Song Qingyue appeared at the entrance of the underwater cave without saying a word.
The bright red water apples fluttered along with the undercurrent, and he seemed to be able to feel an unspeakable attachment.
My father's breath can no longer be felt at all, or it may be scattered in every corner of Qingjiang from now on.
He feels sad.
But he couldn't shed tears.
Behind him were the senior officials of the Qingjiang Shui Tribe, three in total, all of whom were in the Outer Building Realm.
The entire Qingjiang Shui Tribe, including him, including Mr. Gui who took care of Qingzhi, there were a total of five Wailou Realm experts.
After two battles on the Lanhe River and a battle to annihilate the White Bone Path, there are still five Wailou Realm powerhouses left, which seems to be considered powerful.
However, it is difficult for the water tribe to reproduce, and the speed at which strong men are born is far inferior to that of the human race.
The Qingjiang Shui Tribe has almost exhausted its war potential. For so many years, it has only been supported by Song Hengjiang.
Except for the burly general who has been following him and is still in his prime, the others are already old and have basically no possibility of achieving the arrival of God.
The future of the Qingjiang Aquatic Tribe is not optimistic.
The reason why Song Hengjiang was so injured and refused to die was because he couldn't worry about his clan.
But now, finally, there is no need to worry anymore.
He doesn't have to worry anymore.
Song Qingyue thought to himself.
Beyond this thought, there is sadness, anger, and hatred.
Because my father is really too tired. As a son, he knows how he has managed to get through these years. Every day of his life is torture.
During the entire confrontation between Song Hengjiang and Zhuang Gaoxian, he waited for the outcome in Shuifu. Zhuang Gaoxian came and went, as if the matter had been resolved.
The old father only returned home to show his face, and then left in a hurry.
He already knew that his father would die soon, but he really didn't expect that he would never see him again.
He didn't know anything about the Underwater Devil's Cave, and he didn't know why his father died here.
But always know.
He opened his legs and then pulled them back.
An old man with black hair hanging down his shoulders appeared in front of him, standing closer to the entrance of the cave than he did.
It is the wily Du Ruhui, the Prime Minister of Zhuang State.
"Young Master."
The old man bowed and saluted without losing his etiquette.
"Du Guoxiang."
Song Qingyue bowed his head and returned the gift.
No matter how much he hated this person in his heart, he still made himself polite.
He told himself that from now on, he was no longer qualified to be willful.
Because the stalwart figure who was willing to tolerate his willfulness and protect him from wind and rain has fallen.
Fallen down forever.
Seeing Song Qingyue's attitude, Du Ruhui felt a little more relaxed. After Song Hengjiang's death, what he was most afraid of was that Song Qingyue couldn't handle him clearly. Song Qingyue himself was not difficult to deal with. But Song Hengjiang was too prestigious, so they didn't.
After killing Song Qingyue, he immediately supported a puppet who could control Qingjiang.
Song Qingyue is still able to communicate and is willing to cooperate. This is undoubtedly the best result in a bad situation.
He turned his body to one side and let Zhuang Gaoxian, who broke through the flowing water, fall in front of him.
With the insight of a real person in this world, Zhuang Gaoxian immediately saw clearly what was going on inside the underwater cave. Despite this, he still stepped inside, hoping to observe more clearly.
Song Hengjiang died too suddenly, and this place is too sensitive!
During the whole process, Zhuang Gaoxian did not look at any of the Shui tribe, including Song Qingyue.
To him, the only character in the entire Qingjiang Aquatic Tribe who was worthy of his glance was no longer there.
Song Qingyue had no expression on his face and followed him inside.
Naturally, the three senior officials of the Shui Tribe also followed behind.
Du Ruhui stretched out a hand: "Sorry, you can't go in."
Qingjiang Shuijun died in front, but Du Ruhui did not allow them to go over and take a look.
None of the three senior officials of the Shui Tribe offered any resistance, they just stayed where they were.
Of course Song Qingyue noticed this sad scene, but he didn't say anything and just walked inside silently.
Bright red water apples flowed around him and flowed outward.
It's like saying goodbye to him.
It's like announcing that he has grown up.
Song Qingyue walked into the huge cave. The first thing that attracted his attention was the one hundred and eight empty blood-patterned sarcophagi. It was unknown what had been sealed inside.
Zhuang Gaoxian is in the cave on the left.
He followed and walked in.
Then I saw the separated body of my old father, lying quietly on the ground. The water flowing in later could not disturb his position.
There are two forms of the water tribe. One is the human body, which is what he is now. The other is the water body, which is what the old father is now.
The water body is the strongest state of the aquatic people. The cross-shaped flesh between the eyebrows is actually two horizontal bones hidden under the skin. It can help them feel the water more specifically and control it.
But living in this world where the human race is the dominant species, the water race generally try their best to show off their human bodies.
Song Qingyue noticed that Zhuang Gaoxian's eyes paused for a moment on the two horizontal bones of his father's water body, and he seemed to pay special attention to the parts of the water race that were different from the human race.
I don’t know if it’s curiosity or resistance.
Song Qingyue also noticed that Zhuang Gaoxian was observing him.
He hated this kind of observation like looking at goods, but at the same time, he also knew that such observation would be inevitable in the future.
He slowly walked forward and gently covered Song Hengjiang's eyes.
"How did my father die? Did your Majesty see it?" he asked.
They actually knew each other's blood relationship. Zhuang Gaoxian's grandmother was his biological aunt.
But neither of them is willing to admit this.
Song Qingyue concealed his emotions very well, and Zhuang Gaoxian didn't show any of them on his face.
He was actually observing Song Hengjiang's water body just now. Such a water tribe corpse at the peak of its power was not common.
He tried to find the water-related parts of himself on this corpse.
He doesn't like the Water Tribe blood in him, but he won't evade it.
His eyes naturally scanned every corner of this ancient devil's cave, and he said in a cautious voice: "I feel the traces of the Bone Evil God, and the devilish energy..."
He didn't see Song Wanxi.
"Do you know where this place is?" he asked Song Qingyue.
Song Qingyue shook his head honestly: "Before this, I never knew there was such a place under the Qingjiang River."
"This is the ancient devil's cave." Zhuang Gaoxian said slowly. He realized that Song Qingyue was not lying, so he simply ignored it and said: "An ancient passage briefly existed here, and it seemed to involve... the wasteland tomb of all realms.
"
"The person who killed your father might have been the Bone Evil God, or it might have been a real demon."
He made this verbal judgment while thinking in his mind
Could it be related to my grandmother?
It is impossible for a real demon to come to this world at will.
Is it possible that after the secret was leaked, Song Hengjiang took risks to open up the ancient passage and wanted to send Song Wanxi to the Tomb of the Ten Thousand Worlds to truly become a true demon?
In the process, was he watched by the Bone Evil God, causing misfortune?
"Or there are other...other reasons."
Zhuang Gaoxian murmured to himself.
It's not that he likes to talk nonsense, but even as a real person in this world, he is a little confused at the moment.
The Bone Evil God, the Tomb of All Realms, the True Demon, Suicune...
The aura left here is too chaotic and extremely high-level. Even if he had the vision of a real person in this world, it would be difficult to sort it out for a while.