"Brother, look at this thing."

Xi Chi frowned and kicked something in front of him with his toes.

The blood and oil formed a hard shell, reflecting the colored luster like gemstones.

Break the hard shell and you can see the pale skin underneath.

The joints are thick, the bones are slender, and the nails are sharp.

This is a mermaid arm, or...

Long hands.

Wang Jin had a guess when he saw that some mermaids had no arms.

The long hand is just a by-product of the plan, but it just happens to connect the clues.

Wei Shanhe forced the village chief to make the villagers eat something.

When villagers eat food and turn into mermaids, their arms will be cut off to make long hands.

Wang Jin didn't see any long hands in Chenjiaweizi...which means they come out in full force every year and go up the river with the Mud Dragon King.

The Mud Dragon King kills a platoon leader every year, and the long-hand target is the villagers.

After Paitou dies, he will enter the underground river and become a sample of the Nanyang Master.

"Tsk."

Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and shook his head slowly.

There are not enough clues, and the reasoning can only go so far.

However, he was certain that Wei Shanhe and Master Nanyang were in a cooperative relationship.

Since cooperation can be discussed, there must be common interests.

"Common interests..."

Wang Jin clasped his hands together and breathed a sigh of relief.

The answer is obvious.

dragon.

Although this thing is not displayed openly, it runs through the entire layout secretly.

The samples formed after Paitou's death, as well as the piles of bones in the underground river.

This is all because those big-headed Nanyang magicians want to create a dragon out of nowhere.

"Both groups are competing with the dragon. There must be a reason."

Wang Jin rubbed his temples.

Wei Shanhe stayed here for seventeen years but failed to take away Xiaobai's tomb.

In order to create a dragon, the Nanyang Master did not hesitate to destroy lives and violate human ethics.

Two things are connected...

"Do wonders have anything to do with dragons? It's interesting."

Wang Jin grinned.

He didn't hate the feeling of peeling back the cocoon to find out the truth.

However, he was a little surprised that the drama fanatic could actually discover this.

"Look, this arm is giving the middle finger."

The drama idiot picked up his arm and showed it to Wang Jin, showing a wise smile.

“…”

Wang Jin was speechless for a while.

"Wait, this is..."

The severed hand passed in front of him, Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and grabbed it.

He found a slightly childish handwriting carved on his arm.

The crooked "Su", and the equally crooked "Hua".

Behind Su, there is a horizontal bar, and behind the flower, there is a checkmark that means everything is normal.

"Carved with little flowers."

Wang Jin also made a checkmark on the severed hand and threw it back.

Although he knew clearly that it was Hu Xiaobei who asked Xiaohua to do this.

But how many years old children dare to carve words directly on corpses? Many adults may not have the courage to do so.

He became more and more curious about what kind of person Song Paitou was, who could teach a child like Xiaohua.

Unfortunately, this question will never have an answer.

"Is Su Xi still alive?"

The drama fanatic looked at the horizontal bar behind the character Su, and his expression suddenly fell.

"Alive."

Wang Jin nodded.

"It's okay until the horizontal bar turns into a cross."

Wow...

The tree behind him swayed back and forth, and the bark fell off.

Soon, the scratches form patterns.

It's a little fox.

——

A little further away from Chen's house, there is a small thatched cottage.

Although the house is very dilapidated, it is kept very clean.

There are flowers and plants planted at the door, as well as a few asparagus trees.

There are white cranes on the other side of the yard, and mandarin ducks are playing in the water in the deep Tan at the door.

Occasionally, mist rises, making everything look dreamlike, like the residence of a fairy.

From time to time, sweet string music could be heard in the thatched cottage, as if someone was playing the piano.

Snap!

The sound of breaking porcelain was accompanied by yelling.

Let this all become no longer peaceful.

"Damn it... look no evil and die."

The man gritted his teeth and growled.

He poured the contents of the teapot onto the gramophone in front of him.

So the sound of the strings became intermittent.

"It's a good death."

A faint shadow walked out of the deep pool, scaring away the mandarin ducks wandering inside.

The shadow walked into the thatched cottage and sat next to the man generously, holding the tea cup in his hand.

"You still have the fucking nerve to come out?"

The man gritted his teeth and looked at the shadow, his eyes red.

"I'm asking you, who are Wang Jin and the others..."

"Shh."

Shadow slowly put the tea cup to his mouth and raised his head slightly.

Then the tea passed through the shadow and fell on the wicker chair.

"Look."

Shadow shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"The limit is to pick up the teacup, what else do you expect me to do?"

"I have been imprisoned for seventeen years, do you still need to remind me of this kind of thing?"

"Huh...huh."

The man took a deep breath, then snorted coldly, turned around and walked out of the thatched cottage.

——

Chenjiaweizi.

The two of them hugged the thick dead wood, and now there was no good place left.
To be continued...