It looks no different from other fungi, cutting through the thin shell, the ghost fungus is not yet mature spores, gray-white and gray-green are mixed, and some parts can clearly see the red "bloodshot", such a combination in the "skull" can not be reminiscent of good-looking, and the rotten smell emitted by these combinations is even more unacceptable, Pandey gave up continuing his research.

"No wonder the horses don't want to come closer! Here's what scares them. Wang Xingguo said.

This is what the High Priest called the undead in the canyon, who, in their legends, were waiting for the call of the next master.

Autumn is the season when the spores are ripe, and the ghost fungi in the canyon absorb enough nutrients, waiting for the moment of maturity, release the spores, complete their mission, and finally slowly decay, disappear, and become the nutrients of the next generation, and the life of the ghost fungus is reincarnated in this forgotten canyon.

"I know why this canyon hasn't been as green again." Xia Ruobing carefully dug out a ghost fungus from the ground with a knife, touched it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The base of the ghost fungus is very short, it looks like a skeleton growing on the earth and stones, and the roots responsible for absorbing nutrients under the base also look slender and thin, but they are as dense as moss, as if covering the ground with a gray-brown blanket, these roots secrete acidic substances, corrode the rocks, squeeze nutrients from the rocks, and in the soil, the acids they secrete also modify the soil, making the soil unsuitable for other plants.

Plants that were lucky enough to survive on these modified soils could only grow gray-green or even blackish due to malnutrition and the large temperature difference between day and night in the canyon.

Looking at the countless ghost mushrooms spread in the monotonous black canyon, it is better to let the canyon continue to be monotonous, those ethereal eyes are staring at you wherever you stand, even if it is now the noon sun shining in the canyon, it makes people feel like they are in hell.

Horses can smell it from a distance, and the smell associated with death makes even the most docile horses feel fear from the bottom of their hearts, no wonder they have been hesitant.

Such an aura, such a sight, is associated with the bloody battle by the Black River thousands of years ago, and the defenders of the Black River will obviously regard them as the undead wandering in the canyon, and the wind blowing through the canyon from above and down at night will naturally become the chant of the undead.

The fire of a thousand years ago burned the ghost fungus's competitors to ashes, and the surviving ghost fungus thrived in this isolated canyon, becoming the only and frightening monotonous sight in this canyon.

Since it is not something that can hurt people, Pandey doesn't have to worry, he found a ghost fungus that looks like the shell is dry and mature, it needs a little more effort to release countless spores in the air, Pandey carefully picked up a cloth and covered it, and sure enough, the ghost fungus exploded with a "poof", and the spores were wrapped in the cloth.

"Pandey, what are you doing?" Tchaikov asked, thinking that it would be better for the spores to stay in the skull, as the smell of their release was indeed very unpleasant.

"I'll have to get Dick used to what it tastes like." Pandey neatly wrapped the cloth around the ghost fungus, and carefully tied the knot, he was ready to take this thing with him, and the horses were familiar with the smell of death, and they would no longer resist moving forward.

Chen Badai looked at the dense ghost fungus in the canyon, and the murmur in his head began to sound again, this time the murmur was more like a war, the wailing of the dying people, the neighing of horses, the chaotic roar, and the noise of weapons colliding filled Chen Badai's head, Chen Badai took out the medicine bottle given to him by the high priest from his pocket, opened the bottle, and a stream of fragrance rushed into his nostrils, which could temporarily get him rid of the headache.

However, as soon as he opened the bottle, those murmurs and noises returned, Chen Badai was a little irritable, he poured out a small blood-red pill from the bottle and put it into his mouth, unscrewed the kettle and water to swallow, and the ghostly noises finally left him.

"Poof!" As soon as Chen Badai settled down, he took a step back, and accidentally stepped on a ghost fungus next to him, and the gray-green spore smoke in the air merged into an ethereal human face, which was grinning, as if mocking Chen Badai.

"Ma Ying will never be an eagle......," Chen Badai reverberated in his mind.

"Enough!" Chen Badai shouted from the bottom of his heart, he looked at the face of the ghost who laughed at him, took out the lighter from his pocket, and lit it with a "click".

"Huh......" Chen Badai was wrapped in a flame, and the mature and dry spores were very easy to ignite, but they burned quickly, and everyone only felt that the fire flashed, and when they raised their eyes, they saw that Chen Badai had blackened traces on his body, but he was unscathed.

While Xia Ruobing and others were studying ghost fungi, Pandey's grandfather wanted to familiarize the horses with this taste, and when he approached the horse with a cloth bag, the horse desperately neighed and hid back, resisting Pandey's decision.

"Wow...... Dick...... Calm down...... Calm down...... It's not a big deal......" Pandey held the cloth bag in front of him, and slowly approached the restless horses, comforting them.

Wang Xingguo looked carefully at the black rocks, which had been corroded by the roots of the ghost fungus, and the water that collected from these rocks took away the black and merged into the Heihe River downstream, and it was no wonder that the water could no longer be clear, and on these stones, the traces of the fire that was thousands of years ago could still be seen, Wang Xingguo saw that there were some stone crevices on the edge of the canyon, and a tuft of green grass in the stone crevices caught his attention.

There is a cluster of green in this black place is strange, Wang Xingguo walked over, gently brushed the grass, this is a wide stone crack, Wang Xingguo turned on the flashlight and shone it in, it was still very deep inside, Wang Xingguo thought about it and drilled in.

Roughly glanced at the surrounding environment, the stone crack seems to have been artificially blocked, but now it has already collapsed, Wang Xingguo moved a few stones, drilled in, turned two corners and suddenly opened up, it is a wide cave, about can accommodate hundreds of people, the hole is not damp, but it is crowded with thick black ash, Wang Xingguo squatted down and grabbed it with his hands to see, it was burned grass and wood ash, after thousands of years of accumulation, it has hardened, mixed with dust and soil, Holding it in his hand like a gray oatmeal biscuit, Wang Xingguo continued to walk forward, stepped on it and sank to his ankle, and there was a crisp clicking sound under his feet, and when he looked down, a gray leg bone was trampled on.

Wang Xingguo squatted down and drew his knife, and cleaned up the hard dust near his leg bones, and a shrunken corpse appeared in front of him.

The chest of the bones is still covered with broken leather armor, the black paint on the leather armor is still faintly visible, the hemp rope tied to the leather armor has long been decayed, some messy armor pieces are scattered on the side of the bones, the bones are lying sideways, with their hands clasped on their chests, Wang Xingguo saw that there was an obvious trace of rust on the ground, next to this bones, close to another bones, Wang Xingguo probably cleaned up, and in less than 3 square meters, he saw five bones!

"Hey! I found something in there. Wang Xingguo walked out of the cave and shouted to Xia Ruobing, who was studying ghost fungi in the canyon.

When Mr. Min got into the hole, Wang Xingguo and Xia Ruobing had already cleared out a piece of ground of about ten square meters, Mr. Min looked at the overlapping bones, felt a little dizzy, and muttered to himself: "What is going on here?" ”

"That fire cut off their way of life." Xia Ruobing looked at everything in front of her, and sadness welled up in her heart.

"These are the traces left by the first war of the dead." Wang Xingguo looked at the cascading bones on the ground and whispered, "In order to survive, they did everything they could. ”