I knew Scar must have been swept into the depths of the maelstrom, but I still called out his name.

The result is obvious, the scar has no echo.

I'm still spinning along the whirlpool, and I'm getting dizzy, presumably too fast.

Although I was a little dizzy, I knew in my heart that I couldn't go on like this, otherwise it would end up the same as Scar's.

I reached out and scratched upwards, hoping to catch something, if not something that would pull me out of the water, but at least help me control my body and keep me here.

At first, I had a glimmer of hope, thinking that there was no end to the world, but after a mess, I despaired. This time is different from the past, although the underground river space is not large, but there is no place to help me borrow strength, maybe there will be the edge of the underground river, but I can't get out now, I can't escape the control of the whirlpool at all.

I knew that the struggle at this moment was useless, even if I wanted to get out of danger in my heart, I was powerless to resist, and I couldn't fight against the whirlpool at all.

After a few seconds, I felt a strong force under my feet, and before I could react, my whole body was pulled downward. All at once it dragged me into the depths, no, it wasn't pulled, it was sucked in, to be exact.

I could distinctly feel myself being sucked into a pipe-like space, and I was following the rapid downward impact of the current, my whole body spinning in the water, my arms and legs, and my head occasionally hitting the edge.

It seemed to be a downhill slope, not far from the whirlpool above, but the pipe-like space was wide enough that if it were any smaller, I would have been killed.

I tried to control my body, but I couldn't, and the more I tried to control it, the more severe the impact became. Later, I simply didn't deliberately control it, and simply let my body spin in the water, not because it was comfortable to spin in the water, but because of the pain of the impact, I didn't dare to control it anymore.

I don't know how many laps I made in the water, until the rotation slowed down, and I realized that I was getting farther and farther away from the whirlpool.

The speed of my body spinning has slowed down, but I am so deprived of oxygen at this time that my chest and lungs are about to explode.

I didn't know if I was going to die, but I felt like my whole body was tense and my head was swollen.

Before I came to the desert, I thought that I might not be able to go back, and that's what we do, treating every time I go down as if it was the last, and only then will I focus on each time. But I never imagined that I would die in the desert water, which is probably the greatest irony of my life.

Just when I thought my life was over, the flow of water beneath my feet suddenly changed. It felt like the faucet was turned on, squirting water and me out at once.

I could feel myself falling into the water in another dimension, and then I began to flow down the current of that space again.

The water here is still flowing fast, but I can't hold on anymore, I really want to hold on to it, but my body can't bear it.

I've taken my last breath to the limit. For a while, my mind was blank, and I only felt extreme pain in my chest, and I opened my mouth unconsciously.

When the first sip of water was poured into my mouth, I suddenly woke up, but it was too late, followed by the second and third sips...... It wasn't the water I wanted to drink, it was all so reluctant.

I realized that I really couldn't do it anymore, my whole body was convulsing, and I was going to die!

My consciousness began to blur, I don't know how long I had been struggling in the water, but for a moment, I felt something scratch at my clothes. Of course, at this time the consciousness is vague, or there is or not, I can't judge.

After that, I don't know anything. I thought I was going to fight the Lord of Black and White Impermanence, but they never came to me.

After a while, I felt someone around me, and he kept circling around me, either hitting me in the face or patting me on the stomach, which made me feel very uncomfortable.

After a while, my hearing returned, and I vaguely heard the sound of fighting and scolding not far away, but I couldn't hear it very clearly, I didn't know if it was scolding or laughter, in short, the sound was very chaotic and complicated, as if there were many people laughing at me.

At that moment, I thought that I was really dead, without the slightest hope of living, and I actually became a joke after death. I was not dying of thirst in the desert, but I was drowned in the desert water, which is a joke no matter how it sounds, a big joke that has been heard through the ages.

After a while, my mind began to clear, all consciousness gradually returned, and the pain all over my body followed.

I wanted to move but I couldn't, I felt like my body didn't belong to me, and I didn't listen to me. I tried to touch something with my fingers, but I found that the nerves in my fingers seemed to be broken, and the movements in my heart could not be conveyed to my fingers.

The scene was still a little blurry, there seemed to be a bright light here, and I could see the blurry stone wall above, but I couldn't see how high it was.

I stopped trying to move my body and put all my energy into fighting the pain, until I got used to the pain and didn't think about what had happened.

I remember vividly the time I fell into the water, the whirlpool that I was sucked into, the first sip of water I took when I opened my mouth, and the person surrounding me when I was unconscious.

I remember that I was already dead in the water, how could I be here? It made me feel a little weird, I could feel myself breathing, I wasn't dead, but what was going on? Have I been saved? The one who saved me was the one who slapped me when I was confused? If it was he who saved me, what about others? Why isn't it around me?

For a while, one question mark after another appeared in my mind, and I knew that this kind of thinking at this time was useless, I had to get up, I had to see this place clearly, and I would only know what was going on when I saw it with my own eyes.

I started trying to move my body again, and this time my fingers were instructed to move, which made me feel happy, but just a few finger movements were not enough for me to do it. I had to try more, until one hand could support the ground, I barely supported my body, but my upper body was less than ten centimeters off the ground, and I fell again, I really didn't have the strength to support myself.

It may have been my attempt, which was seen by the rescuers, and when I fell, I heard a rush of footsteps running towards me.