1118. Tusi King's Tomb (63) Black and White Pollution

As if they had a tacit understanding, when An Xuefeng looked at Yi Ling, Yi Ling also happened to straighten up. He was holding a ball of white in his hand, and he couldn't tell what it was, but An Xuefeng could clearly feel Yi Ling's emotional turmoil, and his spirit seemed to be somewhat disturbed! Without any time to think, he pulled Yi Ling to his side and took him up the river. He took off his diving gloves and grabbed Yi Ling's wrist with his bare hands - his diving gloves were corroded at some point, revealing a pair of pale eyes. hand.

Skin-to-skin contact is the fastest effective method they have tried to relieve pollution. When An Xuefeng first caught Yi Ling, he still refused to cooperate with the surface. When he struggled, he kept kicking the bronze coffin with his flippers, as if he was trying to kick it away. The speed at which he was completely exposed was so fast that he barely even managed to hit the coffin lid with his kick.

On the contrary, when An Xuefeng grasped his wrist tightly with his bare hands, his calloused fingertips pressed against the blood vessels on the inside of his wrist, as if cast from iron and unable to break free. After a second or two like this, Yi Ling's mood became obviously much calmer, and he cooperated with An Xuefeng to float upward. He seemed a little hesitant and tangled in his emotions, but he quickly made up his mind. An Xuefeng's palms felt hot and he saw Yi Ling stuff the white stuff into his hand. The eyes behind the diving goggles seemed to look at him with trust.

But while looking at Yi Ling, An Xuefeng noticed the scene at the bottom of the river out of the corner of his eye, and his heart suddenly froze. They had already swam more than ten meters and were close to the river surface. The turbid and black river water should have obscured everything at the bottom of the river, but The scene at the bottom of the river was still clearly visible to him, especially the copper coffin and the stone figurines surrounding it. The few stone figurines with intact heads unexpectedly raised their heads and looked directly at them. The dark and sticky filth floated out from the hollow eye holes, like black tears floating towards them in a steady stream. The nearest black was actually very close at hand, but An Xuefeng, who was so sensitive, did not notice anything strange!

When he really looked at the darkness and filth, a chilling sense of coldness came over him. Those black 'tears' were like the rotten eyeballs of stone figurines, bringing an extremely strong and dangerous sense of 'watching'. Thin goose bumps appeared on An Xuefeng's back and his scalp exploded. This was the chill of being cursed or marked by an evil thing! He blocked Yi Ling, who was curiously looking over, behind him. He raised the knife with a cold face and was about to cut off something, but the next moment, several octopus-like tentacles swept from the water, followed by a tender yellow body that was bigger than a sea snake. Opened An Xuefeng and Sticky Dirt.

It’s the corn shoots that are here to help them! The flexible and powerful tentacles rolled up An Xuefeng's arm and lifted him and Yi Ling directly out of the water!

"Crash-!"

The sound of water sounded, and the heavy feeling of losing buoyancy came over him the moment the water broke out, but An Xuefeng didn't need any extra time at all, holding the tentacles of the corn shoots with one hand and looking down with the other. At this moment, the surface of the Tianci Tomb River is far more terrifying than before. The extremely long body of the corn shoots is undulating, sinking in the water and arching out of the river, like a dragon undulating in the sea of ​​clouds. Looking at this section of the river, it turns out that There are twenty or thirty places of arched tender yellow insect body! An Xuefeng and Yi Ling were gently placed on the highest arch section in the center, which was the best observation point. Looking at the river, it looked like it was boiling with foam, and all the black insects were gone. The river surface undulated like a certain A living creature. If you look closely, the surface of the water is covered with densely packed tiny tentacles!

They were criss-crossed like the fine roots of aquatic plants, spread out on the river like a large net, and twisted with the undulations of the water, looking extremely terrifying. As for the section of the river where An Xuefeng and Wei Xun came out of the water, the dense tentacles covering the river surface were obviously black, showing a group of irregular black spots, and the black spots were still expanding, like an oil leak, and the water on the water was The tentacles were unable to digest the black filth for a while.

The black filth pouring out from the stone figurines makes even the corn shoots feel troublesome. More tentacles are coming over like dragon whiskers, layer upon layer surrounding the black spots, like a mass of enlarged dry dragon mouth vermicelli. I don’t know. There were several layers of balls, and the accumulated tentacles almost covered the entire river surface. You could still faintly see the twisted and wriggling black inside, which made An Xuefeng frown.

Half of his body was hot now, but half of his body was faintly cold. The pollution that had invaded his body was fighting against his own strength, just like a fever. It's hard to imagine what would happen if you really come into contact with them just by 'looking' at those sticky black people. An Xuefeng didn't think his self-recovery ability was comparable to that of corn shoots. It was so huge that even if the polluted parts were completely cut off, there would be no loss. Just like now, its large piles of tentacles are still fighting against the filth on the river. But there were also small, clean tentacles that came to them, licking the remaining river water off their wetsuits. A handful of soft, corn-like tentacles were particularly aggressive in digging into An Xuefeng's hand.

Only then did An Xuefeng remember what Yi Ling had stuffed into his hand. When he lowered his head and looked down, he saw a slimy white ball as big as a golf ball, quietly sticking to the fleshy pad of his palm that had turned into a tiger claw.

Is this what Yi Zero dug out from the vortex under the coffin?

"Go down and clean up. My body smells like water now and I'm so dirty."

When An Xuefeng picked up the white ball and looked at it, Yi Ling, who was sitting in his arms, leaned back and said. Yi Ling's voice was a little tight, as if he was trying his best to suppress some emotion. When An Xuefeng looked at him, he found that Yi Ling was staring directly at the dark place covered with layers of corn shoot tentacles. I wonder if it was an illusion. , he heard Yi Ling swallow twice, as if he was very hungry.

Is he hungry? But An Xuefeng always felt that something was strange. He didn't say much, and followed Yi Ling's instructions to get up, holding the body of the Salt God and the broken arm of the bronze coffin zombie in one hand, carrying the stuffed waterproof bag, and holding the white ball in the other hand, and followed the long bridge of the corn shoots' arched body back to the shore. There is no shower equipment here, and naturally there is no condition for taking a bath.

But Yi Ling was prepared. He was wary of the poor environment on Wuluo Mountain and there was no place to take a bath. Before leaving Tujia Amei B&B, he let the corn shoots get into the well and swallow five or six tons of well water in his body, so that he could take a bath at any time, and now An Xuefeng could enjoy it. Under the "shower" of the corn shoots' tentacles, the two of them first wore diving suits for a simple rinse, and then took off their diving suits one after another to take a shower.

An Xuefeng just rinsed in his diving suit, and then went to deal with the burial objects brought up from the bottom of the river, especially the salt god's body and the zombie's broken arm, which should be kept carefully. He asked Yumi for the sturdy wooden coffin that once contained the old Linjun, and put the salt god's body and the zombie's broken arms into the coffin, along with the series of golden arrows.

In the myth, the first Linjun killed the salt god, and he was shot with arrows. The bronze coffin zombie is obviously the inheritor of the Tujia bloodline, and has the blood that can suppress the salt god's body. The bronze coffin zombie's broken arms and the golden arrows made the suppressed salt god's body like a real stone, and it was locked in the coffin honestly. But the problem in front of An Xuefeng has not been completely solved... The sticky white ball that Yi Ling stuffed into his hand began to release pollution.

Good news, its pollution seems to cover the black and dirty pollution, and it is extremely overbearing. After eroding into An Xuefeng's body, it first expelled all the remaining black pollution from his body.

Bad news, the white ball pollution eroded into his body. Although An Xuefeng's body has not been deformed yet, some bad conditions have appeared. Yi Ling was taking a shower behind him, not feeling uncomfortable at all, showing off his body, and even humming a song in a relatively happy mood.

An Xuefeng tried his best to match the tune, and could barely hear that he seemed to be humming the folk song that Wei Xun sang before to subdue the river water, but Yi Ling's humming sounded a little strange, and the tail sound was light and long, like catkins with nowhere to rely on, which made the listeners' hearts seem to be gradually suspended. When thinking carefully, they only felt a splitting headache and a subtle sense of creepiness.

But after being polluted and eroded by the white ball, An Xuefeng's ears seemed to have added a layer of "filter", and he actually felt that Yi Ling's singing was particularly beautiful. The previous vague humming became ethereal and pleasant, as if it had become two tracks. One is a normal folk song, and the other is an ethereal and strange sound - this is the resonance of power. A powerful enough existence is filled with pollution that people cannot understand just by looking at it. The sound can naturally carry pollution. It is indeed pleasant to the ear, because it is full of mysterious power. The existence behind it is terrifying and great enough, just like all pollution is born from and yearns for the abyss.

Ordinary people can only hear the sound of the two combined. It is because of the inaudible sound that is integrated into it that Yi Ling's singing sounds okay at first, but it makes people feel creepy and fearful when they taste it carefully.

But now An Xuefeng thinks that Yi Ling's singing is very beautiful. This is not normal. He can no longer hold this polluted white ball.

"Zero -"

An Xuefeng wants to ask Yi Ling how to deal with this ball, what exactly is it. But as soon as he turned his head, he saw a bright white that he shouldn't have seen. The pink was so light that it looked like the petals of a young flower. Her narrow waist could be held in one hand. Water drops fell on her snow-white eyelashes. Her blue-purple pupils were like irises that had been hit by rain. Her slender fingers with distinct joints combed her slightly shiny silver-white hair. She was more beautiful than an elf.

But Yi Ling was obviously not in a good mood. His hair was almost as long as his ankles. It was smooth but thick, and he was very impatient to wash it. The well water here was too astringent, and his hair became astringent and messy after washing. Seeing An Xuefeng turn his head over and then suddenly turn back, Yi Ling was in no mood to tease him. After fiddling with his hair for a few times, he gave up and said as a matter of course: "Xuefeng, come and help me wash my hair."

He asked An Xuefeng to come over not only to wash his hair. When people are hungry, taking a bath will only make them hungrier. Now Yi Ling felt that he was so hungry that his stomach was twitching into a ball, and he was eager to swallow something - such as the white ball in An Xuefeng's hand. This white ball and the white ball found in the human-tiger corpse before gave Yi Ling a very similar feeling. Except that this one was more solid than the other one, and there was a little yellowish pollen in the white, they were almost exactly the same.

Yi Ling really wanted to eat it... but it was obvious that this thing was inedible... It was better to smell it without eating it. An Xuefeng's strength could suppress him. This man had a very high sense of responsibility and was a little interested in him. He would not sit and watch him eat unknown objects.

This was really a perfect plan. Yi Ling couldn't wait to smell the ball and trick his stomach. However, An Xuefeng was like an old man with hearing loss. He sat there like an incubator without moving, and even changed his sitting posture slightly, but he didn't come over!