A drizzle as thick as cow hair floated in the sky, creating countless tiny ripples in the water-filled mud puddles.

The rain here seems to never stop, and light rain is considered quite good weather.

Shortly after the sun rose, it was covered by dark clouds, and a layer of mist filled the village.

The air became cold and humid, making people feel indescribably uncomfortable all over their body.

Of course, this discomfort is nothing compared to the physical pain.

"Drive!"

The little white-haired girl held two bunches of messy hair in her hands and sat on her broad shoulders, bouncing back and forth.

Very happy.

"well."

The young man looked complicated and stretched out his hand to rub his temples.

He always felt that Hu Xiaobei's personality had changed to a certain extent after he became a young girl.

Becoming more arrogant.

The only good thing is...she only did this in front of Wang Jin, and no other casualties were caused.

Wang Jin ignored the girl's urging and walked slowly on the dirt road.

The ground here is sprinkled with a layer of cinders, so it won't become muddy even if it rains all year round.

Occasionally, villagers who got up early to fetch water would pass by Wang Jin carrying buckets, and would smile reluctantly after being stopped.

Everything is so calm and peaceful.

"We'll make more noise when we go home."

Wang Jin moved his sore cervical vertebrae and reached out to pull down the baby Hu Xiaobei.

The latter puffed up her cheeks and transformed back into a fox-eared girl.

"Have you figured out the situation in the ancestral hall?"

Wang Jin adjusted his backpack and asked.

After Song He woke up, he asked Hu Xiaobei to go out and investigate.

"Um."

The girl nodded and became professional and calm again.

Detection is not a difficult problem for a flying fox.

What's more, this fox is a real tuner.

"The ancestral hall is normal and there is no smell of pollution."

"The well is in the backyard. If you want to get water, you can only go around the memorial tablet."

Hu Xiaobei crossed his arms and tapped his fingers lightly on the white windbreaker made of special material.

"There is something worth noting."

"The villagers not only collect water during this period, but also worship at the memorial tablets."

"Everyone is like that..."

The girl paused and repeated again.

"I have carefully observed it, and it is indeed everyone."

"oh?"

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and looked into Hu Xiaobei's eyes.

Perhaps because of the inexplicable tacit understanding, he understood the other party's meaning almost instantly.

The Mud Dragon King will appear every year during the rainy season.

If Wang Jin hadn't stopped the Mud Dragon King last night, today next year would also be Song He's memorial day.

The dead also have family members, and it is normal for them to be worshiped on memorial days.

The only problem is... "everyone" burns incense sticks before fetching water.

There are dozens of households in the village, and it has been less than twenty years since the appearance of the Mud Dragon King.

It is impossible for every household to have a death.

Then we can only make another guess.

The villagers went to burn incense to express their gratitude.

But this thing itself doesn't make sense.

All the capable leaders died in the first few years.

Repeated failures have caused considerable changes in the attitude of the villagers.

From resistance at the beginning, to escape later, and now... numbness.

They chose to coexist with the Mud Dragon King.

Each year, one person is chosen to live in the row house, and the rest live as usual.

If the "chosen person" is unwilling, the villagers will directly beat him up and throw him into the house, or even vent his emotions before the other person dies.

This kind of thing obviously happens often. Hu Xiaobei has seen more than one rotten human body part in the cellar of the row house.

But Wang Jin was not surprised.

After all, you can beat a fool to death just for a rumor, so it's not surprising that he would do such a thing.

Wang Jin knew it very well.

It is impossible for these villagers to feel grateful to those who sacrificed their lives.

Asking them to offer incense to the dead would be as difficult as going to heaven.

So what is this meaningless “worship” actually about?

"Go take a look, but you have to wait until the matter over there is resolved."

Wang Jin looked at Hu Xiaobei's confused eyes and pointed in the distance.

Xiao Hua was crying and running towards this side. The washed white cloth was covered with mud.

Obviously, I had fallen down several times on the road.

"etc…"

Hu Xiaobei was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Wang Jin.

The word "bad" is written all over his face.

She suddenly discovered a problem.

He went to investigate the well, and Wang Jin took the little black mirror ghost to save people.

This shows that no one is watching Song He's house.

And the person who always wanted to kill Song He was in the village.

Hongshan.

He originally had a grudge against the Song family, but was shot twice by Wang Jinbeng.

It is impossible for a rural gangster not to take this opportunity to take revenge.

Even if he just smashes the Mud Dragon King, Song He's short lifespan will be wiped out.

Judging from Xiaohua's current appearance, those scum indeed have this idea.

And according to the way of thinking of those villagers, they might actually get involved.

"No wonder the expressions of the villagers I met along the way were all wrong... Silly boy, didn't you think of this?"

Hu Xiaobei blinked and looked at the young man aside.

She also felt a little unsure.

There were too many things that Wang Jin needed to consider during this time, and he couldn't help conveying negative emotions to him.

A wise man will always make mistakes. If Wang Jin remembered this incident, he would not let Xiao Hua run home by herself.

Things are in trouble.

"Woooo..."

Xiaohua cried and ran to Wang Jin and gestured, mumbling something vaguely.

Looks quite anxious.

"That's it."

Wang Jin smiled, reached out to pick up Xiaohua, and put it on his shoulders.
To be continued...