Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

It was the middle of the night.

A small boat loaded with a lot of fishing gear sent by the soldiers to please the three people set off for the big lake.

The fish basket swayed gently in the river breeze.

Ke Wenbin rowed the boat, Xiang Fangsu stared at the map, and Liang Qu held the compass.

There were waves on all sides of the big lake, and there were no terrain marks. It was easy to get lost without a compass.

When the building ship was completely out of sight behind them, the boat immediately turned around and made a long arc.

After going out for three quarters of an hour, the three entered the island again, carefully avoiding the spies deployed around, and touched all the way to the vicinity of the island chain.

"Get off the boat, let's swim over."

The island chain was full of scouts, and the boat was too big to be easily discovered by the scouts.

The three found a small island nearby, dragged the boat ashore, covered it with bushes, and hid in the woods.

Fireflies flew around the bushes, and the annoying cicada chirping during the day became the best cover at this moment.

After finishing the work, the three took their own tools and dived one after another, and moved towards the island chain under the cover of night.

The porpoises patrolling underwater noticed the abnormal water flow and moved closer.

Xiang Fangsu took out the token from his arms and infused it with blood and qi.

The token emitted invisible waves, and the porpoises stopped entangled and dispersed.

Ke Wenbin patted the porpoise's head. He caught a big silver carp at some point, fed it to the porpoise, and followed the two in front.

Arriving at the nearby waters, a faint black smoke floated in the water, and countless small fish floated on the water with white bellies, all shrunken.

Although they were soaking in the water, they looked like smoked fish dried by the wind on the shore, as if they would break into crumbs if they were pinched.

Xiang Fangsu did not dare to move forward, and stepped back to make way.

Liang Qu replaced Xiang Fangsu as the leader, stimulating blood and qi, and a faint golden light spread all over his body.

The black gas seemed to be snow melted by hot urine, and it kept melting to both sides, spreading a transparent passage.

Xiang Fangsu and Ke Wenbin followed closely, looking at the black smoke that closed again behind them, keeping a good distance to ensure that they would not be contaminated by the black smoke.

When they finally got to the island with great effort, more than half an hour had passed since they set out.

"Repeat again, don't act separately. We don't know if there is any situation on the island. If there is any abnormality, no matter whether it is an illusion or not, speak it out for discussion. If you find it, don't leave the team by yourself."

Xiang Fangsu reminded.

The evil intention of resurrection from the dead was still lingering in his heart. They had discussed it before setting off, and now it was just mentioned again.

"Stay with Ah Shui unswervingly! I dare not leave even if I die."

Ke Wenbin expressed his position loudly.

Just kidding, the black gas on the island is more serious than underwater. The radiation range of Liangqu is only two or three meters around him. He can't leave even if he wants to.

Xiang Fangsu nodded, and the three of them, with Liangqu as the center, quickly rushed to the center of the island.

Cicadas were chirping outside, but it was silent inside.

Snake corpses, rat corpses, ants, centipedes, and millipedes all crawled out of the soil and died on the ground.

They shrank and broke when stepped on, and drifted away with the river breeze, turning into ashes, buried deep in the desert.

Looking at the plants again, they were all dead branches and broken leaves. A small part was burned to death, and most of them were contaminated by black air and drained of vitality.

Several trees grew tall, the lower half was immersed in black smoke, dry and rotten, and the upper half was intact, full of green, with a very contrasting sense of weirdness.

Xiang Fangsu approached the tree and scraped it with his fingernails. The bark of the whole giant tree fell off, and the trunk quickly cracked. The fine cracks spread along the main body and stopped abruptly at the junction of life and death.

It seemed that if he moved again, the whole tree would fall down, and the current balance was just an illusion.

Xiang Fangsu did not dare to move again, and followed Liang Qu to continue to move deeper, and soon saw several houses.

The Ghost Mother Cult has many buildings on the island, which are not ordinary palaces or courtyards, but mostly earth houses built with rammed earth.

In terms of form, they are not much better than ordinary people, but more regular and wide, like a barracks.

When he came to the vicinity, there were more signs of destruction around.

Most of the trees had sword marks, and the ground was full of corpses, and the blood that had not yet dried was scattered on the mud, and there were red and black spots everywhere.

There were many bird corpses around those corpses, even though they were shriveled, they were intact and had no signs of external injuries.

Liang Qu suspected that the birds were trying to steal food, and rushed into the black smoke but found that he could no longer fly.

He walked into a larger earth house, and there were no valuable porcelain or nanmu furniture.

All you can see are pottery jars and wooden basins. The furniture is made of cheap wood such as birch, pine, and red toon.

"What are you trying to achieve?"

Ke Wenbin felt extremely shabby. He couldn't imagine living in such a run-down house for years.

He had to chop wood to boil water for a bath. When he was halfway through the bath, the water temperature was not high enough, so he went out naked to boil another pot.

"I want to live the life of you and me one day."

Xiang Fangsu ended the conversation with one sentence.

Ke Wenbin was bored. He thought about it carefully and realized that this was the truth.

The purpose of the Ghost Mother Cult was to overthrow Dashun and restore its former glory. Isn't it to live their life one day?

The contents of the surrounding houses were almost the same, and there was nothing to explore.

The real treasure house was probably near the Grandmaster's residence. They searched for a while and moved deeper again.

The closer to the cliff in the center of the island chain, the more terrifying the traces of interlaced battles.

The knife marks that stretched for hundreds of meters were clearly visible. It was hard to imagine that this was something a human could do.

When they approached the cliff where Xu Yuelong and others jumped off, a more "gorgeous" courtyard appeared in front of everyone.

Said it was gorgeous, Liang Qu felt that it was just about the same level as his previous second courtyard.

When you think about the fact that the place where the great martial arts masters and even the grandmasters lived was the same as his previous one, you will know how shabby their lives were.

"Let's go in and take a look?"

Ke Wenbin suggested.

"Wait!"

Liang Qu stopped the two.

The two men's muscles tensed and looked around.

"What's wrong?"

"There is a sound, the sound is wrong!"

Sound?

Xiang Fangsu and Ke Wenbin frowned and tried their best to open their ears.

There was silence all around, and there was no special sound.

They were much stronger than Liang Qu, why could Liang Qu hear it, but the two of them didn't?

But the two did not doubt it, but buried their confusion, drew their weapons and leaned towards Liang Qu.

The three of them defended from all directions in a triangular posture to ensure that no gaps were missed.

"A Shui, what did you hear?"

Liang Qu pointed to the stones floating on the ground, which were stained with large pieces of soil exposed to the air and gradually dried up and turned yellow.

"Those stones were turned over two hours ago!"

Xiang Fangsu and Ke Wenbin were speechless: "How do you know?"

"I heard it."

The different water content of wet soil and dry soil causes completely different sounds, and that's the information given by the two stones.

Heard it?

Even if you say you can see it, it's more reliable than hearing it!

The two found it incredible, but soon realized that it was wrong.

Two hours! ?

There are other living people on the island!

No, are they really alive?

The battle lasted for twelve hours last night, and even a great martial artist couldn't stay so long!

Either he went to the island in the middle, or...

The three looked at the yard again, shuddering, feeling that it was unspeakably weird.

The stone slab in front of the courtyard was empty, the shade of the trees rubbed, and the sporadic moonlight penetrated the gaps between the leaves and projected onto the ground, with a layer of hazy gray light.

There were islands all around, and the river wind had become extremely small here, and the leaves were almost motionless.

But with Liang Qu's prompt, the three carefully identified and finally found something in the shade of the tree that was shaking gently, and it was out of the shadow range of the leaves. It seemed to be... a figure?

All three people saw it and confirmed it, but no one dared to move.

They restrained their breath to the extreme, for fear of being discovered by something in the yard.

Just like this, across a wall, the three watched the black shadow move slowly, from the east to the west, and then from the west back.

Dull, dull.

Whatever was on the other side of the wall didn't seem to notice that someone was coming outside the door.