Wu Xie looked at Zhang Tuanfei and suddenly asked: "Do you remember what the old Liu Tou in the village told us, the legend of the Huangquan Waterfall and the galloping soldiers and horses in the mountains that the Taoist priest of the Qing Dynasty said in ancient times?" ”

Zhang Tuanfei nodded and said, "Of course I remember, it is said that there is a Huangquan Waterfall in the Tianmen, and this waterfall is the passage of the two worlds of Yin and Yang." ”

Wu Xie said, "Do you think there is any connection between the legend here and the ultimate? ”

Zhang Tufei was obviously stunned, he scratched his head and said, "I really don't know this." ”

Wu Xie obviously had a look of loss on his face, and he took a probe and said, "Forget it." ”

Zhang Tufei opened his mouth, the words he wanted to comfort were stuck in his throat, and he was silent.

While resting, Wu Xie began to check the equipment to see how much was left. It's a pity that they have relied on materialization ability all the way, and in terms of weapons at the moment, they only have two daggers on their bodies, and they have no hot weapons. In other aspects, Wu Xie looked at the deflated backpack, reached out and pulled it out, and couldn't conjure any food.

Zhang Tufei felt that these were useless, but there was nothing to throw away. After repeated rectification, Wu Xie did not find any lighting tools, Zhang Tuofi's flashlight had been completely broken when he jumped the waterfall, and Wu Xie didn't know where to fall for a long time, and it was not feasible to swim over with a torch.

"Wu Xie." Zhang Tufei suddenly shouted.

Wu Xie stiffened, he turned his head to look at him blankly, and asked, "What do you call me?" ”

Zhang Tuanfei smiled proudly, he did deliberately imitate the voice of his family patriarch just now, as if he had found something funny, and at that moment he did feel the man in front of him, and his heart skipped a beat.

Wu Xie's face was obviously not very good-looking, and he said coldly: "Call me Little Third Master." ”

Zhang Tufei said disapprerovingly: "You'd better get used to it quickly, otherwise one day when you encounter an enemy who can imitate other people's voices, you will be very passive." ”

Wu Xie nodded, looked at the darkness around him, and said, "Let's pile up these firewood, burn the fire bigger, and then swim through the firelight, so that even if we can't swim, we can swim back to the firelight, what do you say." ”

Zhang Tufei knew that this was the only feasible way, and said, "That's okay." ”

They took off all their clothes and stuffed them all into their shriveled backpacks, then picked up some long strips of rotten wood, made a few torches, put them in the waterproof layer of the backpacks, and then lit a fire, and after warming themselves sufficiently, they jumped into the water and began to swim towards the waterfall with the sound of the water.

The water was not as cold as the first time, but rather a little warm.

After swimming for about five minutes, the sound of the water gradually became louder, Wu Xie and Zhang Tuofi stopped, treading water, while listening to the movements around them, trying to judge the direction before swimming.

At this time, not far from them, something suddenly struck on the water, and they quickly turned back, but they were too far away from the fire to see what it was.

Zhang Tuofi vigilantly pulled out the dagger pinned to his waist, looked around vigilantly, protected Wu Xie behind him, and asked, "Little Third Master, can you feel anything abnormal in the water?" ”

Wu Xie ignored his question, and instead asked, "Isn't it called Wu Xie?" ”

Zhang Tufei was momentarily choked by Wu Xie's question, and he chose to remain silent.

Wu Xie didn't continue to dwell on the matter of the title, and then asked, "Why do you think I can sense the situation in the water?" ”