Looking at Xiao Hei running around the ground with heartache, Wang Jin turned to look at Hu Xiaobei.

The latter instead cast the same gaze, obviously not understanding why Wang Jin stopped him.

"Silly, listen carefully."

The big ears on the top of his head moved, and Hu Xiaobei closed his eyes, as if trying to capture some sounds that others could not hear.

"Those tiny sounds are provocation."

“…is this true?”

Wang Jin tried his best to mobilize his inspiration, but he could only hear sighs.

Touched his chin and turned to look at Xiaohua.

I found that the other party was like me and was confused.

The little flower seemed to be unable to even hear the sigh.

"Sure enough, the five senses of the immortals are much stronger than those of humans."

Wang Jin smiled helplessly and decided to hand over the matter to the little fox.

He knew that Hu Xiaobei's investigation method... was basically just to smell the smell and then listen to the sound.

With these two items alone, she can become a qualified tuner.

This is enough to show how talented Hu Xiaobei is.

And this time, she happened to encounter a field she is good at.

"Can you hear what those voices are saying?"

Wang Jin pressed Xiaohua's head and was ready to use contact suppression at any time.

At the same time, he turned to look at Hu Xiaobei, hoping that the other party could obtain effective information.

"There are all scattered abuses without any logic, cursing the Mud Dragon King and we outsiders."

The girl sighed, and the fox ears on her head gradually calmed down from the rotation.

"I can feel the emotions in those words."

"Anger, helpless, crazy."

"This is the emotion that the vocationals should have... maybe."

Hu Xiaobei muttered softly, with a little hesitation on his face.

The ancestral hall worships the leader of every person who dies under the hands of the Milk Dragon King.

These people have the real ranks that they have learned from the beginning.

There are also unfortunate villagers who are really the ones who sacrificed their lives and then chose to die.

It is not surprising that such a person who dies inexplicably will have any emotions.

"A bunch of irritable brothers? It's a really good ancestral hall."

Under Xiaohua's leadership, Wang Jin approached the altar while responding to Hu Xiaobei's words.

This thing is not afraid of inhibitors, or the problem is not on the tablet.

If you want to investigate clearly, you must get close.

With Hu Xiaobei guarding the door, Wang Jin was much more relieved.

"Don't worry, when I was a child, I often lie at the door and look inside, and I often pester Song He and ask him to tell me the stories of these people."

Xiaohua reached out to rub the inhibitor on her face and pointed to the tablets placed on other wooden signs.

Only the incense burner is present in front of that tablet.

"This is the second row... I heard that I came from another place, so I stayed to help me when I saw that we were pitiful."

"The big vanguard is also very powerful, but he didn't take the Clay Dragon King seriously. He died the next day and did not make any contributions to the village."

"So he can't put it on it."

Xiaohua shook her head with a "this is it" expression.

"The second barracks have thought of a way to solve the problem of the Mud Dragon King and led everyone to resist together. I heard that they almost succeeded... It's a pity that I was not born yet."

"Then this is three rows, this is four rows...all the way to nine rows."

"From the ninth row, everyone will choose people."

Xiaohua gasped and wanted to break free from Wang Jin's palm, but found that the power gap between the other party and himself was too huge.

So he simply gave up struggling and let Wang Jin pull his clothes.

"No."

Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and counted the number of those tablets again.

According to Xiaohua's meaning, the first to nine rows except the second row are placed below.

If you look carefully, you will find that there is a difference between the position of the head and the villagers.

The line is slightly forward, while the villagers are slightly behind.

"There are seven in the front line, and only eight in the second row."

"A shortage of a line."

Wang Jin patted Xiaohua and signaled that there was something wrong with the other party’s things here.

“Eh?”

The latter was stunned for a moment, and bulged his cheeks and began to check the situation above.

"This year is the seventeenth year of the appearance of the Mud Dragon King. Song He is not dead yet... Then there should be sixteen tablets here."

"Nine leverage..."

Xiaohua muttered softly, and soon frowned again.

"The names are all right."

Xiaohua looked at Wang Jin and pointed at the row of spiritual positions below with her hands, while saying eight names.

One tablet corresponds to one name...the last eight names are all corresponding to it.

"Damn?"

Wang Jin did not find any problem, but he knew that there was a big problem in this way.

Seven tablets, corresponding to eight names.

Corresponding one by one, I can't find any mistakes at all.

“Cognition is distorted?”

Wang Jin shivered.

This happened last time...it was in the zoo.

But this time the enemy was definitely not as powerful as the ancient god, and it didn't even make Wang Jin feel a little bit of crisis.

"No, no...I'm not contaminated."

Wang Jin raised his hand and looked at the Geiger counter.

He clearly remembered that this thing exploded the moment he entered the zoo.

Now, the value it displays is only a little higher than the normal value, which should be the impact of rain.

"It's not a cognitive distortion... it's some kind of interesting trick."

Wang Jin nodded.

There is only one possibility.

Some people didn't want the name of one of the top players to be exposed to the sight of others, so they specially arranged something that Wang Jin didn't know much about.

This means... the line itself is not clean.

"I can't find any one I'm missing, and no one who came here to burn incense should have found it."

Xiaohua frowned and spoke, as if she didn't understand this phenomenon.

She hesitated for a while and decided to hand over the question to Wang Jin. She turned around and flipped something in the altar.

"fine."

Wang Jin patted her shoulder and then turned her gaze to the tablet that stood out.

“Second row…”

The young man nodded slowly.

He narrowed his eyes and tried to see the name on the tablet.

Unfortunately... I don't know if it was because no one took care of it for a long time, or if the tablet was not intended to be seen clearly by others.
To be continued...