The geographical location of Chenjiaweizi is quite special.

There are rivers on the east and west sides, and Huajiang Village on the south side. Going north...

It's jungles and cliffs.

After walking a few hundred kilometers along the jungle, you can see the national border.

Logically speaking, this kind of place should be very popular among stowaways.

The premise is that there is no terrifying fog that lingers all year round, and the shrill screams that come out on rainy days.

These strange phenomena have made Chenjiaweizi a forbidden area for illegal immigrants.

But it has also become a holy place for some extreme explorers.

They came with great interest and died for some reason.

Corpses rotted in the mist, and bones paved a path.

Wang Jin and his party are walking on this road at the moment.

The Chen family was gradually left behind.

The dust-laden secrets come to light again and fall silent again.

The mermaids are still wandering in the sky, singing sad songs.

"hiss…"

The playboy shuddered.

He felt a little nervous, so he wanted to speak to break the disturbing silence.

But someone got the better of him.

"Still thinking about that?"

The speaker was Wang Jin.

This young man who had always said nothing nonsense actually took the initiative to care about Song He.

"Um."

The swarthy man responded, but his eyes were a little dazed, as if he was in a daze.

His haunting dragon had improved to some extent, but his mental state was declining all the way.

"My mother had no money for medical treatment back then, so she died of pain."

"Actually, money can't cure it, but at least it can make her death less painful."

"But all this money was spent by my father on Chen's family."

Song He sighed, his face complex.

Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

A few days ago, he could imagine Song Paitou as a coward who abandoned his flesh and blood, and then died helplessly with this resentment.

Last night, after seeing the familiar face in Mud Dragon King.

He could imagine Song Paitou as a hero for children fighting for a chance of life, and go on with hope.

But Song Paitou was neither a coward nor a hero.

He is just an ordinary person.

This ordinary man made his beloved wife pass away in pain, but at the same time he saved Xiaohua, whom he had never met.

Should you hate it? Or should you be proud of it?

Song He was suddenly at a loss.

He was eager to find an answer, so he turned to look at Wang Jin.

"Are you sure you want to ask me?"

Wang Jin was a little surprised, but he still answered seriously after thinking for a moment.

"If it were me, I might never be able to forgive him in my lifetime."

"Life is valuable in my eyes."

"Some people are just more important, leaving their wives and children to save strangers..."

"I don't understand, and I want to punch him twice."

The young man waved to his empty hand, as if there really was some bastard there.

"Of course, my judgment standards are different from those of normal people and have no reference value."

Wang Jin shrugged and added another sentence.

That’s all.

Some things can only be answered by oneself, no matter how much others say, it is useless.

"Don't think so much."

The drama fanatic stretched out his hand and patted Song He and said to comfort him.

"We just need to... rescue that thing, kill Wei Shanhe, and avenge Song Paitou."

Xi Chi finished speaking in one breath, showing a proud smile.

He rarely used his brain, and his goals became clear and clear.

"Um."

Wang Jin smiled and casually threw out the shotgun.

Rescue that thing, kill Wei Shanhe, and avenge Song Paitou.

There is actually no difference between these three sentences, and they all point to...

Let Wang Jin get the rare item.

Of course, the most important thing right now is not this.

Click.

Shotgun loaded.

Wang Jin pointed at the black shadows moving around him and spoke slowly.

"alert."

——

"It's finally here."

The little fox was instantly alert and asked Su Xi to stop where she was with Xiao Hua.

She had known about the existence of these shadows, so she had been on guard.

"Wow…"

Ruoyouruowuo's cries sounded.

Hu Xiaobei frowned slightly.

Although she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she had heard about it from Wang Jin's mouth.

The baby-headed corpse god.

——

Wow – Wow –

The leaves tremble.

But there was no sound of wind in my ears.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Something was crawling quickly on all fours, shuttling between the gaps in the trees.

The sky is getting darker and visibility is getting lower and lower.

"Don't turn on the light."

The drama fanatic reached for his pocket, but was stopped by Wang Jin.

If you expose your position at this time, you will definitely become the target of public criticism in an instant.

"Wow...wow..."

There were bursts of children crying in his ears, and Wang Jin nodded slightly.

He was not surprised that his opponent was the Infant-Head-Belly Corpse God who had been dormant for some time.

After all, Wei Shanhe and Master Nanyang have a cooperative relationship, so it would be strange if this thing doesn't appear.

"What is this?"
To be continued...