It's hard to imagine how terrifying he was in his prime.

"Is this the leader..."

Wang Jin whispered softly.

In terms of water skills alone, Songhe seems to be more terrifying than Dapaitou.

No wonder he had the confidence to drag his body riddled with holes and take Wang Jin for a walk around Chen's house.

"I have a kind heart and am not very willing to do anything."

"My dad asked me to practice more Boat Handle Pose."

Song He smiled and waved to Wang Jin again.

So a group of six people sat on the bamboo rafts and drove slowly downstream.

——

In a dark space.

The figure wearing a torn raincoat opened his eyes and coughed twice.

"call…"

His breathing gradually stabilized, he picked up the brush on the ground and continued to wave it on the wall.

It's so cool and unrestrained to splash ink.

only…

Judging from the viscous liquid dripping slowly on the wall, he didn't use ink.

"call…"

He took another deep breath, as if it was difficult to calm down.

The brush was swung faster and faster, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly stopped.

Break the brush, pick up the inkstone and drink it all in one gulp.

Breathing became even again.

He seemed to have finally calmed down.

"Seventeen years...seventeen years..."

"Maybe it will work this time."

"ha…"

The man's voice trembled, and he became more and more excited as he spoke.

He rubbed his face, turned and left.

Leaving behind walls covered with dark red writing.

You can tell at a glance that the creator doesn't know calligraphy.

The handwriting is crooked and the excerpts are not famous quotes.
Chapter completed!