The end of the world starts with failing the exam

Chapter 415: Shushu, I like it the most... (Part )

The ancient god who lives in the western part of the continent is named "Xi".

Fuxi's Xi.

According to the "him" in my mind, this ancient god hiding in the Western Continent is far stronger than Gehro, but after experiencing that war, its strength has also declined greatly, but not everyone can do it at this stage. To deal with.

The entire Western Continent is its territory, or in other words, it is part of its body, so from a certain perspective, it is everywhere within the scope of the Western Continent.

"Its desire to conquer is not strong, so it actually doesn't pose much of a threat to the outside world. It just needs to stay quiet within its territory."

"Just like the old man said."

"In the Western Continent, you cannot fly, fight, or speak loudly. You must always maintain a pious and polite silence. This can avoid all disasters."

While patiently listening to "him" in your mind.

Chen Jing had already led everyone to follow Chen Boxu's footsteps, and stepped into the dense forest in front of him with a vigilant look.

"Through this forest is the river valley."

Chen Bofu was walking at the front of the team, holding a cigarette in his mouth without lighting it, and his voice was lowered involuntarily. After all, he was truly educated by "Xi", and he gained wisdom every time he learned it. This is clearly reflected in him.

"Back then, I stayed in the River Valley tribe for a period of time to recuperate. I don't know how they are doing now..."

"This place is so quiet." Wei Nan also heard Chen Jing and the others talk about the taboos here, so no matter how careless she is, she can't help but seem a little reserved at the moment. After all, she is still afraid of death. "Except for the noise we make, other The sounds seemed to have disappeared, and even the sound of the wind became blurry.”

"No scent of other living things."

Yan Que has been observing his surroundings, with a solemn expression on his face.

"There seems to be nothing here except plants. This situation is almost consistent with the records I saw in the Priory's archives."

"The same is true for the internal records of the Western Continent in our temple." Qiao Youning held a bag of gummy candies made from honeydew fruits in her hand, and like a feeder, she took turns throwing them into the mouths of Wei Nan Yanque and Chen Jing, "Said This is a silent forbidden place.”

"Didn't your grandma tell you anything else?" Chen Bofu asked coldly. Although the words in his mouth sounded a bit like swearing, he was really curious whether grandma Hong had told Qiao Youning anything about the Western Continent. Hidden legends.

Chen Bofu knew a lot about the Western Continent, but he didn't know much about it. After all, he was not the kind of patient old scholar who just wanted to come here to gain some experience. If he was asked to study this place for many years, he could Don't have that patience.

Therefore, compared to him, those from major sects or parliaments obviously know more about the secrets of the Western Continent, but the information they know cannot be made public, or even the ordinary members inside. Know.

But is Qiao Youning an ordinary person?

That old woman almost raised her as her own granddaughter!

Let this girl follow everyone to adventure in the Western Continent. Can the old woman not remind her anything else?

"Yes." Qiao Youning nodded, not hiding anything, "Grandma told me that the ancient gods in the Western Continent have been very restless recently, and the true form hidden underground seems to be more active than before."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Youning added another sentence.

"According to the temple's monitoring results of the Western Continent in recent years, the ancient god's power is obviously increasing, but strangely, its territory has not expanded at all, and it does not seem to have any desire to invade the outside world."

While they were talking, everyone was gradually walking through the jungle.

Although everyone is deliberately controlling the sounds they make and not daring to be reckless with the ups and downs of their steps, it has to be said that muscle control and body balance are almost the instincts of the old descendants, including the seemingly weak Qiao Youning...

Everyone can run quickly and silently. Although this speed is still far behind everyone running at full strength, it is still better than walking cautiously step by step.

Beyond the jungle.

This is the river valley mentioned by Chen Boxu and Chen Jing.

But here, no one saw the tribe that Chen Boxu mentioned had lived here for a long time.

"Fuck, I moved without even saying a word..."

Chen Bofu lit a cigarette and stood on the cliff next to the river valley, frowning as he looked at the desolate scene below.

There was once a river that ran across the Western Continent.

At least that's what the legend says.

But as early as the last time Chen Boxu came here, he had never seen any river water, and the empty river bed had been dry for who knows how many years.

In this desolate river valley, everyone can barely find traces of some tribes that once lived here. From these traces, it is not difficult to judge that the number of members of this valley tribe is definitely not small, and is even larger than most. The wasteland tribes are all larger.

Judging from the traces left at the scene, there was no fighting here. Maybe it was just moved to another place...

"There is something."

Suddenly, as if Chen Bofu noticed something, he jumped down from the cliff above the river valley.

Seeing how big his movements were, everyone was immediately frightened, fearing that the old man might not be able to control his voice.

But reality proves that ginger is still spicy when old.

At the moment of landing.

The gravel under Chen Bofu's feet suddenly turned into a puddle of black water, or a gelatinous substance close to asphalt. It was soft and could release force, and was able to minimize the sound of landing like a silent sponge. .

After landing, Chen Bofu turned around and waved to everyone. He did not dare to make any noise and could only urge everyone to come down with his mouth.

Looking at the spreading black water on the ground, Chen Jing and the others jumped in without hesitation.

"You've been like this... couldn't we run faster..." Chen Jing walked to the old man and couldn't help but complained in a low voice, "You first turn the road ahead of us into black water... We are here No matter how fast you run up there, there is no sound..."

"Forgot."

Chen Bofu chuckled and walked forward, still explaining.

"I haven't been here for many years. Grandpa will pave the way for you in a while. You can run as much as you want, but... I have to see what this thing is first."

After saying that, Chen Bofu suddenly squatted down and inserted his hands silently into the stone ground beside the river valley, as if in front of him, no matter how hard the surface was, it would become as soft as water.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Chen Boxu exerted a little force with his hands, and he gradually tore a huge wound on the ground, like a soup dumpling punctured with chopsticks...

The whole process didn't make any sound.

It was eerily quiet.

Chen Bofu didn't stop until the wounds on the surface were torn apart by Chen Bofu and gradually rolled up, and the gap on the surface was almost three meters wide.

"I just said that there is a faint biological smell here! It seems that my induction is correct!" Chen Boxu smiled proudly, holding a cigarette and squatting next to the crack in the ground, looking into the depths with interest, "These The ghosts must have just moved here, I didn’t see them last time I came here.”

At this moment, everyone gathered around, squatting next to the crack in the ground and looking into the depths.

"This is……"

Chen Jing looked at the trembling weird creatures below and couldn't help but frown.

"Ratman?"