Lin Qiao’s vehicles were driving on the highway, with a giant black snake flashing through the forest by the roadside from time to time. On the highway, a large black dog darted from side to side while a one-meter-tall mushroom carried a young tiger on its head behind the motorcade, running swiftly with its roots and seeming very happy.
They shone the flashlights into the water; the water was dark indeed. Yuan Tianxing sniffed at the water but didn’t sense any smell. He looked at the others and asked, “Did you sense any smell from the water?”
Lu Fang raised a hand and crooked his finger toward the river. Following his movement, a fist-sized water drop rose from the river into the air. Next, as he pointed his finger at the bottle on the ground, the water drop drifted to the bottleneck, transformed into a thin stream, and flowed into the bottle.
After watching the black river water flow into the transparent bottle, people looked at the bottle quietly and waited instead of recklessly picking up the bottle.
A slight noise was heard from the bottle, and then people saw cracks spreading on the bottle.
“What’s wrong?” Yuan Tianxing noticed his reaction.
The group of people and zombies started moving toward the upstream of the river. Thankfully, there were some paths leading to that area on both sides of the river. They needed to climb the rock in some areas though.
Climbing the rock wasn’t a problem for the zombies and superpowered human beings on the scene. They kept moving forward safely until they heard water streaming loudly. Soon, they found a waterfall. They shone the flashlights up and found that the waterfall only about six or seven meters tall. The water was flowing out of an oval-shaped dark hole. The surrounding area was very cliffy, so the edge of the hole was the only path to take.
