While this may sound like a workable method, it is not an easy task to trap a coffin in murky water.

Coupled with Uncle Jiu's flickering just now, everyone's hearts were clouded, in the dim light.

The black water in the tomb seems to be like the ocean, and I know that the black sea in this tomb must also be connected to the ocean outside the island.

As for why the sea water is black, this may only be explained according to the statement of the Ninth Uncle's metaphysical feng shui.

The cold and biting sea water submerged Little Whiteface's body little by little, and an extra nylon rope was tied around his waist.

If there is any danger to him in the water, the fat man and I will rescue him from the water as soon as possible.

The fat man and I looked at his fair figure and really sweated for him, this guy must not have suffered such a big sin on weekdays.

"It's good to stay in the United States, why do you have to find a third-world mirror."

I thought to myself that since this guy is willing to work so hard, he must be burdened with unknown secrets, and if he makes any mistakes, his 10 million will really be in vain.

It wasn't until the little white face who was submerged in the black water made an OK gesture at us, and then took a deep breath and plunged into the sea completely.

Uncle Nine and the fat man didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and the safety rope with the little white face in their hands was tightened little by little.

At this time, even the always honest dragon boy began to be a little afraid of the black sea, and the dark and dim light made us unable to see the edge of the inside of the tomb, but it felt that it was surprisingly large.

It is two or three times larger than the square where the terracotta warriors and horses were stored before.

Time passed minute by minute, and at the beginning, the little white face would still surface and take a big breath of air.

But then a few minutes later, the Black Sea, which had always been turbulent and crashing, calmed down, as if it were dead silent.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the fat man and I hurriedly collapsed the safety rope of the little white face in our hands and began to pull desperately to the shore.

This time, the strength in my hands seemed to be under some kind of inexplicable resistance, and I thought to myself, how could this guy's emaciated physique be so heavy in the water.

It wasn't until the dragon boy reached out to join our team that the whole nylon rope began to poke out of the water little by little.

I gritted my teeth and said to Uncle Jiu, who was frowning beside me.

"I don't feel right, or you keep holding the dagger in my hand, and if it doesn't come out of the water, it's not a little white face and stab it."

It has been a full 15 minutes since the time, and it has been 8 minutes since the last time the American little white face came out of the water for ventilation.

In these 8 minutes, it is impossible for even professional divers to hold their breath in the water for so long.

Uncle Nine felt that what I said made some sense, so he immediately took the dagger I handed over, and the four people on the shore all hoped that the little white face in the water would be safe.

Otherwise, if you lose a life, this trip will really be in vain.

The flashlight placed on the shore suddenly flickered at this moment, and then completely extinguished, and it seemed that this time it was really out of power.

Fortunately, the light reflected by the calm Black Sea barely allowed us to see the scenery a meter or two away from us, and the safety rope in our hands did not dare to relax at all.

"I'm working hard, and I'm almost out of the water."

The fat man shouted so that everyone suddenly exerted force, and the green tendons on the forehead of the dragon boy burst out, and in an instant, it seemed that there was enough strength to pull the nylon rope out of the water for more than half a meter.

At this time, I had a bold inference in my heart, what was tied in the rope was definitely not an American little white face, how could a person's weight be so exaggerated.

But just now, it was obvious that I had tied a dead knot on his waist with my own hands, and even if he was unfortunately killed, he would not be able to get off the safety rope.

Until a huge shadow suddenly appeared on the surface of the water, which really confirmed my suspicion.

"It's a coffin."

The fat man muttered to himself, but he didn't expect that the safety rope that was originally trapped on the waist of the little white face turned into a coffin under the water.

No wonder the other rope that was originally used to tie the coffin did not move in the water, but why did not the figure of the little white face be seen.

Could it be that he was drowned.

At this time, the fat man and I have the same doubts, even if he is not the owner of the person in charge of this operation, it is a living human life, if there is really an accident, the fat man and I will have a troubled conscience.

"He's not supposed to be on this trip."

The fat man couldn't help but curse angrily, and then began to undress his clothes, and I wanted to stop him from going into the sea to find the trace of the little white face.

Unexpectedly, this time the bottom of the water actually began to breed whirlpools.

The huge whirlpool on the water is getting bigger and bigger, and it seems that there is an infinite suction force that can suck us in on the shore.

At this moment, I vaguely saw the pale skin of the little white face rolling in the water, and it seemed as if he had passed out.

This time I couldn't say anything more, and before I could tie the safety rope to myself, I jumped into the water in a rage.

The sudden whirlpool pulled me and Little White Face so hard that it felt like we were in a huge washing machine.

This metaphor may be comical, but it is very true.

"Ganzi, take the rope."

The fat man stood on the shore and shouted, and pulled the rope in his hand.

At that moment, I saw that the huge coffin had been dragged to the shore by Long Tsai and Uncle Nine, and Uncle Nine didn't seem to care much about our lives and deaths.

He stood on the shore and carefully examined the black-brown iron coffin, which was covered with rust.

Only the fat man desperately shouted my name, for fear that I would have some mistakes and accidents.

"Gooooooo

The sound of the water echoed in my ears, and the air that I had been pressing in my heart could no longer be suppressed.

Then a rapid and suffocating feeling came to my mind, and I didn't know if I grabbed the rope handed by the fat man, so I closed my eyes completely.

At the moment when I was on the verge of death, I thought of a lot, I thought of Xiaoya, who was still a minor, and Xiaoyue, who left me ruthlessly.

For more than a year, I have suppressed that emotion for her from time to time, and if I had this $10 million, would she leave that rich Japanese businessman and come back to me again?

In my dream, I recalled the scene when I first met her, the old hospital building built on the tomb of a general of the Yuan Dynasty.

She was staring at me in a white lab coat, with a butterfly hairpin on her head and a pineapple-flavored lollipop in her hand.

"Look at what a nerd, you've figured it out to be my man

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At this moment, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

I don't know if the crying in the dream was discovered by others, but when I woke up again, I was woken up by the sharp pain from the wound on my body.

"Xiaoyue, are you really so ruthless and plan to abandon me and the child?"

"Oops."

The sharp pain in my leg instantly hurt my teeth, and the little white face sitting next to me was drinking the fresh water that had been brought with me.

My sudden awakening instantly frightened him.

"Gan... Mr. Gan, it's really good that you're okay. ”

I looked at the pitch black environment in front of me and felt a little dazed, and the ground was stained with large patches of black water.

Little White Face and I were both soaked in the water, and we didn't see the fat man or anyone else.