At this time, Zhou Bai also noticed that he would see a pool of water on the ground from time to time. Some birds in the jungle would rather eat the dew on the leaves than choose the pool.

Moreover, these waters gave him a very strange feeling, as if they were living things, but when they looked closely, they looked like ordinary water.

However, the more ordinary it is, the more it means there is something tricky in it. But he is not in a hurry to check it out. There are puddles everywhere, so now the gentleman is eager to eat something.

Because it was already late at night, the two of them simply found an open space to rest for a while. After Zhou Bai set up a bonfire, he took out some food from the bag and handed it to Xiao Hao.

Since Xiao Hao has seen him use the magical power of underwater breathing, he has no warning at all. He takes the food and eats it, which is completely contrary to his attitude of not being afraid to get close to him.

Zhou Bai could only think that Haimin is like this to the people of the tribe, and when he released his supernatural powers, his appearance was indeed somewhat similar to Xiao Hao. It might be that he really came from the same source.

After they finished their meal, Xiao Hao began to sort out the body of his captain Lao Fu. He didn't know where to find a needle and thread, sewed the wound for him, and wiped the filth on the surface of his body with his own clothes.

Zhou Bai looked at Xiao Hao's extremely pious look, as if he was performing a very grand ceremony, and couldn't help but stare at him curiously for a while.

But after a long time, the other party still had no intention of stopping, so he felt a little bored and focused on the surrounding puddles.

Zhou Bai came to the puddle, squatted down and looked carefully. He found that the liquid in the puddle was still, like amber against the backdrop of the bonfire, and there was not even a trace of impurities inside.

A random mosquito was thrown into the liquid of Suissewang, but it did not float on the water, but it quickly sank.

Xiao Hao did not choose to continue cleaning the body, turned to look at Zhou Bai, thinking that he was thirsty and wanted to drink water from the puddle, so he ran over anxiously and gestured to keep him away from these strange liquids.

"Don't worry, I'm just curious about what this water is." Zhou Bai touched his head and still reached out toward the puddle.

Xiao Hao's expression became even more anxious. He was rotten in front of Zhou Bai, then took out a broken patch from his arms, then put it on his wrist and stroked it hard.

A long and narrow wound immediately appeared on his wrist. He put his wrist in front of Zhou Bai's mouth and signaled him to drink his blood.

Zhou Bai's expression was a little surprised, so he had to stop and then take out a healing pill to grind his palm.

In an instant, the elixir turned into powder and applied it to Xiao Hao's wrist. Under the influence of the medicinal power, his wound recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xiao Hao was stunned, surprised at the recovery of his wound, and didn't know what he was talking about.

Then Zhou Bai used his magical power to deliberately comfort him, and he quickly fell asleep next to the campfire, but even though he fell asleep, Xiao Hao was still leaning against the body.

Zhou Bai hesitated for a moment and did not check Xiaohao's memory. The other party's intelligence was obviously defective, for fear that some sequelae would be caused by it, and it might not necessarily gain.

In his opinion, everything on Guishan Island is probably closely related to these puddles under his feet.

He first took a torch from the bonfire and burned the liquid in the puddle with the source of fire, but after a long time, the total amount of liquid did not change at all.

Under Zhou Bai's yin and yang eyes, these liquids do not even change in temperature, which can be said to be extremely strange.

He touched it with his hands. The touch was indeed no different from ordinary water, but it was slightly different, with a rustling feeling, as if every drop of water seemed to be composed of countless particles.

Zhou Bai's curiosity became even more serious. He immediately used his magical powers about his eyes one by one, and superimposed several of them together.

Blue veins burst out around his eye sockets, and countless mysterious runes flowing in his eyeballs, looking extremely mysterious.

In fact, because the alien magical power system is not integrated, it just looks foolish. After superimposing each other, the effect may be diluted to a very small amount.

However, Zhou Bai just plans to use his magical power to strengthen his pupil power. In this state, although someone will touch him once, he will withdraw from his state, as long as he keeps his body still.

Zhou Bai's perspective was closer, like a microscope. Soon he was in a microscope and saw clearly the liquid.

The liquid is actually composed of countless fungi, like fungal combinations, some similar to Tai Sui, but it is indeed fluid.

After observing for a long time, he ended his eyes and then burned the fungal liquid with yin fire.

This time the liquid becomes less visible to the naked eye and emits an extremely unpleasant smell, some of which are like charred plastic, but it is even more pungent.

Zhou Bai's expression changed slightly, and some fragments of memory emerged from his mind, but it was extremely mixed, as if he had forcibly mixed the souls of more than a dozen people together.

It can also be seen that the liquid itself is transformed from humans, and since Xiao Hao prevents himself from drinking these liquids, it is likely that ordinary people will be decomposed by fungi after drinking them.

Zhou Bai's conjecture was quickly confirmed that although those memories were messy, they could still find a lot of useful information from it.

I remember that I was a crew member of some maritime merchants during my lifetime. They sailed to Guishan Island to do business with the seamen above, mainly for some specialties on the island.

But I don’t know when the sea people on the island suddenly disappeared, the entire island became empty, and the clean water source above was exhausted in a short period of time.

There was no way to get to the sea on the island, so I could only rely on collecting dew to replenish the water until it started to rain heavily one day.

They collected the rainwater and drank it after a simple boiling. However, those who drank the rainwater began to become weak and weak within a few days, and showed signs of anemia and cough.

No matter how the ship doctor treats it, the patients will turn into a pool of liquid within five days without exception.

This is also the reason why there are so many puddles on the island. I am afraid that there are not only maritime merchants, but also a large number of indigenous seamen.

After Zhou Bai burned several puddles with yin fire, he learned more information, including the memories of the sea people, although they were also messy.

What these memories have in common is the last heavy rain, and whether there are survivors who are wet by the rain, but they all hide in the depths of the jungle that is now shrouded in thick fog.

Zhou Bai didn't know if this rain had a direct relationship with the Golden Cicada Relic, but he didn't want to miss this opportunity.

After all, there were not many islands in this sea area. At that time, even Hangdu, which was a hundred miles away, had a deep impact, let alone Guishan Island.

But everything is still unknown. What exactly caused this island to become a hell on earth? Zhou Bai needs to follow Xiao Hao further to the depths of the jungle to know.

After such a night, Xiao Hao got up the next morning. He collected some dew on the leaves, and then carefully confirmed it before drinking a little carefully.

He also left some of Zhou Bai's familiar appearance, and at a glance he knew that he had lived on Guishan Island for a long time.

After everything was busy, Xiao Hao gestured to Zhou Bai to reveal the gills. After he used the magical power of underwater breathing, he nodded and walked forward toward the depths of the jungle.

At first, Zhou Bai was a little puzzled about why this behavior was, but soon he knew the answer.

As we penetrated deeper and deeper into the jungle, the nearby fog began to become richer. These floating in the air are actually countless colonies. As long as ordinary people inhale, they will turn into a pool of liquid in a short time.

Only structures similar to fish gills can isolate this fungus from the body, but living in this environment for a long time still poses great danger, after all, it is likely to penetrate through the skin.

After about half an hour, even the surrounding trees began to appear strange. The originally green leaves have now become translucent, and no animal can survive in this environment.

Finally they arrived at their destination, which was a wild tribe in the woods. The houses built by plants and trees were integrated with each other, and more than a dozen rooms were unfolding in an orderly manner.

Among them are wells and rice fields, but it can be seen that it has been uninhabited for a long time and this village has been abandoned for a long time.

In the middle of the village is an open space, carved with a statue of a human-body and fish head. Although the craftsman's craftsmanship is average, he is extremely attentive.

There is a stone slab under the feet of the statue. The traces on it show that people often kneel down and some fruit and melons and fruits that have long been rotten.

Xiao Hao came to the village and shouted a few times, but there was no response, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Seeing this, Zhou Bai stepped forward and patted his back. Xiao Hao nodded slightly and then came to the statue.

He ignored the other party and chose to open one of the rooms.

Maybe because the environment is too weird and unique, there is no dust in the house, as if someone often cleans it.

The decorations obviously have an alien style, with fish scales everywhere as decorations, as well as these conchs and shells, which made Zhou Bai even more curious about the lives of the sea people, but unfortunately they all disappeared due to the disaster.

There is another thing that Zhou Bai felt a little strange. In his memory, he could see that many sea people survived, but there were no water pits or living people near the village.

So where did these survivors go? Could it be a more hidden place?

Zhou Bai checked several houses one after another, one of which was a ancestral hall of Haimin.

Unlike ordinary ancestral halls, there are very few spiritual positions on it, and there are no text patterns that prove their identity.

After he finished checking, he walked out of the room. Xiao Hao was constantly worshiping under the statue, and his forehead was already red and swollen.

The captain Lao Fu's body was also taken by him, pointing at the body and wondering what he was talking to himself.

When Xiaohao saw Zhou Bai coming out, he stood up, then carried the body on his back, intending to leave the village and go deeper.

Zhou Bai glanced at the statue, and it was obvious that it did not shelter the sea people from surviving the disaster. Now that it has lost its believers, even if the material of the statue is strong, it will produce cracks in a few decades. In hundreds of years, there may be only a pile of gravel.

He turned around and saw that Xiao Hao had already walked to the entrance of the village. He was stopping and waiting for him, so he rushed over.

The two of them were in trouble without taking a few steps. The fog here was so rich that there was only a white piece in front of them, like water full of milk.

Zhou Bai pulled Xiao Hao to his side, then used the Yin Qi to form a shield to cover them, barely isolating the thick fog outside.

However, in this environment, the journey is entirely based on instinctual intuition, and even Zhou Bai's magical powers are difficult to penetrate the fog.

Xiao Hao led him forward in the thick fog, and occasionally stopped to think, and chose the direction without hesitation most of the time.

Zhou Bai felt that this should be the function of the other party's humanitarian supernatural powers, and it seemed to have a sense of direction far beyond ordinary people.

When there was a little black in the whiteness in front of him, he knew that the destination might be not far from the two of them.

Xiao Hao's expression was filled with joy. He looked back at Zhou Bai and his pace accelerated again.

After they walked for a while, Zhou Bai saw clearly the part of the black spot. It was a large altar covering an area of ​​hundreds of meters, with a statue of god far more exquisite and huge than in the village.

And there seemed to be more than a dozen pools on the spiritual platform, and many things like small statues.

It took the two of them more than ten minutes to get under the altar. The altar was more than two meters away and they could only reach it by climbing.

After climbing onto the altar, Zhou Bai could see clearly what was on it. First of all, the small statues were actually the remains of a seaman.

They kept kneeling, facing the pool, with their mouths wide open and their bodies shriveled. Many of the bodies' faces were broken, as if something had crawled out of their mouths.

Each pool is only four or five meters in size, filled with alien sky blue liquid.

Zhou Bai discovered that this liquid could isolate the fog outside because there were obviously more than a dozen strange-looking giant salamanders in each pond.

The giant salamander has a similar length to the forearm, and its limbs are relatively normal, but its face looks like a human face, but it is obviously not very intelligent.

Zhou Bai looked carefully and soon learned what these giant salamanders survived by eating.

The corpses surrounding the pond would drip out of their mouths from time to time, and the giant salamander would snatch the corpse oil to eat.

Xiao Hao placed the body of the captain Lao Fu in front of a pool in the corner, and placed it like those corpses, then knelt down on the ground and kowtowed for a few times.

Zhou Bai turned his gaze over. Just when he felt a little confused, Lao Fu's corpse's little finger suddenly twitched.

"What is this, resurrection from the dead?"

He was stunned for a moment, and then he found clues from his messy memories.
Chapter completed!