After finishing speaking, Song Siyuan looked at everyone and urged: "Let's go, let's hurry to the other side and see what the black water under the river is?" ”

"No, you really want to understand what Blackwater is?" Yue Guanchao thought that Song Siyuan was drilling with him, and his tone was puzzled.

"Yue Guanchao, what you think and what I think are not the same thing at all, I went to observe the black water to determine what these black waters are, since they have been produced since the time of the pre-Chu, at least thousands of years of history, and maybe I can still find clues to the ancestors of the ancient Chu."

"Let's go!"

After speaking, Song Siyuan pulled Ren Peacock, and the two of them took a step away from everyone first.

Yue Guanchao looked at the two people with an intimate attitude, scratching the back of his head and wondering: "Didn't Song Qianjin deal with Sister Ren, why did she seem to be a different person after a day." ”

"Well, no one can guess, let's follow first, lest there be anything in front of us."

The few people who were behind continued to raise the lamp and followed behind Song Siyuan and them, and in about a stick of incense, they had already crossed the large gray mist and stood on the cliff on the opposite bank.

Yue Guanchao looked back, the flue they came from spread on the bridge deck from wide to thin, after the smoke faded, the gray fog was also constantly changing, bridging towards the crack, and finally completely obscuring the bridge deck, and then turning back to a state of thick black fog.

Song Siyuan picked up the flashlight and looked around, the eye hole near the horn mouth was really as she expected, the surface was full of uncommon moss and weeds, countless flying insects sometimes lying on their stomachs and sometimes fluttering, hovering over the weeds, and then looking back, it could be seen that the black water collected the main stream from the tributaries, flowing all the way to the depths along the wide lama's mouth.

The stone platform that Yue Guanchao saw was located on the stone wall between the caves, all the stone stairs extended downward, and some rules seemed to be found in the chaos, which looked mysterious and cold, like a simple and natural prehistoric building.

Previously, Song Siyuan had already had doubts about the cause of the black water, and after having the guesses of the ancient Chu ancestors, she became more curious about this underground river valley.

They picked up the lamp tube and gradually descended to the depths of the valley along the different stone platforms, and when everyone went down to the valley, they looked up, and the horn had shrunk to the size of a water tank, and the light could barely reach here, only the light of the lamp tube illuminated each other, making the air look less cold and cold.

Yue Song and the two walked along the craggy river bank to the river, the black water rushed and flowed, constantly snapping the mouth of the canyon, stirring the stone case like a beast's roar, and there was nothing else on the river surface, only a few stone piers to divide the river, like countless giants lifting a huge keel bridge.

Song Siyuan picked up the sapper shovel and scooped a shovel towards the river, and when the shovel was pulled out again, it could be seen that the clear river water was dripping, and the surface of the shovel was stained with a layer of black paint.

The moment the shovel was raised out of the water, the clear water had all been lost, leaving only the solid to stay on the shovel, and the two of them saw this scene, and then they understood that the river was not dark and not some evil Luo Stygian Sea, but there were too many impurities in it, even if everyone was still cautious about the black river, at least it was not as cold as just now.

"The water coming out of the shovel shows that these impurities do not merge with the groundwater, but what are these?"

She picked up the flashlight and unconsciously approached the shovel, and when her vision was clear enough, the shape of the pitch-black substance on the surface of the shovel made the two of them puzzled.

The shovel is covered with black blobs the size of fingernails, the surface of which resembles the skin of watermelon insects, and countless dark stripes are superimposed on each other, looking like oval eggs.

Under the flashlight, it can also reflect part of the light, and the dark and shiny river channel is filled with these egg-like eggs of sheep feces and eggs, and it will shine under the flashlight.

Song Siyuan just wanted to reach out and pick up the eggs, but their skin had already begun to bulge and tremble, as if something was about to break out of their shells.

"This place is so wicked, just touch it with your hands if you don't want to do anything."

Yue Guanchao quickly took the sapper shovel and threw these far away, but in an instant, he had already seen the black insect eggs broken, and then, dozens of white insects crawled out, causing white spots nearby.

"It looks like it's really an egg, but what the hell is this?"

Song Siyuan had come to find out, and there was no reason to be afraid of them at this time, so she picked up the flashlight and squatted on the ground, carefully observing the white insects.

These white worms are only the size of a grain of rice, and their heads are like the heads of crickets covered with hard shells, and they have sharp horns like bullfights, their eyes are like two small yellow rice, and their legs, legs, teeth, and tentacles are constantly trembling, and even the movement of the internal organs of the abdomen is clearly visible.

"How can these white worms be so scared!"

When the white worms crawl, they are like drunk lazy people, staggering around, and some white worms even flip directly on their sides, which is very similar to the situation of poisoning.

Song Siyuan pulled the insects with a pen and explained: "This kind of oviparous insect has limited space in the egg, and some organs will be folded up, and it will not gradually develop completely until it comes out of the egg shell, just like a bird cub, and the eggshell will begin to cover the feathers." ”