"Huzi, Huzi, Huzi......" Mu Ge's eyes raised, passing by, but he didn't see Huzi, his voice was raised one by one, and finally choked in grief.

"You give me back the death"!

Everyone was startled, forgetting the pain on their bodies for a while, and looked at the vast sea through the faint light.

If it is swept away by the tsunami, I am afraid that there will be no chance of survival.

They couldn't help but sigh.

With a "bang", a head poked out of the water, not who the tiger was!

At the last moment he was hit by the waves, his head was dizzy, he seemed to have a dream, he dreamed of Gangzi, he dreamed of Biaozi, they kept shouting to him, encouraging him, to live, to live well!

When Mu Ge saw it, he grabbed the rope and jumped into the sea.

……

"Live well, all seven of us will get out alive"! Looking at the tiger that kept spitting out on the side of the ship, Mu Ge said firmly.

Heading towards the boundless darkness, the serpentine boat set sail again.

After this toss, the boat in the ocean had long lost its direction, and Zhuo Lei stretched out his hands, only a trace of breeze could be perceived, but he couldn't sense which direction the wind was blowing from, front, back, left, right, and left.

Thankfully, Master Ulla showed the way for the lost boat, and everyone followed his instructions and continued to row into the depths.

Persistence and persistence, on the surface of the sea, waves several meters high exist anytime and anywhere.

In fact, as far as the whole sea is concerned, it is already as smooth as a mirror, but the people in the sea are too small.

Sailing in absolute darkness is a torture for man, there can be no harbor on the sea, and the ship cannot be moored, which means that it is impossible to sleep.

Even if everyone is exhausted, they can only persevere, but no one knows how long they will persevere.

The atmosphere inside the ship was so low that it was almost dead silent, and the atmosphere was so quiet that one felt like a separate being.

Oh, yes! They are isolated, and loneliness and loneliness become a fear that invades everyone's nerves.

Those who are not a little strong-willed will have the illusion that they are about to die in the next moment.

Don't let this sentiment creep in! Thinking like this, Zhuo Lei said, "What? Everyone's stopped talking? Huzi has your favorite song "Sister Sitting on the Bow of the Boat".

"Okay"! Although he didn't have much energy left, when he heard Zhuo Lei's words, he still opened his voice and sang loudly: "My sister sits on the bow of the boat, my brother walks on the shore, and I love ...... love."

The melodious singing voice floated in the sea, although he only spread out a hundred meters, dozens of meters, but it seemed to carry hope for everyone.

"Huzi, has there ever been a sister who told you that in fact, your singing voice has run away"!

"Brother Muge, I will obey you in other aspects, singing...... Hey, hey"!

"You-"

"How about a folk song duet"?

"Come on, I'm afraid of you"!

It's just that Muge's voice is together, and everyone finally knows how good Huzi sang just now.

But no one stopped it, and it was an unknown whether he would be alive in the next second, so what else could not be accepted!

In the endless sea, they sang and roared, and laughed with tears at the same time!

……

It seems to have passed thousands of years, but according to Master Ula's calculations, they have spent eighteen hours and thirty-six hours in this underground sea.

What thirty-six hours it was!

Time was calculated from the first encounter with the tidal force like an underground tsunami, and then they were desperately competing with the speed of the waves, with no time and no direction.

So far, after six terrible tidal waves, accompanied by the cold, the frozen hands can no longer swing the oars, and everyone on board has to sit around to keep warm.

Drifting in the dark, although the currents of the underground sea no longer push them back, no one knows where they will drift next, and where will it end?

With one hand on his knee, he stared blankly at the open space in the middle of the circle, it turned out that the darkness was so terrifying, it was impossible to know what would happen in the next moment.

Everybody, sitting silently around the boat, this is an unguarded prison, where the Grim Reaper comes to inspect at regular intervals, taking away a living life at a time, and leaving no time for the living to grieve.

This is the River Styx, which can only float the undead, not a real brave man, and does not have the courage to step into it at all.

He couldn't help but wonder, without these teammates and everyone's mutual support, how long could he stay in such a dark environment?

I'm afraid it's already falling!

At this time, he, like Muge, had experienced real life and death, and the idea of killing his teammates was gone.

The silence continued, and in this dark, cold, lonely environment, they were experiencing a long drift of isolation.

Sky...... There is no trace of the bird flapping its wings...... But I'm proud because I've flew!

Muge chose to end his life with Tagore's poems, and he suddenly felt that his breath was free, and the air he inhaled was so fresh and comfortable.

The body was fluttering, like a feather floating in the air, and in the darkness, there were starlight, attracting him to stretch out his hand, and sigh faintly, "Starlight! We've finally reached ......."

The rest of the people on the ship all looked in the direction of his finger, and a miracle happened in that instant.

In the pitch-black dome of the seabed, a very faint and twinkling starlight suddenly appeared. If you hadn't turned off your searchlights, you wouldn't have noticed.

"Is it really Starlight? What kind of light is that? Huzi wondered.

When he first saw it, he saw a silver spider silk floating in the depths of the darkness, looming, not very real, Mu Ge needed to constrict his pupils to barely make out, but he firmly believed that it was light, and it must be the exit of light!

The surging air brought news from afar, the nose captured it, the lungs interpreted it, and the freshness and pleasure that had never been felt before came from that place where there was light.

The warmth contained in the warm breeze dispels the cold in the body, which is the power of light, the power to create life.

As it got closer, the silver silk grew thicker, it flowed and moved, it twisted and turned, it was a writhing ribbon, and the wooden grid could even see it, and the light that was like a pinprick shot out of the ribbon, shooting at himself, on the hull of the boat.

He opened his arms and greeted with his body, each ray of light brought new strength, and his body sucked greedily, and at that moment, the light took over all his vision.

There was only the dead silence and the darkness of the underground sea, and they crossed it!

The people lying in the boat also gradually felt the change of light, and the space that was originally only pitch black turned into a chaotic darkness.

It was a feeling that was hard to tell, dark and dark, but it was clearly different from before, as if there was something more, but I couldn't tell it at the moment.

Then they felt that the darkness was fading, like ink that was constantly being washed away by clear water, and their eyes were gradually regaining their vision, and they could even see the blurred outline of the rock top.

The journey from chaos to light took two hours for the darkness to subside.

Yes, this is what Zorley wrote down when he looked at his watch, and although the watch in his hand could no longer accurately reflect the time, it began to function again after all, beating vigorously like a heart that has risen from the dead.

The human heart, the instruments, the ship, and even the entire underground sea came to life, as if there was a power in the darkness that awakened everything.

Two hours later, even lying in the boat, you could see the light, which was a faint layer of silver, like the brilliance of the surface of the ship.

The entire Shambhala sky was shrouded in white clouds, and there was no blue sky or mountain peaks, only the long, narrow white gaps, in which countless white clouds rolled.

Those white clouds, not the white clouds that you see on a daily basis, change colors from time to time in the clouds, some like the glow, some like the aurora, and those rays come from nowhere, like lightning that breaks out during a thunderstorm, but the power is thousands of times greater.

The entire narrow ribbon of clouds glows with dazzling white light, illuminating the whole of Shambhala, creating a fluorescent tube-like sun.

Perhaps more accurately, the sky of Shambhala resembles a writhing snake with a silver glow.

Below the silver snake, you can see a real cloud, the color changes with the color of the sky, sometimes the fire is red, sometimes it is lightning blue, and then it is neon green, it seems that there are countless ceremonial flowers that keep exploding, that one is just wrapped in silver, this one is thousands of purples and thousands of reds, one is dyed in the forest, and the other shows the fire tree silver flower.

This is the sky of Shambhala, more like a big stage decorated with lights.

Beneath the huge white fluorescent lamps, countless neon flashes cast out.

That's another kind of beauty, that kind of beauty, which comes from the gift of nature, and can only be appreciated by those who see it, and the pen and ink are really indescribable.

The people in the cabin all looked up at the sky, forgetting where they were and the crisis around them, and froze for a moment.

Huzi couldn't help but yell at the other side of the sea: "Shambhala! Here we are!

"Shambhala, here we are!" Infected by his emotions, everyone roared in unison towards the fog.

Although there was still a fog ahead, and although Shambhala was still hidden in the fog, that roar seemed to wake up the sleeping history.

The group stood at the bow of the boat, their eyes piercing through the clouds, facing the sea breeze, and the waves crashing against the boat.

Shambhala, after decades of silence, will once again welcome the footsteps of a new person!

It was as if Shambhala had responded to their cries, and in the distance, a cacophony could be heard from the dark depths behind them.

The people who are still alive on the ship have already experienced it, and it is the sound of the dark tide surging!

Finally there is an unknown number of tides, only this time, a huge wave will push them towards Shambhala, the most holy place in legend.