"Coir raincoat? Tall?"

The girl repeated Xiaohua's words softly, her pretty brows slightly furrowed.

Although he had never seen this person before, it did not prevent Hu Xiaobei from feeling wary.

"Well, the black raincoat is the same as Uncle Song's."

Xiaohua carefully recalled what she had just seen and added details.

Normally, the coir raincoat is made of grass or brown hair, and its color tends to be yellowish brown.

Only the platoon leader who is selected to face the Mud Dragon King every year will wear the coir raincoat passed down from the leader of the platoon.

It is said that this will bring you blessings.

Unfortunately, this blessing is not very good.

The coir raincoat was soaked with the blood of more than a dozen platoon leaders and turned completely black.

"First in line."

Hu Xiaobei whispered softly and tightened his grip on the short knife in his hand.

Different leaders have different positions. If they had good intentions... they would not show up at this juncture.

Those who come are not good.

"He stood at the door and didn't move."

Xiaohua put her head out to confirm and spoke again.

"That's it."

Hu Xiaobei held Xiaohua in front of him and touched her moist little head.

The green light in her eyes flashed past, and the girl took a breath quietly.

For a moment, she even doubted Xiaohua's identity.

Even Wang Jin and Jiuyi didn't notice anything unusual, but this child acted too mature.

He should be in elementary school, but not only did he not panic when encountering something like this, but he also tried his best to collect information.

This is so abnormal, simply...simply...

"Hiss...he looks like an idiot."

Thinking of this, Hu Xiaobei was stunned.

She suddenly discovered that Xiaohua was also a child who grew up with malice and murderous intent.

But Xiaohua herself doesn't have Wang Jin's terrifying observation skills. How can she get to this point...

"Song Paitou taught you very well."

Hu Xiaobei frowned and spoke softly.

A father who abandoned his children was willing to teach Xiaohua so much.

The evaluation does not match the performance. Obviously one party's view is incorrect.

"Uncle Song is very powerful."

Xiaohua nodded in understanding and shrank behind the girl.

The latter smiled and still stood where he was.

There is no need to worry about the man in raincoat at the door. After all, there is still a place for the leader in the front yard.

As for the safety of other villagers... Hu Xiaobei didn't care at all.

She only cares about whether Wang Jin is in danger.

——

"Second row head..."

Wang Jin squinted his eyes, a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

He was looking at the figure in black raincoat in front of him.

He is thirty or forty years old, similar to Zhao Guangming.

His figure is not strong, but rather scary.

Wang Jin is very tall, almost 1.8 meters tall, and even looks up slightly.

If you're not wearing a raincoat...you're a bit like a brother to the bamboo pole in your hand.

Despite his pale complexion, this man's facial features are quite decent, and he even has thick eyebrows and big eyes, which makes him quite righteous.

In addition, the leader of the second row is an outsider from the village and is not a fisherman.

Wang Jin couldn't tell whether the person was lying based on his appearance.

"If you stay in a place without sunlight for so long, your face will be as pale as mine."

"Friend, I just haven't seen a living person a little excited for a long time. I really don't mean any harm."

"Wherever you want to go, I can take you there."

The second row leader grinned and tried to look more kind.

After being beaten up without saying a word, his name for Wang Jin changed from "boy" to "friend".

"Don't be too nervous..."

The second platoon leader stretched out his hand as he spoke, trying to express goodwill in this way.

bite--

A white light flashed, and the nailed sword whistled past with the sound of wind.

He accurately made a cut in the palm of the second row head.

The man's expression froze and he withdrew his palm at an incredible speed, as if he was worried about what Wang Jin would see.

Hiding his palms behind his back, the head of the second row looked a little colder.

Ignoring the shock bombs on his body, he held the bamboo pole in his hand and watched Wang Jin speak coldly.

"It's too much."

It's really too much.

Although he had to endure it many times, Wang Jin still pushed forward.

Anyone else would be furious.

"I don't mean anything else."

The young man shook his head slightly and showed a warm smile.

"This is a...custom from my hometown."

"Have you ever heard of making a blood alliance? It's similar to that."

Wang Jin waved his hand and the nail sword disappeared.

The liquid stained on the sword blade dripped into the river water and became invisible.

Everything just now seemed like it had never happened.

"That's it, then I will also..."

The expression on the second row leader's face softened a bit.

He was stunned for a moment, then excitedly raised the bamboo pole that Wang Jin had cut off half of, and tried to use it for him too.

"You are a foreigner, so you don't need that custom."

The young man turned his head casually and walked to the other side of the bamboo raft.

When the second platoon leader heard this, his expression darkened obviously, and he seemed to want to speak out to refute.

"What are you doing here?"

Before the head of the second row could speak, Wang Jin shook the remote control in his hand and chose to ask without hesitation.

"call…"

The leader of the second row calmed down and used only half of the bamboo pole left to prop up the boat. He had to change his hand every time he propped it up.

"I'm actually a chef."

"The fish in the underground river are fresh and tender. I occasionally come down to catch a few."

The man spoke very slowly, as if he was reminiscing at the same time.

His voice was thick and hoarse, causing quite an echo in the underground river.

It's inexplicably weird.

"It really doesn't look like it."
To be continued...