For Jiang Chanji, the credibility of his parents has been reduced to the freezing point, if it weren't for the fact that this bottle was indeed a little suspicious, he probably wouldn't believe even 1% of the content of the letter.

Even if the handwriting on the inside of the bottle is suspicious, it doesn't mean that he believes his parents' nonsense, because he is still a half-old child, not to mention well-informed, maybe there is really a technology to engrave on the inside of the bottle in the world, but he doesn't know.

However, his two bad gambler parents don't seem to have the value of being tricked by a lot, and with what he knows about his parents, although they are addicted to gambling, they have never lied to him, of course, the little jokes in daily life are not counted, which may also be one of the reasons why they have repeatedly failed to gamble, after all, they can only win money by cheating in the casino.

If the parents' description of the stones, jadeite, and bottles is what they saw with their own eyes, without adulteration with water......

Jiang Chanji stared at the unknown liquid in the bottle.

What else does he have to lose?

He has lost his classmates, friends, identity, hope, and normal life, and even his parents are basically non-existent......

Just now, he was mentally prepared to face death calmly, if this liquid was poison, he hoped that it would be the most violent poison, the kind that could make him die instantly, at least much stronger than starving to death.

He had had enough of hiding in the gutter like a rat all day long to avoid his creditors, and even if the liquid had 1% hope of making him invisible, he was willing to gamble and walk down the street with his head held high, on a journey to find his parents.

Thinking of the word "gambling", he couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly, betting everything on the slim probability, which may be genetic.

The stopper is made of the same transparent material as the bottle, and he thinks it's glass, but if what his parents said is true, the liquid in it is some kind of unstable chemical agent, it may not be as simple as ordinary glass, but it doesn't matter.

The way to open the cork was complicated, and he studied it for a long time, first screwing and then pulling and then screwing, and finally took it out, and the three-stage structure seemed to be to ensure the tightness.

He leaned closer to the bottle and sniffed it, but there was no odor, or maybe his sense of smell was not sensitive enough.

After a day of running outside, he was a little thirsty, so he didn't look further, or maybe he lost his courage after hesitating, so he simply tilted his neck and drank the liquid in the bottle.

He smacked his lips, the liquid didn't taste special, but there seemed to be something else in the liquid, similar to the flour balls in bubble tea, it could be a solid formed by the liquid condensation, or it could be impurities or something else, but he drank it too quickly, and by the time he realized it, he had swallowed it.

Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway.

He put the bottle back on the table and lay quietly on the bed, waiting for what would happen next.

Bang bang bang.

His eyes were tightly closed, his fists clenched, his heart beating fast, especially loud in the silence of the rental house.

Although he thinks he is ready for death, he is still a child who has not grown up, and it would be self-deception to say that he is not afraid of death at all.

His mind was full of cranky thoughts, one moment remembering the ordinary life of the past, the other the faces of his parents, and the other thinking of what the landlady's expression would be when she found her cold and even decomposed corpse...... In short, all kinds of thoughts came flooding in, and the low blood sugar caused by not eating all day made his brain dizzy, his thinking became extremely dull, and there seemed to be some kind of heat in his stomach.

Did the poison attack?

Maybe you should die outside, at least don't trouble the landlord......

He tried to struggle to his feet, but his eyelids became extremely heavy, and the unstoppable sleepiness pressed down on his body like a mountain, and darkness instantly flooded into his vision.

Jiang Chanji fell asleep, and he slept deeply.

......

This is...... Where?

Jiang Chanji in the dream didn't realize that he was dreaming, he seemed to be floating above a barren valley from some kind of transcendent perspective, his body fixed and unable to move, like a camera placed in the sky.

Several barren mountains are sandwiched between a basin, both barren mountains and basins are lifeless, without any life, not even a single grass, let alone animals, everything seems to be still.

It's silent.

He had no concept of time in his dreams, and he didn't know how long it had been, when a low roar came from the basin, breaking the absolute silence.

Boom!

A bag of soil suddenly bulged out of the lowest part of the basin, and then a strong column of water broke through the soil, carrying sediment and gravel dozens of meters high, forming a huge fountain.

With the erosion of the hydraulic force, the spring became larger and larger, and more water poured into the basin, and after a while a small lake was formed, and the water in the center of the lake was violently churning, and a large amount of sediment floated in the water, which was very turbid and could not see the bottom of the lake.

The water level is gradually rising, and the area of the lake is getting larger and larger.

The basin ceased to exist, and the small lake turned into a sizable large lake at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a long time, no more water seemed to pour in from the spring at the bottom of the lake, and the lake gradually calmed down.

Jiang Chanji continued to watch from this detached perspective, he didn't think about anything, just watched blankly, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him, just a boring movie.

There was no wind.

Most of the lake is as flat as a mirror, reflecting the surrounding bald mountains.

Only a small piece of the lake in the middle of the lake, from time to time there are bubbling bubbles coming out and bursting, as if there is some living thing breathing under the lake, and of course it may just be the gas mixed in the spring.

According to normal logic, the spring should be connected to some underground lake, and under the action of pressure, the weakest part of the formation breaks through and gushes out of the ground - what is said in Jiang Chanji's high school geography textbook.

Even if there are indeed big fish and other things washed into the lake, it is estimated that it will be a dead end, because such a poor mountain and bad water obviously cannot support any big fish.

There is no external disturbance, the sediment in the lake slowly settles, and the lake water becomes quite clear, but because the lake is very deep, it is already dark ten meters below the surface of the lake.

At least there is no sign of fish and shrimp activity near the lake.

Dead Mountain, Dead Valley, Dead Lake.

The only thing that moves, except for the occasional bubble in the middle of the lake.

One, two, three......

Jiang Chanji's consciousness was very weak, staring blankly at the bubbles, and the small piece of lake that gushed out the bubbles, if it weren't for that, he couldn't even be sure if time was passing.

It smells so good!

He suddenly smelled a scent, the smell of food, and then woke up under the lure of a gluttonous worm in his stomach.