The little scholar Qingwen descended along the smooth and wet wall of the well for a long time, and Wei Xiaobao, who was lying on the edge of the well, heard a very small popping sound.

At the moment of falling into the water, the little scholar instinctively glanced at the well, but at this time, when he saw a round of "full moon" in the sky, the little scholar couldn't help but secretly sigh: "My big monster, how deep is this well?!"

The water in the well was so cold that it seemed so huge that the little scholar could even swim out. There was nothing to see in the four corners, and the little scholar didn't have time to think about anything else, so he let the inexplicable force at the bottom of the well drag him and continue to fall to the bottom of the well.

The deep stillness of the well and the unusually cold water made the little scholar's mind clearer, since she was able to use the foundation she had trained in the Great Wilderness Mountain to drive her divine sense.

The little scholar's consciousness can be at the mercy of his mind in the depths of the extremely quiet well, and he can perceive it farther than ever before......

She had never been so easy to drive her consciousness before. The consciousness is like a thin, continuous "finger wrapping softness", gently piercing into the lake, like a knife easily cutting through the clear butter.

"Finger Wrapping" goes deep into the dim and boundless well water...... With the help of her divine sense, the little scholar Qingwen could perceive a nearly transparent silverfish blowing out a lazy bubble, which twisted and swayed left and right, and then rushed away, which made the little scholar Qingwen really feel fun.

The follower's divine consciousness continued to dive downward, and the denser and denser aquatic plants around her made Qingwen feel suffocated.

"The bottom of this well seems to be bottomless and unfathomable! ”

Unexpectedly, the scene in front of me changed in a breath of effort—except for the dead silence and dark well water......

As his consciousness passed through the long, narrow, weed-covered tunnel at the bottom of the lake, he circled in the water until he was stunned by the sight in front of him, and he didn't care about his frozen body and swam forward—

The corals are jagged, the aquatic plants are like forests, and all kinds of fish of all kinds and names are shuttling among them......

Suddenly, Qingwen felt that her whole body was pulled by a strong gravitational force, and then, she involuntarily moved forward at a rapid speed. Half a sound, the moving Shaoyi realized that he had encountered a whirlpool.

The huge whirlpool was wrapped in and carried a lot of unknown things, that is, the suction power it emitted became stronger and stronger, and the few who swam on the edge of the whirlpool were pushed around all the time, and the whole body was torn and swollen by this earth-shattering force.

Fortunately, Qingwen is on the edge of the whirlpool.

The whirlpool whirled and spun non-stop, like a god with a huge appetite, passing by Qingwen's side in circles.

Even the small embroidery needle on her body was sucked over, and Qingwen hurriedly reached for it, and as a result, the whole person and the embroidery needle were forcibly pulled by the whirlpool and held in the center of the whirlpool.

The whirlpool muddied everything in the water, and even her increasingly faint "Divine Sense Probe" was cut off from her thoughts.

The little scholar Qingwen seems to be pounding the garlic cloves in the garlic mortar, not counting if she is knocked out, she is also beaten repeatedly and is about to be crushed into garlic paste.

All she could do at this time was to turn off all the senses, give up the struggle, and resign herself to fate.

Qingwen, who struggles to return to a static state, allows the whirlpool to lead her to the unknown world at the bottom of the well.

......

I don't know how long it took, Qingwen felt something touched the soles of her feet.

It was a petrified coral.

At this time, the tearing of the water on the body gradually disappeared, no wonder Qingwen woke up. Touching her lower body, Qingwen was much more relieved.

"Am I at the bottom of the well?"

However, just when Qingwen was close to despair, something seemed to glow faintly at the end of the bottomless darkness.

"Isn't it pure karma and happiness right in front of you?" Qingwen was excited, and kept swimming over and swim over...... However, the fireflies flickered and were unpredictable.

Qingwen still couldn't see anything in the darkness, however, her divine sense saw a huge shell that was in front of her.

Qingwen stood outside the giant shellfish, as if she saw two huge plates clasped together in opposite directions. This plate is as tall as a four-story Tingli Pavilion.

Qingwen strongly drove her divine sense, and the "probe" immediately entered the inside of the shell.

In the round and juicy flesh of the shellfish, there is a huge pearl that keeps crying.

The pearl was enveloped in this sticky, age-old tear. On the pearl, there was a person lying there, and when she saw this person's appearance clearly, Qingwen couldn't help but gasp, "When did Baoyu come down?!"

This time, Qingwen was really anxious.

In desperation, she tried to pry open the shell with an embroidery needle, but the shell did not resist, but opened the shell cover instantly, and it wanted to swallow Qingwen alive as her own food.

Seeing that the shell was about to close again, the embroidery needle began to operate consciously without Qingwen waking up.

The top cover of the shell was held up by the gold thread shot out of the embroidery needle, and as soon as the shell opened, the lake overflowed.

The icy waters of the lake woke up the sleepy, tear-enveloped man.

Seeing Qingwen, Baoyu was so excited that she couldn't speak for a while. In fact, he wasn't really excited, but his mouth was full of mushy pearl slime.

Qingwen used an embroidery needle to pry up a sticky tear. Not only can the tears not be shaken off, but they are also superimposed on the embroidery needle, and the embroidery needle is about to become a cotton swab.

At this time, Qingwen only wanted to save Baoyu out quickly, and she didn't want to delay for a moment.

Tears are like resentful women, who pass by their own hands, they will not let go, who is touched, who is counted! The resentment released can be regarded as having a person to confide in, and it can be entangled.

Right now, the tears were like a brahma tree, covering the entire inside of the shell the size of the Sword Pavilion, and it not only captured Gugu, but the next step was to poison Qingwen as well, being paralyzed and losing the ability to resist.

Qingwen thought nervously: Because of the bottom of the well, the cold qi and blood in the body could not explode when it met the viscous, and at this moment, the gold thread emerging from the embroidery needle was still supporting the upper cover of the shell, and the shell was dead. It is fortunate that his embroidery needle is not corroded by tears, like a small cotton swab, dripping with syrup-like "resentful women's tears".

Qingwen, who has nothing to do, how can she rescue herself and Baoyu who appeared for no reason?

Looking at the size of the shell, it must be 1,800 years old, how can Qingwen fight with her?

Qingwen helplessly raised her head to look up, but saw a "full moon" shining in the sky...... She immediately had an epiphany, and everything she saw was a dream.