The river seemed to get bigger and clearer the further down it went, and the bottom of the river could still be clearly seen from the small river, which was still a little muddy.

It's just that there is not a single fish in there, the water surface is calm and unmoving, and occasionally the wind blows before you can see the ripples in circles.

If this were not the case, it would be difficult for ordinary people to find out that this is a river.

Truly crystal clear, if anything, nothing else intervenes but the forces of nature to produce this clear river.

He didn't believe it, nature was full of wonders, but it was definitely not common, and everywhere it was, it was so clear that it didn't even seem to have river water.

This is "outrageous".

Not to mention the fact that it had rained here just last night, and the traces of the rain could be seen nearby, the humid air, the leaves dripping on the ground, and the soft earth.

These are all telling Qingyu that the rain that fell here yesterday also came.

In this case, no matter how clear it is, it will become somewhat muddy after a night of rain, but there is no such thing here.

The river is still clear, as if there was no water.

He threw a quick stone into it, and "scared" the river into a circle, if it was a normal river, a few fish would be scared by him.

However, looking at the clarity and calmness of the river, it was strange that there were fish, and he even suspected that it was a pool of stagnant water.

I can't see anything flowing.

Coupled with the dead silence here, it is like the embodiment of "weird" and "weird".

Maybe the river really didn't flow, and maybe there really wasn't anything big enough for him to see other than plants.

Because, before, he had not seen any other animals except the wolves, and at this time, too, he heard the roar of the wolves.

Because of the relationship between the leaves of the locust tree, I didn't even see the wolves, but it was no different, except for the wolves.

Dead silence, death-like loneliness, even the river is dead, flowing water that does not flow.

If you can't see the flow of the river, unless there is interference from the wind or stones, there will be no moving water, and it must be stagnant water.

After walking a distance, gradually, his vision widened, which meant that there were fewer plants around him that blocked his view.

The towering trees that grew into the sky were gone, and the stagnant water was still stagnant, and the earth had lost its weedy cover, revealing its original color, earthy yellow.

There were still no animals to be seen along the way, and the leaves of the locust tree had turned a little yellow, and finally it had the appearance of autumn.

It wasn't something to be happy about, though, and he knew what it meant, and he was five miles away from the village.

Beginning to pass that range, safety becomes dangerous, and the dead silence beneath the calm exterior reveals its true colors.

The leaves of the locust tree have also become yellow, and from now on he must always pay attention to the state of the leaves of the locust tree, if they become more yellow, it means that the danger has deepened.

"Unexpected surprise..... What a surprise. ”

That whim was indeed right, and walking down that clear river would indeed have unexpected rewards.

But the gain was not a surprise, but a "scare".

Ask anyone whose surprise will be like this, leading to danger step by step, if this is also a surprise.

Then the world is really amazing.

It's all a surprise, and the fright is so fierce.

"Anyway, the wilderness is already dangerous, and that's the case near the village, let alone so far away now. ”

Glancing at the yellowish leaves, he pulled out the sword and held it in his hand, how can this sword be said to be a seventh-level spiritual weapon, even if it is sealed, the basic function is still there.

At this time, it doesn't feel heavy in the hand, and the blade that flashes cold light gives people a full sense of security.

It's really uneasy not to hold something in your hand in this kind of place, and at this moment, there is nothing more reassuring than a seventh-level spiritual weapon or a saying weapon created by a famous master.

If there is, it must be a more powerful and higher-grade spiritual weapon.

Even if it can only be used like a mortal swordsman, the seventh-level Dao weapon itself is enough to face the ordinary mountain spirit ghost.

A sword past is one.

However, if you can not encounter danger, of course, it is better not to encounter danger, and no one in this state wants to encounter danger, especially ghosts and mutated creatures that are no longer called animals and bugs.

The place he was in now was no matter what, no matter how dry and cracked it was, and how little green vegetation there were.

The creek has always been, and has always been, clear, but also stagnant water that has not flowed.

It's like the vitality here, but the vitality is only on the surface, and the inside has long been corroded by the surroundings.

There is only a beautiful appearance left, but it is a golden jade outside, and the stagnant water is a pool of stagnant water after all.

When there was barely a trace of weeds and trees, and the earth was cracking one by one, Qingyu stopped and did not continue to move forward.

He had a hunch that it would not be so simple to go any further, he needed to think about it carefully, and now it was a bad feeling for him here.

Sensely and psychologically, the air itself he didn't want to breathe, it was hot and smelled of decay.

It's like an untreated corpse being roasted by the sun and mixed with all sorts of strange smells.

Not to mention the bad smell, it is still very unsmooth to inhale, but unfortunately, he doesn't have a mask, and he can't do turtle breath, after all, he is just an ordinary person at this time.

I can only hold my nose and endure it.

He even suspected that the air was poisonous, rotten and foul-smelling.

The pestle sword was in front of him, and he collected the yellow leaves of the locust tree, which seemed to have fallen to the ground for several days as if winter was coming.

There is definitely something wrong with this place itself, and I don't know what role the "golden jade is ruined outside" river plays here.

He had a sense that the river was crucial, but until now he couldn't figure out what it was.

Compared to the surroundings, it seems to represent "life", but the river is nothing more than that.

A river without fluidity, no matter how clear it is, is just a pool of stagnant water, and gold and jade are ruined in it.

And the surrounding environment, which is still full of life in itself, is now lifeless, and it is more drought than the great drought.

At least the drought doesn't have the smell of air, which at least kills thousands of creatures.

He can't see it yet, he can only judge it by the taste.

Looking back, he could vaguely see a patch of green, it was the forest before, and thanks to the empty environment here, he could still see that side.

But it doesn't serve any purpose.