cleaner than rainwater, but the well is too small and everyone has to queue up."

"That's where Xiaohua went just now."

"Understood."

Wang Jin nodded slowly and breathed into his hands.

His hands and feet tend to get cold when he is thinking hard. This is a minor problem of his.

"Now there are three sources of water."

“[Rainwater] has a short shelf life but is easy to obtain.”

"[Well water] is cleaner than rainwater, but is not used for drinking water because it is difficult to obtain."

"Besides...there is [River Water] which has no effect but is the largest in quantity."

The young man rubbed his hands together and subconsciously integrated the information he had received.

For a long time, Wang Jin slowly raised his head, his eyes lingering on the fool's slightly bulging belly.

"You said...the fool doesn't know where the water is drinkable?"

"yes."

Song He nodded and looked at the cold body.

"Zi Chen doesn't like drinking rainwater. He thinks it's too slow to open his mouth and drink it, which doesn't quench his thirst."

"We were worried that if he fell into the well, the whole village would not be able to use water, and Zichen would not be allowed near the ancestral hall."

"So he...has been drinking from the river."

"Zi Chen?"

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and asked with interest.

"My father gave it to me."

Song He smiled.

"Everyone calls him a fool...but my dad thinks everyone should have a name."

"But we are the only ones who call her that way."

"…Um."

Wang Jin was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

He did not speak casually, but took advantage of this moment to collect more information about Song Paitou.

For example, what kind of person the other person is.

Although Wang Jin thinks Song Paitou is a bastard, he must understand these things.

If you have enough clues, you can try using profiling yourself.

However, the top priority is to deal with the Mud Dragon King and let Song He survive tonight.

"Just do it."

Song He spoke suddenly, as if he had guessed what the young man in front of him wanted to do.

He saw Wang Jin squatting in front of the fool's body and hesitated for a rare moment.

"good."

Wang Jin nodded, and a fruit knife stained with blood appeared in his hand.

This knife is indeed sharp, but unfortunately it is too thin. It cannot be slashed without turning into a nail sword, and even thrusting is very difficult.

But this shape is surprisingly suitable for...

Anatomy.

From the moment he walked here, Wang Jin was considering whether to cut open the fool's body to check the specific situation.
To be continued...