"Wei Shanhe...also named Wei?"

Wang Jin muttered the name repeatedly, frowning slightly.

The surname "Wei" has appeared too many times.

Hui Dian Deng's good friend, Wei Daoxuan, the Unchangeable Lord, predicted today's Northeastern Rebellion two to three hundred years ago.

The shriveled Taoist robe corpse in half the jar is said to be the ancestor of the Wei family.

The three talismans passed down from their ancestors were designed to kill half of the vat.

Although the identity of exorcist policeman Wei Shan has not been confirmed personally, Wang Jin feels that he is one of the most virtuous people among the ten evils.

There is also the leader of Huajiang Village, Wei Shanhe, who participated in the Nanyang Fighting and finally died at the hands of the Mud Dragon King.

The surname Wei seems to have been involved in various strange incidents.

The only thing in common…

"Oh shit."

Wang Jin shuddered when he thought of this.

Wei Daoxuan has immortal bones in his body, and half a vat can release zombie blood. Wei Shan is one of the ten evils.

That Wei Shanhe…

"The Liu family's rare items are definitely around here, and maybe they are related to the Mud Dragon King."

Wang Jin grinned and smiled.

Even though many years had passed since the Nanyang Fighting, Wei Shanhe still chose to pay a visit somewhat unexpectedly.

He definitely didn't come here for an outing.

The information he received basically matched his guess, and Wang Jin was in a pretty good mood.

"Tsk."

Looking at Wang Jin who suddenly muttered and smiled at the same time, the big boss curled his lips with a rather unkind expression.

This is what happens when you only listen to half of what someone is saying...How dare you call yourself a "good listener"?

Nonsense.

"Ahem, sorry, I was thinking about something just now."

Wang Jin calmed down and turned to look at the head of the queue.

"Since you said that the whole village believes in Wei Shanhe...then why does Paitou hate outsiders so much?"

"Boy, what makes you think I will tell you?"

Da Paitou narrowed his eyes and his voice was cold.

"Because we are on the same page."

"What's the meaning?"

The man frowned and subconsciously crossed the bamboo knife in his hand.

The young man spread his hands to show that he was not hostile.

"I know there are a lot of lies in your words...but basically everything related to Wei Shanhe is fine."

"His purpose of coming here is indeed not simple.

"I can tell you clearly that you are right."

Wang Jin smiled and stared at the trembling pupils of the big row leader.

"I trust you."

"Believe...believe me?"

Da Pai Tou widened his eyes and muttered these two words back and forth.

No one has said that to him in years.

"You want to find out what Wei Shanhe is planning, and I hope so too."

"'Truth' is one of the few trophies that can be shared."

"Before there is a conflict of interest, I will have 20% trust in you."

Wang Jin stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Da Pai Tou.

"Twenty percent is a bit too much."

The latter thought for a long time and finally slowly raised his head.

A somewhat forced smile appeared on his pale face.

"The most I can give you is 10%."

Da Paitou put the bamboo knife aside and stretched out his right hand with 10% trust.

"Peng Hai."

The young man smiled, put the shotgun he had been holding back in his shoulder bag, and shook the platoon leader's right hand.

"Wang Jin."

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"The front yard...the front yard is going to be breached!"

Xiaohua, who ran from the aisle to watch out, ran back to Hu Xiaobei as fast as possible with her legs that were not too long.

"So fast?"

The girl was stunned.

The attack power of the spirit position is very strong, and its speed and strength are several times that of the long hand.

Coupled with the mist bonus put down by Jiuyi, each of their attacks was enough to blast through the iron plate.

Even if it was Lu Zhishou who came, he would have to be blocked for a while.

Even if Changshou had gained an advantage through numbers, the results should not have come out so quickly.

"The one in the raincoat seems to be directing the long hand."

Xiaohua gasped for air, but at the same time she did not forget to convey the message to Hu Xiaobei.

"Leader of the platoon...the commander?"

Hu Xiaobei repeated, his brows furrowed a little deeper.

Although the palm stretched out in the spiritual position is as pale as the long hand, you can still see the difference if you look closely.

The long hands are more like the arms of a drowned ghost, and the spiritual palm has a porcelain-like luster, which doesn't look unpleasant.

If anyone comes to take a look at it, they will definitely point out that these two things are not the same thing at all.

And the current situation seems to be telling Hu Xiaobei that her guess is completely wrong.

Long hands and Paitou itself are inextricably linked.

boom!

Before Hu Xiaobei could think about it, a piece of the wall of the ancestral hall was blown away.

Mud splashed and broken bricks fell to the ground.

Hu Xiaobei saw clearly what broke the brick wall.

It was tightly twisted together, with hundreds of long hands.

Hundreds of arms with abnormally long joints, hundreds of pale and wriggling palms.

They were just entangled together, flying around with terrifying force.

Like a pale snake.

A snake that is made up of arms and whose tail is not visible.

On the other side of the snake, there is a small bamboo raft.

No one knows why this ghost thing appears on land.

Standing on the bamboo raft was a tall and thin man wearing a raincoat. He kept waving the bamboo pole in his hand.

So the giant white snake danced again, but in a different direction.

There stood a group of villagers looking around. They seemed to be planning to come over to check the situation, but they did not dare to move forward because they had never seen such a scene before.

boom--

The giant snake smashed it down without hesitation.

Toward the crowd.

So Hu Xiaobei saw with his own eyes that several villagers turned into meat paste and were squeezed out from under the giant snake.
To be continued...