"ah……"

Seeing this bloody and cruel scene, the witch on the side let out a soft cry unconsciously, then quickly covered her mouth and subconsciously took a step back to hide behind Wu Liang.

Obviously this was a scene she had not expected at all.

"this?"

Wu Liangze frowned and stared intently at the macaque which showed no reaction and was still moving into the village step by step.

What exactly is going on?

This macaque can't feel pain at all?

Moreover, the loss of an eyeball does not affect the movement. Could it be that the vision was lost before this?

Wu Liang immediately held the copper dagger in his hand, and at the same time took out an "innuendo". The situation in front of him was full of weirdness, and Wu Liang smelled a hint of danger.

However, the macaque seemed not to notice the existence of him and the witch Hu Hu at all, and still moved forward unhurriedly, and stiffly arrived at a pile of gravel.

The macaque finally stopped and its body began to shake slightly.

At the same time, its torn out eyeball had also been forcibly swallowed by the parrot, and the blood stained the parrot's hook-like beak red, making it look even more terrifying.

"..."

Wu Liang and the witch Hu did not speak. They just held their breaths and watched the scene in front of them quietly, waiting for the further development of the matter.

About a minute later.

The macaque, which had been standing there as if dizzy, was shaking slightly, as if all its strength had been taken away instantly, and its limbs were weak and fell heavily to the ground.

And as it fell to the ground.

But its body turned into a pile of loose sand and spread out instantly like sand. There was no trace of what a macaque should look like, not even the hair on its body was left.

And at the same time.

The dozen or so parrots were extremely excited. They immediately fluttered their wings and pounced on the macaque's non-monkey-shaped "body" and started feasting. A few parrots even ran out of a hole and got in.

There was a tail left that was still trembling outside.

"Wu Taishi, I'm afraid this is the origin of those black soils!"

Witch Hu finally realized something and quickly said to Wu Liang.

"Go over and have a look."

Wu Liang also had such a guess, and immediately picked up two slightly longer chisel tools from a short distance away, handed one to the witch Huhu, took the other in his own hand, and hurried over.

"Go away!"

When he came closer, Wu Liang waved the tool in his hand to drive away the parrots, and he had already seen the "body" of the macaque.

At this moment, the "body" of the macaque can no longer be described by the word "flesh", because there is no flesh, blood or bones at the scene, and only a pile of black soil that has been messed up by the parrot can be seen.

The familiar stench fills the air.

Different from the black soil that I had seen in the stone house before, the pile of black soil that the macaque turned into was not that dry. It looked like sand on the beach that had just been wetted by the tide, so it did not raise black dust.

.

But this is just the beginning. Over time, the water in it will eventually evaporate.

only……

Looking at the parrots who were almost crazy about eating this kind of black soil, and combined with what the witch Hu had said before about birds rushing to eat the fragments of clay pots that were suspected of containing black soil, Wu Liang wondered whether such black soil could be left to dry in the wild.

When dry.

That is to say, the doors of those stone chambers were closed before, so parrots could not enter, so the black soil inside has been preserved to this day...

"Wu Taishi, I now believe more and more what your young lady said. This island is most likely the legendary ancestral island, and it grows a kind of mushroom called 'Yangshenzhi' by your country.

'The magical plant."

The witch concentrated and said, "It's just as your young lady said, 'Yangshenzhi' is actually not the fairy grass that can make people live forever as in the legend, but an elusive plant."

"Um……"

Wu Liang nodded slightly.

According to Zhen Mi, this macaque is most likely a long-dead macaque, but the birds on this island, such as the parrots, resurrected it by covering its face with "nourishing mushrooms" in their mouths.

Under the influence of "Yang Shen Zhi", it eventually turns into the black soil that they flock to?

After all, animals are much simpler than humans.

The behavioral motivations of many animals are not complicated. Everything they do is for a better survival. This is an instinct. Driven by this instinct, the idea of ​​"flying birds with their mouths to nourish the gods and save people" appeared.

legend.

They are not saving people at all, but creating something even rarer for themselves?

Wait a moment!

Thinking of this, Wu Liang once again looked at the row of things that looked like cells, and suddenly came up with a terrible speculation:

Is it possible that this is not a quarry at all? The quarry is just an appearance, and its essence is a "black soil factory"?

That is to say, someone arrived here a long time ago and discovered the "Yangshenzhi", also discovered these strange black soils, and learned the entire process of black soil generation through observation.

In addition to attracting birds, this black soil also has some benefits for humans that Wu Liang is not aware of yet.

So someone led a group of people to build this stockade here, but the stone rooms in the stockade were not dormitories for people to live in at all, but cells used to imprison and produce this kind of black soil?

The whole process is actually not difficult to achieve.

You only need to kill the person first, then use the "Yangshenzhi" to resurrect him and lock him in the stone chamber. This will prevent the black soil from being invaded by birds during the process of making the black soil, and quietly wait for the black soil to be generated...

Similar things happen in any era, in any region... In short, as long as there are people, such things will always happen.

Isn’t there a true history in Western history of a duchess using the blood of virgins to maintain her beauty forever?

Even in the more civilized later generations, there are still a group of people who eat steamed buns with human blood every day. They wear suits and ties, behave elegantly, and never kill people with their own hands. They talk about benevolence, morality, freedom and democracy, but for a small profit, they are killed because of them.

The number of innocent people who died needs to be calculated in units of "ten thousand". In the eyes of those people, there is no difference between ordinary people and the human sacrifices of the Japanese country today, it is just their "demographic dividend".

When thinking about this.

Wu Liang took out another empty bottle and filled some of this extremely fresh black soil with a stopper. Then he stopped obsessing about it and turned back to the witch and said, "It's almost done. Hurry up and enter the mine to check.

If there really is a 'nourishing mushroom' here, 80% of it should grow in this mine."

"Why did Wu Taishi judge like this?"

Miko Hu quickly followed and asked in confusion.

"Historical records state that 'Yangshen Zhi' was born in Qiongtian, and this Yushan is the most suitable Qiongtian."

Wu Liang said seriously.

…

What happened to the macaque just now had some impact on Wu Liang and Wu Hu.

They are more in awe of this place, the Yangshen Zhi, and the black soil, so they are more cautious when entering the mine, and do not dare to relax at every step.

The temperature in the mine is lower than in the stone house.

However, it was still within the range that Wu Liang and Miko Hu could tolerate, and it did not cause them much trouble.

Not long after entering, Wu Liang discovered a new detail.

He may have preconceived this hole as a man-made mine.

Because apart from the relatively flat ground, he did not find many traces of artificial forging on the rock wall of this cave, which means that this cave may have existed before anyone arrived here, even if people later entered the cave.

The holes are just to modify the ground to facilitate movement.

Wu Liang then thought of the ghost cave he had passed before.

That ghost cave was obviously not dug artificially, but had been there since people discovered it. Moreover, with the technology of the Han Dynasty and before the Han Dynasty, it was absolutely impossible to forge such a tunnel for several months on the seabed.

A bottomless pit of ten miles is simply a fantasy.

Walk deeper and deeper.

Wu Liang became more and more certain of his judgment.

Because the deeper you go, the more jade is exposed on the walls and top rocks of the cave, and the volume becomes larger. Moreover, there are no traces of artificial peeling around these jade, and they are completely natural.

Under the rays of the "Suihou Pearl", these jade stones appear greener and more transparent. The deeper you go, the more you feel like you are always walking in the Crystal Palace.

The only thing that makes the scenery worse is...

There were a lot of bird droppings on the ground under my feet. Some of these bird droppings were relatively fresh, indicating that birds had often entered this cave recently, perhaps those parrots.

But one thing is for sure.

The birds did not build a nest in this stone cave, let alone use it as a nest. Otherwise, after many years, it would not be such a sparse bird droppings now. At the very least, it would have accumulated several inches thick. Even if the air was worn,

Gas mask Wu Liang also has feelings entered.

And these fresh bird droppings also gave Wu Liang a reassurance.
To be continued...