There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 333, The Abundant Wine Jar

In silence, Xiao Yang ignored this difficult question.

"These are extraordinary humans!"

Using this excuse became increasingly difficult, but Xiao Yang still managed to say it.

What happens next is simple.

Since they weren't afraid of the black mud in front of them at all, it was naturally easy to uncover the secrets it contained.

No further action is needed.

Just take a step forward.

As expected, the black sludge dared not approach the invisible boundary after crossing it.

He moved through the dangerous black mud with ease and without any hindrance.

The black mud wasn't empty; as they went deeper, one after another, desiccated corpses came into Xiao Yang's view.

"Not human?"

Or rather, not a standard human being.

It has fine, scattered scales on its body and a long, slender tail.

"It's a snake-man."

Xiao Yang is a typical humanist.

Of course, to some extent, he cares more about the first word in "humanity".

Perhaps he is also a pan-humanist.

Those whose names contain the character for "person," who look like a human, and whose allegiance is not biased towards evil—as long as that most important criterion is met.

“The bias of the soul and will.”

These are all types of people who can be treated kindly by him.

These corpses were dried up, like snake-men corpses that had been drained of all moisture, and they were densely packed together in the black mud.

Swirling in this surging black mud, it's like a vast expanse of garbage carried by the tide.

The scene was undeniably cruel.

Why did this happen?

Having witnessed such a scene, Xiao Yang couldn't help but be curious about this issue.

However, he thought he would get the answer soon.

Step by step, they approached the semi-circular hall in the center of the complex.

This semi-circular hall, if described, is like a giant bathhouse.

We're a bit closer now.

The black mud surged particularly violently here, as if something they hated remained here.

A light blue glow filled every corner of the space in front of me.

Xiao Yang saw the piece of flesh and blood of the God of Springs that had fallen from the sky.

This hall was indeed a huge bathhouse.

A pool of deep blue water appeared before Xiao Yang.

In the center of the pool, a tall statue stands, holding a clay wine jug in its arms, from which clear water flows continuously.

Cast a probe spell.

【Abundant Wine Jar (damaged)】

Quality: Mythical

Effect: Pure spring water flows endlessly.

Description: Abundance flows forth, rivers brimming with milk and honey, the land yielding bread and meat.

Although the Pot of Abundance is a divine artifact, it is clearly not the kind of artifact specifically designed for combat.

It's somewhat similar.

"The wine jugs used to hold the finest nectar at the Peach Banquet?"

It certainly has a certain level of sophistication, but it's unlikely to have too much so.

"It is still damaged."

The word "Myth" in the Quality column is dimmed.

The fragments of the god of springs are now in this bountiful wine jug.

From a distance, Xiao Yang caught a glimpse of something round and plump, about the size of a pigeon's egg, floating and swirling inside the Abundance Wine Jar.

There are still survivors in this large bathhouse.

Some children, dressed in white robes and wearing golden laurel wreaths, looked terrified and bewildered. Something terrible seemed to have just happened here.

Xiao Yang saw many snake people dressed as priests, lying one by one in this blue pool of water, their bodies resembling mummies.

It appears that a sacrificial ceremony has just taken place here.

They moved closer to the surviving children.

Stepping into the vast blue bathhouse, the moment Xiao Yang touched the water, the entire pool instantly turned a murky red.

This pool of blue water seems to have purifying properties.

But it was obvious that Xiao Yang was too dirty.

His appearance and his opening remarks made the children even more frightened.

These children have snake-man tails; they are little snake-men.

They were terrified of Xiao Yang, but they did not back down, their expressions tense as they protected a weak and emaciated figure.

The figure being protected is wearing the most magnificent headdress, indicating that their status must be quite high.

When faced with such a scene, pause in your tracks.

Xiao Yang felt that he shouldn't be a cute or charming villain.

He pulled off his mask, revealing a handsome face, and grinned, giving a heartwarming big smile.

Before him stood a group of snake-people children, huddled together in fear.

However, he overlooked one thing: in the battle just now, perhaps because the methods were too rough, some blood and flesh splattered onto his face through the gaps.

Not much, just a slight adhesion.

But paired with his inhuman smile, it was utterly terrifying.

These little guys were terrified at that moment.

They hugged each other in terror, their tails even getting tangled and knotted together.

This scene made Xiao Yang feel a little embarrassed, and he wanted to cover his forehead.

Fortunately, a weak voice rang out at this moment, saving Xiao Yang from the predicament.

"Don't hurt them, it's all my fault."

It was that withered and weak fellow.

After the sound rang out, the little snake people slowly dispersed, leaving only Xiao Yang and the weak guy talking face to face.

“Strong stranger, all of this has nothing to do with these children, it’s all my fault, please let them go.”

The weakened snake-man high priest repeated his plea to Xiao Yang once more.

Xiao Yang ignored the previous comment and instead posed another question on his own.

"What on earth is going on here?"

The snake-man high priest answered Xiao Yang's question with a pained expression on his face.

"I want to help the great god of the spring."

"But why did it turn out like this?"

"Why did it become like this?"

"Great god of the springs?"

Seeing the look of utter despair on the guy's face, Xiao Yang roughly knew what had happened.

It's likely that these believers were forcibly given power by the god of the spring.

There are always a few like Silver Tree.

However, adhering to a rigorous attitude, Xiao Yang still asked a somewhat untimely question at this moment.

"Was all of this done by the god of the springs?"

All of this represents the surging black mud, the numerous shriveled corpses tumbling within it like garbage, and the corpses of snake-man priests scattered throughout the bathhouse.

In response to Xiao Yang's inquiry.

The snake-man high priest did not answer, but stood there sadly, his expression one of great pain.

This reaction basically confirms Xiao Yang's guess.

I shook my head. It really is a sad story.

"That's why I don't believe in gods."

Now we don't need to worry so much about the God of Springs' broken pieces.

However, a new challenge has also emerged.

"The Snake Man Rescue Plan".

(End of this chapter)