"He's been here a long time?"

"I came here twenty-three years ago because of the Nanyang martial arts fight. I came to the village as a guest again seventeen years ago."

"It was also this year that the Mud Dragon King appeared."

"I've been suspicious of this guy since that day, and I still am to this day."

Da Paitou turned the bamboo knife in his hand and watched it flip over in his palm.

The blade reflected the light from Wang Jin's ring, which made people a little upset.

"Seventeen years ago."

Wang Jin repeated these words softly and rubbed his palms, which were getting colder.

A lot happened seventeen years ago.

During the Chang Tianqing Rebellion, the Liu family's strange objects were relocated, and the Mud Dragon King appeared.

If these things can be connected in series, the second-row leader will definitely not be an unknown person.

A Taoist priest who died seventeen years ago...Wang Jin had never heard of this person.

"Name, I want to know his name."

After thinking for a moment, Wang Jin raised his head again and looked into Da Paotou's eyes hidden in the shadows.

"ha…"

The big platoon leader grinned, his voice sounding like a crow wailing.

"I will never forget this name for the rest of my life."
Chapter completed!