When touched by cinnamon, the reaction of melon vines is very intense, as if they were poured on by hot oil, not only emits a bad sour odor, but also smokes white smoke.

The old man frowned for a moment, then got up, and threw melon vines on the ground, and the expression was difficult to see.

"Dog Day, this vine is very active, much more powerful than the ones I have seen before..."

“Yes, there are very few such people!”Stuart nodded and said with a doubtful face: "I also know a lot about the records of people's melons, but the melon vines mentioned in those records are very ordinary kind, the activity is not so strong, as long as someone takes the melon, the melon will also wither away!"

“These vines should be dealt with as soon as possible.”The old man's tone is very serious, and even has a kind of urge: "If they continue to grow, maybe they can also produce other people's melons!"

“No, not?”Stuart was surprised, as if he did not expect his grandfather to say so, and his face was surprised: "The living people who are the host are dead, and they can grow other melons?"

“Not sure.”The old man shook his head, not joking at all: "This thing is a little strange, it seems that it does not need to be nourished by the flesh and blood of the living people, and can grow by the yin and yang."

"Mr. Shen, I have a problem..." Stuart frowned and asked, "If such a powerful person would be more effective than ordinary melon?"

The old man did not rush to answer, silently thought about it, and looked at the melon cocoons: "I feel that it should be stronger than ordinary people."

Stuart said, as if he had long known that it would be this answer, he asked a question: "You are also a Taishan Beidou in your line, according to your understanding, like such a powerful person, who can grow it out?"

Seeing that the old man did not squeak, and the disciple asked again, “Which clam master has such great ability?”

"It's not that I don't say, it's that I really don't know..." The old man sighed deeply and was full of helplessness: "In those sturgeons I know, no one can grow people, no one has such a big ability!"

Stuart did not know that he had not believed this, and from the expression, it seemed to be a letter, and nod his head and no longer asked.

Coincidentally, at this moment, a person suddenly broke into the outside.

The man and the Stuart were generally dressed in casual clothes, and did not wear camouflage clothes, walking in a hurry, and the look was very nervous.

He entered the house, first to the court salute, and then to the Stuart side, whispered a few words.

I don't know what he said, Stuart was very excited: "Really?"

“Really.”The man said, “Nine out of ten is nine!”

“Then bring it quickly!”Stuart urged.

When he got the order, the man did not say much, and went out as soon as he trotted.

When he returned home again, his hand was no longer empty, but carrying something similar to a sealed bag.

The bag was black and opaque, and nothing could be seen inside.

"This was found in the mountains half an hour ago, and you can get it right with the clues provided by the villagers!"

Stuart said, opening the sealed bag in front of us, carefully sticking out his fingers, and sandwiching a small plastic bag from it.

At this point, we saw clearly that the little bag was filled with a piece of cloth.

The cloth is not large, it is also the size of the slap, there is a patch on it, and many places are stained with blood.

“Master, look at that.”He said, handing over what he had to his grandfather.

“What is it?”The old man took over and looked at it, his expression was somewhat doubtful: “This looks... how is it kind of like ripped off the clothes and pants...”

"That's right."Stuart's eyes were bright, and he said with certainty: "This piece of cloth is probably pulled from the studgy, whether it is the above patch or clothing, including the color, can be told to the villagers!"

“Are you sure?”Grandfather’s face was surprised.

“Basically consistent.”The squirter nods.

“Is that old thing hurt?”The old man muttered, looking at the piece of cloth, his eyes more and more doubtful: "This is not right, can grow such a powerful person melon, their own strength is certainly not weak, such a powerful corner can be injured?" 」

"I'm afraid it's not too bad."Stuart analyzed: "From the blood on the cloth, this is not a random touch can be caused, even if it is broken by the thorns in the mountains, it is impossible to shed so much blood."

As soon as the voice fell, the disciple asked the old man, like such a powerful clam master, how many cases can make him injured?

I have to say, I have to listen to this problem, I have to look at the apprentice.

He did not ask the old man how the man was injured, nor did he ask how the old man was injured, but analyzed the specific situation and planned to come up with an exclusion method...

“Either he meets a difficult misdeed, or he meets a tough man.”The old man said with certainty: "These two possibilities are the greatest, in addition, there is another possibility..."

“What?”

“He was wounded with a firearm.”The old man said, looking at the disciple quietly, his eyes were somewhat complicated.

“The gun?”Stuart frowned: "This should not be, our people are indeed searching the mountain, but no one has ever fired a gun, it is impossible... wait a minute!" 」

It was as if he had thought of something, and his expression seemed ugly.

“Mr. Shen, do you say that these gentlemen will shoot?”Or... do they have guns?He asked, looking at Grandpa very seriously.

When I heard this, I immediately played with a spirit, which is no exaggeration.

The question of Stuart is light and heavy, and it is one thing for people to have evil means, and if they take a gun with the official family to find the slugger behind their backs, it is another matter.

The old man also knew that this question could not be answered casually, and thought about it carefully, and finally spoke.

The old man frowned, "but one thing is certain, if the squirter was wounded by a weapon, the only possibility is a bullet, and the melee cold weapon cannot hurt him."

Don't think that the old man is exaggerating, he still has a certain basis for this.

Not long ago I heard him say, like those powerful clams, all the poisons on their bodies, if ordinary people dare to play melee with them, I am afraid they do not know how to die.

The only way ordinary people can reach them is to attack.

“Oh!Grandfather Shen!What if they were playing with knives?It’s possible too!”Seven treasures are also racking their brains to help us analyze, full of serious face: "Perhaps a knife to get past, the squirrel will hang up!"

“Did the old man call you Lee and tell you?”Grandpa glanced at him.

Seven treasures said the letter, shrunk his head and stepped back a few steps, hiding behind me without squeaking.

At this time, the man who had been called out by the disciples before suddenly broke in again.

Compared with his original excitement, the expression on his face was much unsightly at this time, and it seemed a little angry.

“Student brother!The men were on the mountain again!Name them to see you!I want to see better...”

“No!”

Without waiting for the man to finish, Stuart shook his head and repeated himself to remind him once.

Don't.

"Master Shen, I am a small generation, and there is no face in your line..." Stuart arched his hand at the old man, and his face was full of respect: "This time, I have to ask you to help you get out of the way!"

“Outside?”

“Yes, out of the way!”Stuart also did not feel that these two words were shamefully suspected, and a serious face: "You come forward, this matter can have room for maneuver, if I come forward again, I will only further intensify the contradiction, until then..."

"Little Stuart, you don't want to see that, and I don't want to give them a way."

My grandfather laughed and patted me on the shoulder.

“Come with me and say hello to those bastards.”

“Crums?”I stand.

"Even the official family knows that such a thing as the five dirty melons should not exist in the world, such an evil thing, they are still looking for it with an iron heart, you say..."

The old man sighed, and in his eyes, there was a sense of sorrow for his misfortune and anger.

“They’re not broken, what else?”