"puff…"

Wang Jin laughed dumbly.

Now there are only two possibilities.

Or, Xiaohua is actually a humanoid clay dragon king, who might turn into Godzilla when he gets angry.

Or...Song Paitou commutes to Chenjiaweizi all year round, and even takes care of his children from there.

Obviously, the latter is more likely.

"So Song Paitou also went to Chenjiaweizi this time?"

Wang Jin frowned slightly and walked forward while thinking.

Abandoning his son and running somewhere else...

Are you ready to bring another one back?

Wang Jin didn't quite understand.

But he knew that his trip was not in vain.

Just because he was familiar with the Chen family, Wang Jin needed Song Paitou.

"The top priority is to deal with the Mud Dragon King, and then take Song He to find his father."

Wang Jin nodded slowly, then flipped through his backpack as if he remembered something, and took out two bags from it.

That was the vacuum bag he originally used to hold porridge. Now that the porridge is gone, he can just get some river water back.

"call…"

Wang Jin leaned down and, together with Xiao Hua, watched the bubbles bubble at the suction port of the bag.

The next second, the inspiration warning jumped.

Wang Jin subconsciously held Xiao Hua in his arms, his figure flashing.

Pale arms like bamboo emerged from the river strangely, and their gleaming fingernails sliced ​​through the air, making a whine of wind.

Long hands.

"...At least now I know where this thing comes from."

Wang Jin smiled helplessly, raised his shotgun and smashed the opponent into bloody mud.

Clues are accumulated bit by bit, Wang Jin only needs to remember all these seemingly unrelated things in his mind.

It's like the stars are lighting up one after another.

When the stars shine bright enough, the truth will appear in front of you.

Perhaps because she grew up in a place like this, Xiaohua wasn't too shocked when she saw long hands suddenly emerging from the river.

He even turned around to check Wang Jin's condition, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he crawled back and continued to pull his hair.

Soon, the two of them wandered back to the village.

The "no going out before dawn" ban issued by Wang Jin yesterday has expired, but few villagers still go out.

Maybe he was afraid of Wang Jin, maybe he was afraid of something else.

Occasionally, one or two people would walk towards the ancestral hall carrying buckets, obviously wanting to get water from the well.

Wang Jin took a quick look and found that almost all of them were injured without much effort.

Obviously, the long hands last night made them uncomfortable.

But these villagers seemed to have been used to it and continued to live their lives.

Wang Jin sighed.

He didn't sympathize, he just felt sad.

The eyes of those villagers could not tolerate anything other than numbness and cruelty.

Although the Mud Dragon King has not yet descended upon them, this depressing atmosphere has already subtly affected everyone.

Next year, the year after, the year after that.

One year it will be your turn.

But don't worry.

You may not live until then.

So they learned to treat everyone except themselves with the greatest malice, and used all means to fight for a chance to survive.

"Absurd, like a black comedy..."

Wang Jin shook his head.

He didn't know what to say.

"Silly boy!...huh?"

The white-haired girl running from a distance waved happily, but raised her eyebrows when she found the little flower on Wang Jin's neck.

Then her body suddenly shrunk and turned into a white-haired girl.

He looks about the same age as Xiaohua.

"No..."

Wang Jin swallowed and stood there blankly.

He saw the little white-haired girl suddenly beaming, obviously having an idea that would be suitable for him to go to jail.

"No, I have to get out of here."

Wang Jin reached out to pick up Xiao Hua and put her on the ground.

When he looked up again, he saw the white-haired girl rushing towards him quickly.

He shouted something in a soft and soft voice.

"Onii-chan! I want to ride too!"

“…”

Just as Wang Jin took half a step back, he saw the invisible wind blade swinging towards him, almost cutting off half of his heel.

"well…"

The young man sighed.

He understood from the other party's expression that Hu Xiaobei didn't mind.

This little guy just thought it was fun, so he wanted to try it too.

"Okay."

Wang Jin shook his head.

Since I can't escape anyway, I might as well accept my fate.

——

In the river.

The broken corpse floated slowly along the current.

The skin all over his body was completely corroded by the blood poison, and even his limbs were missing.

Logically speaking, such a person must be dead.

Sun Tiezui is indeed dead, no matter from which angle you look at it.
Chapter completed!