Their eyes were filled with admiration.

For these honest people who have been fishing all their lives, it is remarkable that Wang Jin can say this based on mere speculation.

Liu Shu opened her mouth, intending to take over Wang Jin's conversation.

Unfortunately, he didn't say anything at all.

"call…"

The young man took a breath and prepared to continue.

Details can often explain a lot. From that moment on, Wang Jin had some guesses in his mind.

"After the death of the first platoon leader, the second platoon leader came here and took the initiative to help deal with the Mud Dragon King, and lost his life."

"And every position starting from the third platoon leader has not replaced Wei Shanhe who is above his head."

"It means there are some things that you don't understand until you get here."

"This shows that he is related to the Nanyang Master, but I didn't see him on the road."

"Wei Shanhe is missing."

Wang Jin stretched out his hand and gestured.

"Every leader since then has never made the same achievements as Wei Shanhe, and Huajiang Village has declined because of this."

The leaders nodded with complicated expressions.

Wang Jin, who had only been here for a day or two, knew more about what had happened in the village than the leaders.

Something seems to be wrong.

Snap!

Wang Jin clapped his hands.

"Time has moved to now."

"Song He's father disappeared, and I came here to save Song He."

"This is what happens in the village."

Wang Jin's eyes flickered, and his calm eyes seemed to span time, reflecting the past more than ten years ago.

"Let's turn our attention to the underground river and look at the timeline of the Nanyang Master."

"Since the beginning of the Nanyang Fight, this group of people have been here and secretly conducted experiments for some reasons."

"With the help of the baby-headed and belly-corpse god, people can be turned into monsters."

Looking at the platoon leaders who were gnashing their teeth, Wang Jin nodded secretly.

These people were probably transported here directly. Even if they saw the suffering villagers on the road, they couldn't do anything.

For this group of good people who voluntarily sacrificed their lives for others, it was a rather terrifying punishment.

After patting Liu Shu's shoulder, Wang Jin spoke again.

"I almost killed all these monsters along the way."

"Think carefully about their species... spiders, fish, snakes."

"These things all lay eggs."

Wang Jin pointed at the distance.

The leaders of the platoon, who had been listening carefully, turned their heads, but were disappointed in the narrow terrain.

They didn't notice that they, who were supposed to be sharing information, unknowingly became Wang Jin's audience.

"The red ball on the mural occupies such a large area and should be the key information."

"Looking at it now, it should also mean 'egg'."

"The girl wants to remind me."

Wang Jin narrowed his eyes when he thought of the snake-body girl whose head was decapitated by his sword.

"Those Nanyang wizards want to create some kind of creature from scratch."

"Something... egg-laying."

Wang Jin knocked his head and glanced at the leader of the queue who was looking at him with admiration.

"When I get here and see these successful 'samples' of yours, I probably understand."

"The reason why it was successful is that...the leaders of the queue were all victims of the Mud Dragon King."

The young man held up his hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

"From the moment I saw the Tangled Dragon, I wondered how it was possible for a human body to have scales."

"Looking at it now, this phenomenon is exactly what Master Nanyang wants to see."

"Maybe spiders are a distraction, but..."

"Fish, snake, scales, you guys."

"There's something else I'm looking for."

Wang Jin took a deep breath.

"I know this answer is outrageous, but it keeps lingering in my mind."

"Eliminate all false options, and whatever remains is the truth, no matter how bizarre it is."

"so."

Wang Jin sighed, faced the astonished eyes of the people in the queue, and spoke slowly.

"These Nanyang lunatics want to create a dragon."

"…Ah? Ah???

"This...how is this possible..."

The leaders' eyes widened.

Weren't you talking about the little red ball one second? Why did you jump to the dragon the next second?

When they first heard Wang Jin's reasoning, they felt that this young man was really smart.

After hearing what happened, they felt that this kid was extremely smart and could be called the reincarnation of Zhuge Liang.

But the further they go, the more they think Wang Jin is crazy.

"No, it's very possible."

Willow narrowed his eyes and whispered softly.

"That thing is nearby, so it's not surprising that they would have such thoughts."

"Yeah...Willow."

Wang Jin smiled and added an accent to the word "Liu".

Liu Shu was stunned for a moment, and an inexplicable expression flashed across his twisted face.

Wang Jin shrugged, ignored it, and spoke again.

"For some reason, the Nanyang Master wanted to make a dragon."

"But the Mud Dragon King only floats up from the downstream once a year, and it doesn't become more frequent because of the ideas of these crazy people."

"That is to say, the Mud Dragon King does not completely listen to them."

"This is a third-party force."

Wang Jin snapped his fingers.

"I just said that Wei Shanhe disappeared because he was looking for the person behind the Mud Dragon King."

"And I didn't find him here, so..."

"Yes, he is in Chenjiaweizi."

Willow nodded, her voice even trembling.

The same was true for the other platoon leaders. There were even one or two who looked at Wang Jin more like they were looking at some evil god.

Accepting so much information at once is a challenge for any of them.

key…

Is this relationship reversed?

The person who received too much information and then stood there blankly should be Wang Jin, right?

"Huh...I finally figured it out."

Wang Jin nodded slowly.

The three water sources correspond to the three forces.
To be continued...