Storm, Deep Dive (First Update)
"Plop." As we looked at each other in shock and almost in a daze, the back of my hand felt cold. I looked up at the sky and found that it had actually started to rain.
In just a few seconds, the wind and rain started to blow.
The rain came extremely quickly, followed by faint rumbles of thunder, and the surroundings suddenly became dark. I could hear the sound of turbulent water gradually flowing, as if the entire lake was startled.
As the water level rose visibly, I felt that the tree roots that bound me were loosening greatly, as if the invisible hand pulling on the kite string at the deepest part was letting go.
I was finally able to sit up freely, bubbles rising ominously from the water surface, and the aerial roots behind the guys we hadn't yet freed were still swaying quietly in the water.
I instinctively felt uneasy, so I asked Fang Ao to help drag the people ashore. I pressed on the chest and abdomen of the others to induce vomiting, and tried my best to break off the half-dead tree roots.
At this time, all the worries and anxieties were nothing compared to the torrential rain. We had a clear division of labor and only let Fang Ao drag three or five people ashore. The rain was so heavy that we couldn't recognize anything.
The crackling raindrops hit me fiercely, causing pain on my body. I tried my best to wipe the water off my eyelids and squinted my eyes to look around. But my vision was blurred and I couldn't open my eyes at all.
"Advisor!" Fang Ao came ashore, shouted in the rain curtain, and waved to me. His voice became extremely vague in the wind and rain.
There were more and more bubbles on the surface of the water, and they directly covered the floating object I was on and reached my calves. Fang Ao called me again, and this time his face changed completely and his voice was a little broken.
I tried to pull at the back of my head, but for some reason, those things were extremely solid, completely different from those of others.
"It's okay, leave me alone!"
The situation was changing rapidly, and I was instantly isolated and in danger. But there was no point in being anxious, so I pushed the remaining people out one by one along the swirling water flow, and asked Fang Ao to catch them quickly.
"The people have been rescued. They can't drown in my hands! Quick!"
He immediately threw himself into the water and tried to pull the person who was pushed to the shore by the current.
However, as soon as the shore made a noise, a large amount of unstable muddy water was immediately washed down, turning the lake water into a turbid and dirty yellow soup. The strong wind whistled through the bare banyan tree above our heads, causing an extremely sharp and piercing whistle sound.
“It’s raining so hard!”
Fang Ao roared, the water flow turned, and he was hit under the armpits by the heavy water while holding the team leader. He leaned back and was blinded for seven or eight seconds and almost suffocated.
"Fuck him! Why am I the only one awake? The Dragon King has collected the bodies, Captain! Wake up!"
There was a cough on the shore, and the wild cat woke up first. He lay on the ground and vomited violently. Before he could come to his senses, mud and water accompanied by wind and rain hit him all over.
Then there were a few more coughs and dry retches, and some people finally suffered from rapid hypothermia. They wiped the mud and filth off their faces and bodies, staggered to get up, and were completely surprised and confused about their current situation.
At the same time, as the entire lake surface changed dramatically, the floating object below me made a loud bang and quickly tilted down and slid into the water.
The turbulent water flowed together and I fell into the water. I choked violently and my mouth and nose felt so sore that tears came out. I immediately felt that the water flow under my body was vaguely rolling into a siphoning vortex.
The dry and stuffy residual heat in the air had disappeared, replaced by a dampness so humid that it seemed as if water could be wrung out of it.
The mastiffs on the shore shouted anxiously, asking me to stop trying to be brave and swim over quickly.
Who is being polite to you? I can’t swim! I was also shouting in my heart, my calves twitching, and my lungs were burning from choking on water.
At the same time, something behind my head suddenly swelled up and danced wildly, accompanied by a tingling sensation as if I had touched a chili pepper and was poisoned. It moved from my fingertips to my forearms and then flowed back to my brain.
At this time, I had to thank the ghost thing behind me for providing oxygen. My whole skin was numb and itchy, and I wanted to scratch my skin off, but it did prevent me from suffocating and drowning.
I kicked around and finally managed to step on the floating object that was sinking. I struggled to get up and shouted to the people on the shore: "Backpack! Find the backpack in the grass nest. There are equipment! This is not a pit. Hurry up and ask for help. Stay away from the ground!"
I was just saying this when the water suddenly hit me. My feet felt empty and the tree roots behind me swung wildly, pulling me deeper. A huge force pulled me straight into the whirlpool.
I only had time to take one last look to confirm that Dongzai, who I had stuffed into the captain's arms, was now safely on the shore when he was knocked unconscious by the whirlpool.
"consultant!"
The world was spinning, and it seemed as if someone had jumped directly into the roiling water. The others were startled, and immediately pulled each other to form a human bridge and came over to reach me. A rough big hand suddenly grabbed the back of my collar.
"Catch him!" Yan Er shouted in the turbid torrent.
Rescue was close at hand. Yan Er's facial bones were still a little deformed, but his color was normal. The warmth from his body made me shiver.
But at that moment, my mind suddenly became clear for a second, and an extremely crazy idea popped up.
I was wondering if Zhang Tianyi was deliberately avoiding me and everyone on the shore.
Just like I intuitively felt at that time that I should not rashly break the wall and let others witness the "person in the wall".
He had made arrangements, and knew that the fellow who was about to wake up could bring me back to shore safely, and he could continue on his journey of no return with peace of mind.
As for me, he had done what he had promised me, and he explained to me as fully as possible all the mysteries I had experienced before.
“…”
I glanced at Yan Mo and said quickly, "I have a friend down there."
He looked at me, as if he understood something, frowned, and shook his head firmly at me.
I know he is right, and Zhang Tianyi probably doesn't want me to take any reckless risks.
But there was a voice coming from a part of me that I couldn't control, calmly saying to myself:
Zhang Tianyi really didn't want me to go, but he knew how much I loved seeking my own death.
As long as there was a one in ten thousand chance that I would take the risk, given his character, he would definitely make preparations for both scenarios, leaving enough clues for me underneath, or even a way to retreat.
In a flash, I suddenly broke free from Yan Mo's rescuing hand, gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and fell down. Immediately, I felt a strong push on my back that pushed me into deep water.
The water, which had been somewhat warming, seemed to have stratified at the top, and a biting cold suddenly came over us.
I was hit back and forth by debris in the icy water. I drank a lot of water, but I held the mining lamp tightly in my hand and refused to let go.
The sweetness of the lake water seemed particularly bizarre and terrifying at this moment. I counted my heartbeats silently and let myself dive rapidly in the current.
It was like riding in a crashed elevator. Old floating corpses passed over me one after another, hovering like straight wood, dividing the vast, empty lake into countless tiny compartments.
At the closest distance, I could even clearly look into the floating corpses' frozen white eyes, and see the same wisps of aerial roots crawling out and floating in their eye sockets and ears.
Further down, the water became clear, and the floating corpses that were originally there disappeared.
It was only a few dozen breaths of sinking, but I could clearly feel the difference.
The shouts of the guys on the shore completely disappeared, as if we were separated by an infinite depth. In the violent turbulence, there was incomparable silence all around, and even I was spinning like a shining gyroscope in a silent pantomime.
The contrast between extreme movement and extreme stillness was so shocking that I was swept by the current to the center of the tree roots, where black lines intersected everywhere. The light from the mining lamp swept randomly inside, and visibility was very low. I could only see the back of my own hand, and the blood vessels under the light turned blue.
The turbulent water flow and whirlpool reached here and hit the dense tree roots, and the force began to disperse. At the same time, the water around seemed to have recovered some temperature, I don’t know if I gradually adapted to it or my senses were disturbed by the excessive cold.
But what about that "stone"?
The tree roots connected to my back became very docile. I looked around and clung to the roots for support. There seemed to be nothing but dark water everywhere.
I felt the pain and itchiness on my back ease, so I subconsciously reached out and pulled it, but this time what I touched was very soft, and the tree roots fell off easily.
I was caught off guard and grabbed a handful of limp black hair in my hand, and my lungs immediately felt a little tingling. I didn't dare to touch the hair behind my head anymore, and I was very careful when I moved along the tree roots, as if protecting my lifeline, to avoid damaging the braid behind my head.
The parts that I had torn off slowly melted into a texture similar to jelly or soaked lotus root powder, then quickly turned black and rotted, turning into smelly green water, which was immediately diluted and dissipated in the water.
I noticed that the color dissipated in the water in a certain direction. I tried to stretch out my hand and hold it still for a while. After a while, I felt a barely visible air flow blowing upwards from under my feet.
But there seemed to be only dark water under my feet.
I recalled seeing the green color of the gap in the stone, and continued to dive down with the lantern through the tree roots.
But no, all the colors disappeared at this moment, only my own blood color was emitting a faint blue in the deep water.
Different from the sudden storm just now, the silence and monotonous black at this moment brought me deeper uneasiness and alertness.
The only brightness and color I possess are so conspicuous in the silent water.
If there was anything else in the water besides the floating corpse, the "stone" and the tree roots, I would undoubtedly have a big loudspeaker on my forehead welcoming people to come and have a snack.
But I have to admit that in my mental preparation, even if there really are some monsters or evil spirits, I can accept it.
But now there is no trace at all, as if it is silently mocking me, telling me to go home.
Strange, could it be that all the changes, including this particularly sudden storm, were just a coincidence? Am I being too sentimental? Is Zhang Tianyi really so heartless that he didn't leave me any clues and didn't care about my life or death?
I was not discouraged, but just confused, so I stopped and tried again to capture the weak airflow.
I don't know how much time had passed, so long that if it weren't for those parasitic tree roots, I would have drowned and rotted away, before I felt the almost hallucinatory blowing on my palm.
It was still under my feet, and was getting weaker and weaker, as if someone was blowing gently into my ear.
What is that, is there a cavity or crack underneath? Why is it getting weaker?
There were no clues to find at this point, so I dived again. Because of the water pressure, I felt a vague pressure wrapping around my entire chest and ribs. I knew I couldn't delay too long.
This time, it was milder than an illusion. A hint of blue flashed across my eyes and then disappeared immediately.
At the same time, there was no trace of the airflow from top to bottom.
I pressed my chest, which was gradually becoming uncomfortable from the deep water pressure, to calm myself down, and asked and answered two questions myself.
First, are these still relevant to the pitfalls?
A: Probably not. Because before on the shore, my brother and I called each other's names, and no one suddenly died or melted.
Since the pits and sentry boxes give me the feeling of a blind man groping for an elephant in the room, it is normal if there are new strange stories now that give me some seemingly familiar sense and illusion.
And from past experience, I’d better not blindly apply any rules I have summarized before. It’s best to treat myself as a blank sheet of paper.
Second, is it possible that what I saw before my eyes was the "stone"? It just underwent some simple changes that I did not notice for a while, but was distracted by my overly complicated thoughts and ignored?
bring it on.
After calming down again, I said to myself, I’ll know after giving it a try.
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