Wu Jinhai realized it. Even if he didn't say anything, he noticed how his half-brother had been in a bad mood since last night. Ever since Wu Jinhai found out about the small silver scale at the center of Wen's wound, the blue-robed man had been silent.
However, Wu Jinhai did not question his younger brother. Instead, he just continued checking on the wounds of other villagers, and he concluded that every wound from the mysterious illness had silver scales in the middle. Although the fish scales were barely visible to the naked eye, they failed to deceive Wu Jinhai's sharp eyes.
Wu Jinhai's confirmation that the unknown skin disease was indeed caused by the fish scales only worsened Wu Jingguo's mood. Perhaps the young man couldn't help but think of a certain person when he heard more information about the silver scales, and he couldn't help but suspect that person.