Song qingxiao, who was at the front, could feel that the number of snakes was gradually decreasing. Without the interference of the snakes, a cold wind with moisture blew in her face. She heard the sound of running water.
The old man on the altar had once said that after leaving the terror Battalion, they would enter the snake cave, which was connected to the underground river.
If he did not hear it wrong, the sound of water should be the underground river.
She paused and turned her head. Behind her, the fugitives had formed a long black line and were passing through the snake cave in an orderly manner.
At the end of her line of sight, the snakes that had been driven away by her were wriggling and closing again. From a distance, she could only see a green miasma fog, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring in her direction.
