Wang Jin was taken to a small room on the easternmost part of the second floor, where a few sheets of work were covered with quilts. There was a man lying on it, with only one leg exposed.

From the first time he saw that person, Wang Jin recognized that it was the guy he had been looking for, the boss of these people. In my impression, this person is not much shorter than himself, but he is much bigger than himself.

Wang Jin glanced over, and there was a brown shoelace tied on the root of the thigh, which was obviously to stop the blood flow.

The whole leg has begun to turn purple. Wang Jin looked at the man's face, and he seemed to have fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

So, Wang Jin wanted to pull him out by one arm and put the lower pulse. The two men on the side took two steps forward and stretched out their hands to stop him.

One of them pointed to the leg, meaning to let him hurry to be treated. From his gaze, Wang Jin saw something. That is: everything is good to say, but what is not cured? Die!

In a situation of urgency, people's thinking is very sharp. Even in such a short period of time, Wang Jin can actually think about a lot of things. The first thing he thought of was his grandfather Wang Yun. has saved countless people in his life, have you also experienced such a scene, and how would your grandfather deal with it?

Secondly, he was kidnapped by these people, "oh" can't be said so seriously at this time, at least there is an element of coercion, and he didn't come to this place voluntarily. It seems that these people are unlikely to send this person to the hospital, so now this person's life and death are all up to what they think.

Actually, it's not complicated. Wang Jin hasn't figured it out yet, he is already acting. He reached out and touched the man's thigh, looking for a wound.

As soon as his hand touched the skin on the man's leg, he was taken aback. So, he looked at the two people next to him with puzzled eyes. The two men knew why he was surprised, because they had also experienced this situation. There is no time to explain, though. Just keep pointing at that leg and let him pick up speed.

Wang Jin squatted down and kept groping with his hand on the man's leg. What he touched didn't look like a human leg.

There seemed to be a layer of wrapping around the leg, and it looked like the skin of a python. So, Wang Jin was a little suspicious, lowered his head and put his eyes very close, and there was a thick layer of "calluses" on his skin, which was the kind of "calluse" on the palms of people who had grabbed hoes and done heavy physical work.

And this "cocoon" is obviously layered, irregular and layered. Wang Jin only felt that this person was probably covered in the soles of normal people's feet.

He guessed correctly, Wang Jin touched this person from head to toe, and the two people behind him stopped stopping him.

Sure enough, this person was covered in this kind of skin, although Wang Jin didn't know why, but a difficult to explain and incomprehensible question appeared in Wang Jin's mind. That is: wounds! With such hard, almost leather-hard skin, where does the snake get its mouth?

The answer, after all, has to be found in this exposed leg. Soon the answer was available, though.

It took a lot of effort for Wang Jin to make the man turn sideways. He saw the bite marks of the snake.

At the back of the leg, the knee is located in the depression of the joint. There was an area two fingers wide and soft. On the sides are two thick hamstrings.

Wang Jin did not study medicine systematically, and he knew nothing about the structure of the human body. However, this is something for everyone.

Now that the wound has been found, the following things are not as simple as Wang Jin thought. He ran into another problem. Is this a snake's tooth marks? That's right. However, there is something strange about this snake.

All venomous snakes, no matter what species or poison, fangs are cone-shaped to facilitate the injection of venom into muscle tissue. But the bite marks of this wound right now~ are unimaginable.

There are a total of 4 bite marks arranged in a neat row, side by side. And each bite mark ~ is flat. Like a slotted flat-edged screwdriver struck with a hammer on a wooden table at an angle of approximately 90 degrees.

Wang Jin looked at the wound, only one thing was certain, from the trend of redness and swelling scattering, he could be sure without a doubt that it was a snake bite. However, looking at this arrangement and combination, Wang Jin suddenly remembered another picture.

I remember one year, on the edge of the crescent moon bay at the east end of Yaowanggu Village. I can't remember exactly what I and Zhilan are doing, anyway, the two of them often go. Zhilan seemed to let herself do something, but she refused. So, Zhilan grabbed Wang Jin's arm and asked for a bite on it, and the skin was broken. At that time, he scolded Zhilan: Are you a dog? Zhilan just laughed.

Wang Jin looked down at the four wounds that were already black and purple side by side, and suddenly a chill ran down his back, followed by a burst of cold sweat on his head that almost came out of every hair root, and a "buzzing" sound sounded in the two ears.

It's a human bite!

He looked at the two people on the side suspiciously, and the expressions on their faces had changed. Wang Jin seemed to see a sentence from their expressions: You know too much.

At this time, Wang Jin is no longer the native boy who returned to his hometown from the big city a year ago. If you want to talk about the following series of actions, why can he do it so effectively, calmly and deservedly? He can give a hundred reasons after the fact. However, according to his later recollections, at that moment, he didn't think about anything.

He quickly squeezed the wound, and no blood was squeezed out. He felt that maybe he didn't have enough strength. He ended up sitting on the man's lap with no blood. This he had never encountered before.

Soon, however, he noticed that the man's leg seemed to look like something else. Car tires! Yes, a car's tires. The thick "cocoon skin" is like a black tire. It seems to be filled with gas.

Wang Jin turned around and took out the dagger from his backpack, which he had left for himself. From a sharp point of view, the Rambo Jungle Saber Dagger can only be considered an ornament.

He thought about it and cut open the skin on the side of the wound. To be precise: he wants to inflate the big tires.

As soon as the two people on the side saw Wang Jin pull out, they quickly stopped him. One of them, with an almost unbelievable speed, rushed up and snatched the knife away.

Wang Jin understood what they were worried about, because the place where he was going to be stabbed was too close to the man's hamstring. If the depth of the descent is not well grasped, and the vein or major artery is cut, the person's life is over.

In the past, Wang Jin would be angry, but this time he didn't. He knew what was going on in the minds of these two men, but they didn't know what they were thinking. Throwing away all other factors, I didn't explain it clearly to these laymen when it came to saving people, and it was my own problem. You can't blame others.

Wang Jin turned his head and continued to look at the man's wound, and thought of another question, so he asked the two people, this was the first time they had spoken, proving that they were not dumb. Wang Jin asked: He knows martial arts, and his martial arts are very high, right? One person immediately replied to Wang Jin: Yes. The other added: very high, well, no opponent.

Wang Jin nodded: What will he do~ Internal strength? Then he pointed to the brown shoelaces and asked: Is he forcing poison to the outside of himself? Just didn't work out?

The other party agreed, nodded and said: Almost.

Wang Jin understands: a little bit can be a lot worse, a lot worse is a failure, and failure means no life.