In the midst of a boiling wave, Ming Chuan saw a dark shadow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The shadow was so large that it didn't look like a human.

After the splash, the river caused a huge wave.

Ming Chuan put his hand into his shirt and took out the net bell, and the white mist rose, and his eyes and hair turned gray and white.

Then the waves hit him.

I only felt a huge pressure coming to the sky, Rao was prepared, and he was also slapped black by this wave.

Just as he wanted to open his mouth, the water rushed into his mouth crazily, and Ming Chuan was agitated and hurriedly closed his mouth tightly.

His body was uncontrollably swept into the river by the current, but fortunately he reacted in time and hugged the guardrail of the bridge at the moment when he was about to slide off the bridge.

In order to avoid the impact of the current, Ming Chuan squatted down, holding the guardrail with one hand and protecting his head and face with the other.

After the waves crashed, the river calmed down.

The boiling blisters were all gone, as if they had never happened, and if it weren't for the remaining river water on the bridge and the soaked clothes, Ming Chuan would have thought that it was just a dream.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound of "jingle bell" in my ears.

The net bell rang spontaneously without him shaking.

Ming Chuan felt a little strange and lowered his head to look at the cyan bell in his hand. He was surprised to find that the net bell emitted a faint light in his hand, which had never happened before.

The cyan jade surface has a warm luster like a bright moon hanging high in the sky, which is very soft. The center of the net bell is empty, and there are no flakes, and it usually makes a crisp bell like an ordinary bell under the shaking of the Meikawa. But now, Mingchuan didn't move, but it rang out spontaneously.

"Jingle bell", the surface of the bell vibrates slightly, and with the vibration, the bell rings again.

Mingchuan felt a little puzzled, and Jingling's state was a little wrong.

The temperature of the air around him became cold before he knew it, cold to the bone, and the cold hairs on his body stood on end.

Standing up suddenly, a thick black mist rose on the surface of the river around him. Under the cover of this black mist, the surface of the water became blurred.

The black fog seemed to be slowly rising, and soon rose to the top of the arch of the bridge, and when I stood on the side of the guardrail and looked down, I could no longer see the hole in the arch bridge.

The white mist that dispersed around Mingchuan was also affected by this black fog, and it was gradually eroded by the darkness.

Soon, Mingchuan was surrounded by this black mist.

It was pitch black around and under his feet, and he couldn't see his feet when he lowered his head.

The stars were still twinkling overhead, but soon, even the sky was obscured by fog.

The chill went straight to his bone marrow, and the sound of gurgling kept ringing in his ears, as if someone was blowing blisters in his ear.

The sensation in the limbs became strange, and they disappeared without a trace as if they had been swallowed by the black mist. I want to move my hands and feet, but I can't feel it at all. The brain gives instructions, but there is no response.

Because his vision was obscured by the black fog, Ming Chuan couldn't see whether his hands and feet had moved. All the senses were paralyzed by the black mist.

In addition to the darkness, there was only a flash of cyan fluorescence.

The soft light came out of the black mist, and Ming Chuan suddenly remembered that he still held the net bell in his hand.

Trying to shake his arms, he didn't know if he had succeeded or not, but then a crisp bell rang in his ears.

"Jingle, Jingle, Jingle"

The crisp sound of the bell drowned out the sound of water murmuring in his ears, and his heart instantly calmed down.

The black mist seemed to flinch a little, and his vision widened a little.

With the ringing of the bell, the masked senses gradually returned to themselves. Feeling normal.

Mingchuan turned his neck to see what was going on around him.

A cold dampness struck.

Then, he found himself completely submerged in the icy water. The stone bridge that had been standing shook above his head through the water, getting farther and farther away from him.

Choked on his saliva for a while, and Ming Chuan immediately held back his breath.

When did you fall overboard?

It was too late to think about it, the air in his lungs had already been declared urgent, and it was clear that he had been in the water for some time, and the lack of oxygen and carbon dioxide had stimulated his respiratory central nervous system, making him desperately want to open his mouth to inhale. Ming Chuan tightened his teeth, kicked his legs hard and stroked his arms upwards, trying to surface.

As soon as I paddled twice, I felt my body sink.

As soon as Ming Chuan turned around, he saw an arm stretched out from the dark depths of the river, grabbing his ankle tightly.

It was a right hand, and judging by its appearance, it should belong to a woman. His skin was pale, his fingers were long, and his wrists were thin, but his grip was extremely strong, and he felt a tingling pain when he grabbed Ming Chuan's ankle like this.

Kicked twice and couldn't get rid of that hand, Mingchuan couldn't, so he had to turn around and shake the net bell in his hand towards that arm.

The sound sounds a little different in the water than it does on the ground, but it doesn't take away from the effect.

The moment the bell rang, his arm tightened suddenly, and then, as if frightened, he let go of his hand.

Ming Chuan immediately retracted his foot, and regardless of that arm, he turned around and swam towards the water.

There was the sound of rushing water behind him, as if something was chasing him.

Ming Chuan looked behind him out of the corner of his eye as he looked upstream.

I was shocked when I saw it.

Out of the darkness stretched out two slender and miserable white arms, which looked like the two arms of the same person, but the other parts of the person's body could not be seen, as if the person's entire body had become transparent except for the arms, which looked very strange.

And the two arms were not forbidden, and they were desperately paddling towards him.

The two arms paddled extremely fast, like a wind-wound doll, mechanically doing the movements, without the slightest pause, and soon narrowed the distance between them and Mingchuan.

After catching up with Ming Chuan, two pale hands unceremoniously grabbed his calf and dragged him hard towards the bottom of the water.

At this time, Mingchuan was less than half a foot away from the river, but he couldn't shorten it even by this half a foot.

Shaking the net bell again at the ghost hand behind him, after the bell rang, the movements of the two ghost hands hesitated and paused, but they did not let go as before.

The patience of his lungs had reached its limit, and Ming Chuan couldn't help but open his mouth.

The river spilled into his mouth, down his throat and into his stomach.

The wings of the nose dilate involuntarily, and the airways are filled with fluid.

Choked on the icy river water, he coughed twice, and his whole body struggled uncontrollably.

Mingchuan knew that he was in danger now.

"Lord Mingchuan!" Shadow Lan's call rang in his ears.