"Uncle, don't scare me, I didn't find out?"

Liu Ling Tong stared at the moss for a long time and shook his head.

"Chen San, feel it!"

Mr. Mover beckoned to me.

"I didn't find out!" I said it directly.

That piece of moss, I didn't look at it for a second and a half, since Mr. Mover found out that something was wrong, I kept looking at it again, until now, I've been watching it for almost two minutes, but I still haven't found anything!

At the very least, if there was an eye in there, that eye didn't look at me.

We're going to be on the right side of the river.

On this side, there is currently a narrow road about two meters wide.

As you move on, the narrow road is gradually flooded by the river.

On the other side, it's the same thing.

The terrain here is really like a gourd.

In front is the gourd vine, here is the gourd belly, but there is a problem with this gourd belly, it stands to reason that there should be only one exit under the gourd belly, but there are two here.

In addition to this, there is also the height.

Under normal circumstances, the height above our heads here is about six or seven meters, but when we reach those two forks, the height plummets to about two meters.

The rocks above you slope forward, and the space shrinks and narrows.

"Don't move, there may be a problem under the river!"

Mr. Mover withdrew his gaze from the moss and looked at the rushing river.

The water of the river is not very deep, about five or six meters, and it is very clear, the kind that you can see the bottom at a glance.

At the bottom of the river, there are some places of fine sand, and some places are uneven rocks, and it doesn't look like it can hide things.

But Mr. Mover seemed to have discovered something, and just stared at the bottom of the river.

After staring at it for a while, Mr. Mover made a silent gesture, gave Situ Qing a look, pointed to the light rain, and pointed to the river.

The meaning is very simple, let the light rain go down to explore the way.

Situ Qing nodded, pinched the trick in his hand, and pointed to the river, Lu Xiaoyu did not hesitate, and jumped down with a stiff gaze.

After entering the river, Lu Xiaoyu did not move, just stood in the river.

Situ Qing pinched the trick again, pointed forward, and Lu Xiaoyu walked around again.

After taking two steps, a bubble suddenly appeared at the bottom of the river, and Lu Xiaoyu's body was also unstable, and he fell forward, as if he had been entangled in something.

Situ Qing's expression was grim, and his eyes were staring at Lu Xiaoyu in the river.

Lu Xiaoyu is a yin corpse, not afraid of biting, her life or death is not very important, the key is what it is that makes her fall.

"Boom!"

At this moment, Liu Ling Tong lit a match and threw it at the place where Lu Xiaoyu fell.

In the orange firelight, we saw what was going on under the river.

Lu Xiaoyu's legs were covered with pitch-black hair.

Strands of hair wrapped around her legs, dragging her downward.

Before that, although we can't see the situation at the bottom of the river clearly, we can also see a rough idea.

The bottom of the river was pitch black and stiff rocks, but when you look at them again, those rocks began to wriggle, and the whole bottom of the river seemed to turn into black hair.

"Grass!"

Seeing this situation, I subconsciously burst into a foul language.

What the fuck is going on, how is there so much hair at the bottom of the river?

When I saw this hair, I didn't know why, but I suddenly thought of a possibility, are there human heads underneath these hairs?