Red Heart Survey

Song Qingyue appeared at the entrance of the underwater magic cave without saying a word.

The bright red waterweed flowers fluttered along the undercurrent, and he seemed to be able to feel an unspeakable nostalgia.

The old man's breath could not be felt at all, or since then, it would be scattered in every corner of Qingjiang.

He is sad.

But he couldn't cry.

Following behind are the senior officials of the Qingjiang Shui Clan. There are three people in total, all of whom are in the Outer Building Realm.

Including him, the entire Qingjiang Shui Clan, counting Elder Gui who took care of Qing Zhi, there are five other strong men in the Outer Building Realm.

After two battles at the Lan River and one battle to wipe out the Bone Road, there are still five strong outsiders, which seems to be considered as having a strong background.

But the reproduction of the aquatic race is difficult, and the speed at which the strong are born is far inferior to that of the human race.

The Qingjiang Shui Clan had almost exhausted their war potential, and for so many years, they had been supported by Song Hengjiang.

Except for the burly general who has been following by his side, who is still in his prime, the others are already old, and there is basically no possibility of achieving God's presence.

The future of the Qingjiang aquarium is not optimistic.

The reason why Song Hengjiang was so injured and refused to die was because he was worried about the ethnic group.

But now, I finally don't have to worry about it anymore.

He doesn't have to worry about it anymore.

Song Qingyue thought to himself.

Outside of this thought is sadness, anger, and hatred.

Because my father is really tired. As a son, he couldn't be more clear about how he managed to get through these years. Every day of life is torture.

During the confrontation between Song Hengjiang and Zhuang Gaoxian, he waited for the result in the water mansion throughout the whole process. Zhuang Gaoxian came and went, as if the matter had been resolved.

The old man only showed his face when he returned to the mansion, and then left in a hurry.

He already knew that his father's life was not long, but he did not expect that that side was actually a farewell.

He didn't know about the Underwater Devil's Cave, nor did he know why his father died here.

But always know.

He moved his legs, and then retracted them.

An old man with black hair and drooping shoulders appeared in front of him, standing closer to the entrance of the cave than he was.

It's Zhuang Guoguo, Du Ruhui, the wily and calculating man.

"Master."

The old man bowed and saluted without losing his manners.

"Du Guoxiang."

Song Qingyue bowed his head and returned the salute.

No matter how much he hated this person in his heart, he made himself equally polite.

He told himself that from now on, he has no right to be willful.

Because the stalwart figure who was willing to tolerate his willfulness and shield him from the wind and rain has fallen.

down forever.

Seeing Song Qingyue's attitude, Du Ruhui relaxed a little. After Song Hengjiang's death, what he was most afraid of was that Song Qingyue would not be clear about it. Song Qingyue himself was not difficult to deal with. But Song Hengjiang's prestige was too great, and they couldn't kill Song Qingyue and immediately support a puppet who could control Qingjiang.

Song Qingyue was still able to communicate and was willing to cooperate. Undoubtedly the best outcome in a bad situation.

He turned his body to one side, letting Zhuang Gaoxian, who broke through the flowing water, fall in front of him.

The insight that belonged to real people in this world allowed Zhuang Gaoxian to see clearly the situation inside the underwater magic cave at the first time. Even so, he stepped into it, wanting to observe more clearly.

Song Hengjiang died too suddenly, and this place is too sensitive!

During the whole process, Zhuang Gaoxian didn't look at any of the Shui people, including Song Qingyue.

For him, the only character in the entire Qingjiang aquarium that was worthy of his attention is no longer there.

Song Qingyue walked in with a blank expression on his face.

The three high-ranking members of the Shui clan naturally followed behind.

Du Ruhui stretched out a hand, "Sorry, everyone can't go in."

Qingjiang Shuijun died in front, but Du Ruhui didn't allow them to go over and take a look.

The three senior officials of the Shui tribe did not resist, and just stood there.

Of course Song Qingyue noticed this sad scene, but he didn't say anything, just walked in silently.

Blossoming bright red waterweed flowers bypassed him and flowed outward.

Like saying goodbye to him.

As if declaring that he has grown up.

Song Qingyue walked into the huge crypt. The first thing that caught his attention was the one hundred and eight empty blood-patterned sarcophagi. It was unknown what had been sealed inside.

And Zhuang Gaoxian is in the grotto on the left.

He followed in.

Then I saw the detached remains of my father's corpse, lying quietly on the ground. The water that came in later couldn't disturb his position.

There are two forms of the aquarium, one is the human body, which is what he is now. One is the water body, which is what my father is like now.

The water body is the strongest state of the aquarium. The cross-shaped horizontal flesh between the eyebrows is actually two horizontal bones hidden under the flesh. It can help them feel the water more concretely and master it.

But living in the human race-dominated world, they generally try to show their human bodies as much as possible.

Song Qingyue noticed that Zhuang Gaoxian's eyes stopped for a moment on the two transverse bones of the old father's water body, as if he paid special attention to the part of the Shui Race that was different from the Human Race.

I don't know if it's curiosity or resistance.

Song Qingyue also noticed that Zhuang Gaoxian was observing himself.

He hated this kind of observation like looking at goods, but at the same time he knew that this kind of observation would be inevitable in the future.

He walked forward slowly, gently covering Song Hengjiang's eyes.

"How did my father die, did His Majesty see it?" he asked.

They actually knew each other, their blood relationship. Zhuang Gaoxian's grandmother is his biological aunt.

But neither of them wants to admit it.

Song Qingyue concealed his emotions very well, and Zhuang Gaoxian didn't show the slightest bit on his face.

He was actually observing Song Hengjiang's water body just now. Such a peak-like aquarium corpse is not common.

He tried to find the aquarium-related parts of himself on this corpse.

He doesn't like the Aquarium blood on his body, but he will not hide his ears and steal the bell to escape.

His eyes naturally swept over every corner of this ancient devil's lair, and he said in a cautious voice: "I feel the traces of the White Bone Demon God, as well as the devil's energy..."

He didn't see Song Wanxi.

"Do you know where this is?" He asked Song Qingyue.

Song Qingyue shook his head honestly: "Before this, I never knew there was such a place at the bottom of the Qingjiang River."

"This is the ancient magic cave." Zhuang Gaoxian said slowly, he found that Song Qingyue was not lying, so he simply skipped it and said: "There was an ancient passage here for a short time, which seems to involve... the barren tombs of the world. "

"The one who killed your father may be the Bone Cthulhu, or it may be a certain true demon."

While making such a verbal judgment, he was thinking——

Could it be related to his grandmother?

It is impossible for true demons to come to this world at will.

Is it possible that after the secret was leaked, Song Hengjiang took the risk to open up an ancient passage, and wanted to send Song Wanxi to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Realms, and truly become a true demon?

In the process, being watched by the bone evil god, and thus misfortune happened?

"Or there are other... other reasons."

Zhuang Gaoxian muttered to himself.

It's not that he likes to talk nonsense, but that even he, who is a real person in the world, is a little confused at the moment.

Bone Cthulhu, Tomb of Myriad Realms, True Demon, Suicune...

The remaining breath here is too chaotic and extremely high-level. Even if he has the vision of a real person in the world, it is difficult to sort it out clearly for a while.

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