The sudden appearance of the large subsidence pit caused a lot of confusion, and the riders who had camped and rested in the subsidence site were collectively scrapped, although they did not know what was under the pit, but they could be judged from the gunfire and screams that came from the billowing smoke just now.

The riders who survived the disaster got on the bus and ran away, and at first those who were curious and wanted to see the excitement were also like a big enemy, and completely broke off the idea of being a melon-eating crowd.

They are all masters who have been in the lower city and the wasteland, who have experienced the cataclysm of the walking dead, witnessed the appearance of the hive, and have been outside the safe zone, and they have counted countless disasters in this land of suffering with their blood and lives.

Since the emergence of the beehive, it has not only changed the natural climate and many landforms, but also affected many animals and plants, and irreversibly changed.

Those who have not seen it with their own eyes will think that everyone is deliberately making up this kind of lie to attract attention, and those who have personally experienced the effects of the hive are basically silent, and when they hear similar rumors, they will not explain much, just silently note down the location of the rumors, and avoid these places as much as possible on future trips.

Hu Qi is actually a first-hand witness, and his understanding of the hive is not groundless, but almost killed.

About a year ago, Hu Qiu was still wandering in the eastern lower city, mingling with the nomadic survivors who thrived there, and living happily all day long, being a groom every night.

The vast majority of post-apocalyptic nomads are pacifists, and after experiencing the catastrophe of the walking dead, they do their best to enjoy the precious peace, generally do not have friction with other groups, and rely on animal husbandry to constantly migrate across the wasteland.

In the years when the walking dead were raging, they were accustomed to the life of hiding in Tibet, and they did not yearn for the comfortable Shangcheng as before, and they also stayed away from the Xiacheng District, which had lost order and rules.

They are more like a group of escapist people, accustomed to socializing with familiar people, accustomed to living the life they are best at, unwilling to blend in with strange people, and silently breeding the sprouts of small tribes.

Hu Qi was able to join the nomads, relying on a small probability of a bloody event: rescuing the leader of the nomadic tribe.

In fact, Hu Qi at that time did not have the idea of subjective help, he had been wandering in the wasteland for a long time, the supplies and dry food were exhausted, and there was a loess mound within a radius of 100 miles, and no trace of human activities could be found.

Wandering aimlessly, Hu Qi accidentally found traces of animal feces on the ground, and relying on a strong desire to survive, Hu Qi began to track down the animals of the wasteland.

So it was a coincidence that following the traces of animal feces, Hu Qiu successfully found a group of nomads, and in the fierce battle between the nomads and the wasteland nomads, they descended from heaven and saved those nomads.

The migratory habits of the post-apocalyptic nomads gave Hu the opportunity to get up close and personal with the hive.

At that time, Hu Qi had only heard of the hive, but had not seen it with his own eyes, and had always held a skeptical attitude.

It wasn't until this night of drinking that the leader of the nomads told Hu that they had encountered a rumored beehive during one of their migrations.

According to the nomads, the place where they met the beehive was a valley that resembled an oasis in the wilderness of today, with crisp forests and babbling mountain springs.

The nomads began to think that they had found a pure land that had not been polluted by the catastrophe of the last days, and they were very happy to settle into the valley, intending to end their nomadic life by the mountains and rivers.

The peace and beauty lasted for more than half a month, and the nomads' dreams of living in seclusion were shattered again.

The fertile vegetation in the mountains is conducive to grazing of livestock and pastures, and the nomads concentrate on setting up shelters along the springs, with only a small number of people in charge of grazing.

At first, it was normal, the mountain spring was clear, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, and it was a proper paradise scene.

Not long after, the frequent disappearance of farm animals began with chickens, ducks and poultry in captivity, and later rose to cattle and sheep.

At first, the nomads suspected that there were other sojourners in the mountains, so they sent young men to guard the enclosures, but the result was that nothing changed, not only the farm animals disappeared, but even the caretaker disappeared.

The nomads searched for a long time and found no other traces of human activity in the mountains, but they found a large number of animal mutilation and human bones near the deep stream at the source of the spring.

It's easy to judge, there's something in the water.

The nomads never saw what the plundering of farm animals and living people was, and judging from the trailing marks left behind in the enclosures, they looked like mollusks such as snakes.

Eventually, the nomads reluctantly gave up on this paradise.

There is no way, they don't have the ability to find out what is in the water, and they don't have the confidence to be able to drive the things out of the water, so they can only choose to stay away for the safety of everyone's lives.

But this kind of place with beautiful mountains and rivers is too rare, and it is always unwilling to say goodbye.

So someone suggested that even if you can't live in it, you can at least live in a corner of peace.

For example, they can build their dwellings outside the valleys, keep all the farm animals in captivity, and set up a special team to go into the mountains to fetch water and grass, and as long as they do not stay at the water source for a long time, the contents of the water will not be good.

The proposal was met with the approval of the majority, with some even blaming their own people, saying that perhaps the water had been inhabiting the valley for a long time, and that their presence had disturbed the ecological balance of the valley, so they were attacked.

Pacifists, introspective.

The migration plan has been suspended, and it is not possible to rely on the mountains and rivers, or to rely on the valley without fish and shrimp.

After a few more months of peaceful life, the lucky nomads saw the real unbelievable.

The group of people who were specifically responsible for entering the mountain gradually changed.

Some people feel itchy skin, scratch it with their hands and drop a layer of dry and knotted dead skin, at first they don't take it seriously, just think that the natural climate near the valley is better, they used to sleep in the rough skin, but now it may be too comfortable, moisturized.

Later, the peeling became more and more serious, and not only the limbs and body, but also the face began to itch.

Moreover, the symptoms of this itching were only concentrated in the mountain operation group, and the others were not infected even if they got along day and night.

The tribal doctor speculated that there might be some allergen in the mountain, so he replaced the previous group and reorganized a group of people, who were tightly wrapped before entering the mountain.

However, the situation did not improve, but took a sharp turn for the worse.

The replacement team did not alleviate their symptoms because they were far away from the valley, but only intensified.

At first, it was just itchy, scratching would shed some fine pieces of dead skin, and later, the itching permeated the whole body, scratching could not stop the itching at all, some people were itchy and unbearable, took off their clothes and rubbed on the stones, and the blood stains all over the body were still unable to stop the itching.

The doctor realized that the situation was more serious than he thought, so he isolated the man for observation, and finally found that the bloody spots on his body had grown a layer of hard skin keratin.

The nomadic tribes did not have sophisticated laboratories, so they could only speculate through the experience of doctors to estimate what should be the source of infection in the valley that would cause skin diseases in the human body.

Over the next few days, the first group began to have a collective outbreak, and even if they stopped scratching hard, large areas of stratum corneum grew in their skin.

A week later, it turned out that the group was completely unrecognizable, with their heads, faces, bodies, limbs, and their entire bodies covered with.

These people gradually lost their ability to speak, and their ability to act began to deteriorate, lying on straw mats every day, water and rice did not enter, their lips were chapped and rolled, their bodies trembled like convulsions, and the stinking blood was constantly oozing outward under the stratum corneum that covered their bodies.

The doctor was terrified, and a thought exploded in his head that he didn't dare to think about it.

……

The uninfected nomads followed the doctor's instructions and carried one of the patients into the valley and laid it flat on the wet ground next to the mountain stream.

The patient convulsed, little by little, and squirmed towards the surface of the water, and finally with a 'smack', he slipped into the water like a fish, and was never to be seen again.

……

According to the leader of the nomads, they eventually sent all of their mutated teammates into the water, and then the tribe began to migrate, leaving the beautiful peach blossom paradise for good.

Later, he traveled to many places, met all kinds of people, and through rumors, they realized that there might be a legendary beehive in that valley.

Those teammates, from living people, slowly transformed into fish-like monsters, lost their human sanity and function, and burrowed into the deep stream without a trace.

Thinking back to the traces of lost farm animals at the beginning, the so-called trailing traces of snake soft bodies are not exactly the ones whose body surface is covered with.

Obviously, the nomadic tribe was not the first group to discover the valley, and there must have been people who had entered the valley before and retreated to the mountains with the same thoughts as them.

These people became the first victims of the hive, unwittingly mutated, fell into the springs and became monsters, until the nomadic tribe arrived, they smelled the scent of living creatures, and thus began to hunt for animal instincts.

……

Hu Qi didn't believe this story full of country weirdness at first, he felt that there might be some disease in the valley, which might infect humans and cause some diseases.

But to say that a big living person has been turned into a fish is a bit of nonsense.

The leader of the nomads did not argue with him much, but only said lightly: you can go and see for yourself.

So Hu Qi parted ways with the nomads, and according to the route described by the nomads, it took two months, and he really found this valley with mountain springs and swaying wind forests.

Although I don't believe in the story of the big live fish, I don't dare to slack off on the source of the virus.

Hu forced into the valley in full gear, found the traces of the nomads' hasty departure, and according to the story, traced all the way to the back mountain, and found the deep stream hidden in the middle of the valley.

In order to verify the words of the nomads, Hu forced to do a foolish thing that the ignorant are fearless.

He set up a huge fishing rod from a tree branch on the side of a mountain stream, dropped a twine, and then tied a black-crowned rooster that had come back on the way.

After making preparations, Hu forced Youzai to sit on the shore, smoking a cigarette and humming a tune, full of anticipation.

Before a cigarette was finished, bubbles bubbled in the middle of the bottomless pool, and a huge black shadow splashed out of the pool, grabbed a live chicken in its mouth, and dragged it into the water along with the suggested fishing rod that had been built.

Before Hu Qi could react, bubbles began to bubble up on the edge of the deep pool, dense and boiling.

Then, one after another, scaly humanoids crawled ashore from the water and crawled towards Hu Qi.