Bang, bang, bang.

Wang Jin picked up the bottle and shook it gently.

Thick and turbid, a bit sticky.

Half a bottle of inhibitor was mixed with half a bottle of muddy water, but it was very close to what was in Changshou's body.

Even under the influence of the inhibitor, the muddy water still shook restlessly, as if it wanted to break the bottle.

This is the man with despicable means.

Wang Jin did not approve of what Da Paitou did, but he recognized the other party's consciousness and methods.

He didn't give up until the last moment, doing whatever it took to survive.

Such people are terrible.

Because of this, Wang Jin did not intend to get any information from him.

"It's a bit like the Mud Dragon King... take it back for experiments."

Wang Jin murmured softly, ignoring the sudden excitement of Mushui, and stuffed the bottle into his bag.

Then keep moving forward.

Now that the only guard in the prison is gone, Wang Jin's next road will be much easier, if not smooth sailing.

What's more, if Wang Jin's conjecture is true, then the prisoners in the prison will not be enemies.

"The time has come for the answers to be revealed."

The young man smiled and loaded the shotgun.

Turn around the corner where the leader of the queue was hiding just now.

Inspiration was injected into the ring, and a blazing white light lit up, illuminating the entire prison.

"What kind of photo are you taking? Are you looking for death?"

"Who are you...forget it, it doesn't matter."

"Peng Hai is dead? Then who will give me a happy life?"

Noisy shouts and curses rang out, and eyes passed through the white light and looked at Wang Jin.

The boy who was being watched was not embarrassed at all, but met those eyes one after another and looked back.

Under the shallow pit dug hastily in the wall, six or seven dark figures huddled.

Maybe he was afraid of the baby-headed cross stuck in front of him, or maybe he couldn't stand the sudden stimulation of bright light.

They tightened their bodies as much as possible, hugged themselves into a ball, and spoke nonsense, mixed with bursts of roaring.

Wang Jin did not respond, but observed those people carefully.

Dark red oval scars can be seen on all exposed skin on the face, head, and hands.

These scars ruined the face and made the hair mottled, like a dog suffering from leprosy.

The oval scar is covered with another layer of scars.

There were scratches one after another.

It was as if something had drilled out of their skin and been roughly torn off by the nails, eventually forming dense scars that were numbing the scalp.

Wang Jin recognized these things.

Haunted Dragon.

And it's late.

Faced with such a horrifying sight, a normal person would be unable to help but turn away.

But Wang Jin stared at these people with excitement in his eyes.

After clearing his throat, he slightly lowered the brightness of the ring and spoke slowly.

"Which one of you is Wei Shanhe?"

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"There's something wrong with you."

Su Xi used the harpoon in her hand as a crutch and turned to look at the playboy.

Although this man got himself a prosthetic leg...it doesn't look like there's anything wrong with it.

"I always feel like I'm remembering something."

The play idiot looked at his broken leg and muttered softly.

It was rare that he didn't pretend to be mentally disturbed, but instead acted seriously.

Coupled with Wang Jin's young and handsome face, people can't take their eyes away.

"Is it possible that you have broken your leg more than once?"

Su Xi sighed helplessly and asked casually while supporting the drama idiot.

She gradually learned how to deal with her partner.

In this way, blood pressure will also drop a lot.

"...What did you just say?"

Xi Chi grabbed Su Xi and startled her.

"Um?"

Su Xi was startled by the force coming from her wrist, and she turned to look at Xi Chi.

But he happened to meet a pair of eyes shining with scarlet light.

"ah!"

Su Xi was startled and subconsciously dodged back.

But he was grabbed tightly by the big iron-like hand and pulled into his arms.

"What did you just...say?"

Xi Chi frowned and asked again.

"I-I said it might not be your first time to break your leg."

Looking at the face that belonged to Wang Jin, a flash of panic flashed across Su Xi's face, but she still answered honestly.

"Is that so? I kind of remembered."

"No wonder, no wonder..."

Xi Chi suddenly let go of the woman's bruised arm, lowered his head and murmured to himself.

Su Xi rubbed her arms and stood there blankly.

There is definitely something wrong with being a drama addict.

Just when she was considering whether to report it to Samsara in advance, Xi Chi suddenly grabbed Su Xi and forced her to look at him.

The red light in his eyes disappeared, and his ferocious expression returned to normal, turning back into a warm smile.

"What happened to me just now?"

Xi Chi frowned, his eyes full of confusion.

"you…"

This was the second time Su Xi was speechless.

It's not that I'm scared, I just don't know what to say.

Maybe he was moved by that face, or maybe he was concerned about his past feelings.

She didn't say anything, she just curled her lips and left a sentence.

"You are indeed mentally ill."

"That's good, that's good."

Xi Chi took a breath and gently rubbed his temples.

The word "mental illness" is the nickname given to him by Su Xi.

If she can say this, it means everything is normal.

"Let's go forward."

Xi was stunned for a while, then regained his composure, then took off his heavy prosthetic limb and continued to move forward.

"Um."

Su Xi nodded lightly, holding the harpoon, and slowly walked away with the drama idiot.

The terraced house and the ancestral hall are at both ends of the village.

Although it's not far, it's really not easy for the two cripples Su Xi and Xi Chi.

After about five minutes, the two of them followed the thin man to the ancestral hall.

There were crowds of people in the distance, and a bunch of people were standing in front of the door hesitantly, as if they were worried about something.

Su Xi shrouded the surroundings with illusions and got closer to the drama fanatic.

Covering yourself with illusions can create an effect similar to that of a ghost blowing out a lantern.

Although it cannot be completely unobservable, it is still more than enough to deceive the people.

"Come on, grab that thing, maybe the boss can recover."

"When the time comes, we will be rewarded based on merit. At the very least, we must have a house."

Two figures holding machetes whispered and whispered to each other.
To be continued...