Hu Xiaobei frowned.

The swamp was pitch black, with no reflection at all.

It was as if the light had been sucked in.

While Hu Xiaobei was observing carefully, the swamp suddenly fluctuated.

There seems to be something running through it.

——

"call…"

Wang Jin took a breath and pulled the flag back hard.

This is one of his conjectures.

There's nothing up there, maybe it's down there.

It was as if the ground was the axis of symmetry, and something was slowly crawling beneath the swamp.

Leave countless handprints.

But the spear just hit the hole.

Wang Jin couldn't be sure whether he missed the hit or guessed wrong.

Whoosh!

The sound of wind passed by my ears, and the branches were steadily submerged into the water.

Song He waved his hand and gave a thumbs up.

Stitching fish is easier for him than eating and drinking.

"Wow!!!"

The moment the branch fell into the water, the child cried louder and louder.

"Ha, what a blessing."

Wang Jin grinned.

He knew that he had guessed correctly.

——

"Bah! Bah!"

The little fox shook his head desperately, trying to get rid of the black liquid splashing on his body.

As soon as she got closer to take a closer look, the swamp suddenly splashed with water.

It's like someone threw something inside.

This made Hu Xiaobei a little annoyed, but he could only give up.

"Wow!!"

The shrill cry sounded, and Hu Xiaobei raised his eyebrows.

Obviously, Wang Jin's testing has paid off.

As long as you aim to hit underwater, the problem can be solved perfectly.

"This will be easier to handle."

The little fox slowly rose up and flicked its tail.

Hundreds of wind blades poured down.

It's like throwing a few pebbles into the water.

She didn't even need to locate it accurately, she just needed to listen where the scream came from.

——

"Damn it!! A knife is coming from the sky!"

The play idiot pulled the golden flag around himself, leaving only half of his head exposed.

Song He's body was instantly covered with scales to defend himself from attacks falling from the sky.

Wang Jin sighed, and the Paradise Heavy Armor slowly emerged.

Of course he knew whose masterpiece these wind blades were.

But Wang Jin had no intention of stopping it.

It doesn't hurt or itch when hit on the body, but when it falls into a swamp, you can occasionally hear a whine.

The location of the fingerprint owner was ruthlessly detected.

Wang Jin only needs to work with Song He to make up for the damage, and he can easily solve the problem.

Very efficient.

"The tuners all act alone...it seems reasonable."

Wang Jin murmured softly and nodded slowly.

"You said it's called the Baby-Headed-Belly-Corpse God?"

Song He even had some free time to chat with Wang Jin.

"Um."

Wang Jin ignored Old Pete's wailing and stuck the flag into the swamp.

"God...then you have to know something."

Song He threw the branch casually and said.

"The Dragon King can make it rain, the Thunder God and the Lightning Girl can make thunder and lightning, and Yue Lao is in charge of marriage."

"What kind of god is this? What does it care about?"

Song He asked.

"Are you talking about authority?"

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.

Leave behind those existences above the starry sky.

These messy things like the Baby Head, Belly and Corpse God, although they have gods in their names, are just weird stories.

For example, Wutong Shen is a giant monkey.

Another example is the Baby-Head-Belly Corpse God, which is a low-level product that doesn’t even have ghost stories.

What these guys can do can be described as authority.

But Wang Jin prefers to call it "ability".

The ability of the baby-headed-belly corpse god...

"Actually, I have a little guess."

Wang Jin touched his chin.

He had fought with this guy as early as in the underground river.

Although there was no real fight, Wang Jin did not gain anything.

"What is it?"

Song He looked over with interest, and the playboy quietly raised his head.

"climb."

Wang Jin spoke seriously.

"What the hell?"

The drama idiot almost jumped up, but was hit back by the wind blade.

"Well, one of its abilities should be related to climbing."

Wang Jin didn't mean to be joking at all, but continued to nod.

"Are you climbing the gods..."

Song He sniffed.

"Those people in Nanyang just pull their hips, how can they still have this thing?"

"ha."

Wang Jin was amused by the name Climbing God.

"No wonder they don't have a well-established organization over there. With that kind of imagination... you can't come up with any dangerous weird stories, right?"

Xi Chi smacked his teeth and nodded seriously.
To be continued...