The sleeves were slightly pulled up because of the action of holding the cup, revealing a black tattoo on the inside of Bai Zili's wrist.

……

After entering the water, he was faced with the swarming devil grass, and these devil grass seemed to be crazy and rushed towards Qian Yu, seemingly not interested in other prisoners at all.

And Qian Yu didn't seem to be interested in these devil grasses at all, and swam directly towards the bottom of the lake.

The speed was so fast that the dark man behind him almost formed a wall, preventing the Devil Grass from approaching Qianyu.

But the devil grass is not vegetarian either, and the wall formed by the dark warrior is under the hard barbs of the devil grass, and it will be broken through after a while, only heading towards Qianyu.

Qian Yu's speed was fast, like a slippery loach, and with the fact that the dark man blocked the attack of the devil grass for her for a short time, she almost reached the bottom of the lake without any new injuries on her body.

It was exactly the same scene as in the dream, but after reaching the bottom of the lake, Qian Yu's heart was trembling incomparably, and her head couldn't even think anymore, she was afraid that the prediction in the nightmare was true, she was afraid of picking up the dirt in front of her, and what was buried below was really Xiang Qiuzhi's body.

Qian Yu's eyes were red, tears melted into the cold lake water, Qian Yu turned his head to look at the dead layer after layer of dark warriors, and mustered up his courage, and then reached out and began to dig.

Under the mud at the bottom of the slippery lake, there were thorns of devil grass, even harder than the barbs on devil grass, and soon Qian Yu's hands were bloody and fleshy.

But digging and digging, Qian Yu suddenly stiffened.

As the scene from the nightmare reappears, a withered hand suddenly appears.

Qian Yu was frightened, and instantly stopped the movement in his hand, that hand was different from Xiang Qiuzhi's hand in the nightmare, but Qian Yu's head was still numb, if the body was thrown into the bottom of the lake, then it would definitely rot, I don't know how long Xiang Qiuzhi was thrown into the bottom of the lake.

Therefore, Qian Yu couldn't be sure whether the hand in front of him was Xiang Qiuzhi or not.

Qian Yu trembled with fear, she didn't dare, she didn't dare to bear the heartbreak of losing Xiang Qiuzhi.

And suddenly, the figure around him flashed, and the fish-scaled prisoner suddenly stepped forward, desperately began to dig up, dragging the hands desperately outward, but the hands did not move.

The fish scale turned his eyes to look at Qian Yu, who was still in an extremely uncontrollable fear, and a trace of anxiety flashed in his dark eyes.

burst

Suddenly, a devil grass penetrated the chest of the fish scales, and the blood stained the lake red, and then all the devil grass rushed towards the exposed arm, and he didn't even care about Qian Yu on the side.

Qian Yu's eyes were wide open, ignoring fear and sadness, and digging desperately, but the devil grass pierced all over Qian Yu's body like crazy.

Qian Yu didn't feel the pain, and she couldn't feel the water temperature around her getting higher and higher.

Suddenly, the hand was on hand and grabbed Qian Yu's wrist.

Qian Yu was startled, the digging action stopped, and something in his head suddenly exploded, Qian Yu was shocked, and wanted to get rid of the withered hand on his wrist, but that hand seemed to have grown on Qian Yu's wrist.

You can't get rid of it no matter what.

Where skin touches, a piece is hot.

Even if Qianyu no longer digs hard, Qianyu can feel that the hand is breaking through the obstacles with her strength.

Slowly no longer hand, the withered yellow man with only a layer of skin and bones slowly broke free from the bottom of the lake.

(End of chapter)