Because the eyes are generally closed and there is no breathing when diving, people at this time are the most defenseless and vulnerable. Demons like to possess or haunt people when they are not defensive. Moreover, water spirits are infinitely powerful in the water, but they are weak when they leave the water, and they are more powerful in deep water than in shallow water.

Therefore, for water spirits, the person who snorkels is the safest temptation.

When I was a child, I was afraid of water ghosts, firstly, because there were often trees and grass by the pond, not to mention water ghosts, even if there was a small animal making a sound of rustling, it would also seep people; The second reason is that the places where the legend of water ghosts are rife have basically drowned, and there are psychological hints invisibly.

But in this special swimming pool, there are no trees and grass, and I have not heard of people drowning here, how can there be water ghosts?

I stood by the pool, toes as close to the edge as possible, stretched my arms, ready to dive headlong into the water, and dive fifty meters away in one breath like I did in the laundry pond in my hometown. The pool wasn't long enough, so I might have to dive to the opposite side and kick the wall with my foot and back again.

I jumped lightly, and when I was in the air, I heard the sound of the fish's tail plucking the water.

With a "poof", I plunged into the water.

My hands touched the tiles at the bottom of the pool, and my legs hurriedly swam with my hands, sneaking forward as fast as I could. At the bottom of the water, I suddenly remembered a friend who had drowned when I was a child, and he was also very fond of diving, but often could not move in a straight line. A few of us often compete to see who can dive the farthest, and when the other people come to the surface in the middle of the pond or further ahead, he always leans towards the left bank and swims in an arc. Maybe he swam farther than us, but lost because he took a detour. In this way, he often struggles to swim. Because the others either swim a little longer to the other side, and swim a short distance to return directly. And he was far from the places where he could go ashore on both sides. Sometimes, when he swam only three or four meters from the shore, he could no longer hold back and shouted, "Come and help me!" The other companions hurriedly went into the water and pulled him ashore.

Later, he drowned. He was the only one swimming in the pond at that time, and no one was pulling him on the shore.

I suddenly felt a little panicked at the bottom of the water, wondering if I would be able to keep moving in a straight line after not swimming for many years.

When I think about it, my hands and feet are a little flustered.

At that moment, it was as if something was holding my foot.

At first, I thought my feet were cramping because of the low water temperature, so I hurriedly kicked my feet twice. But when I retracted after pedaling, I felt that not only did I not move forward, but my body also stepped back a little.

It must have been entangled in something.

But I've seen it on the shore, and there's nothing in the pool to stumble on!

Regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, I opened my eyes under the water. When I was a child, I never wore diving glasses when I was swimming, and diving glasses were a rare thing at that time, but after getting used to it, I felt that wearing diving glasses was redundant and cumbersome.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I panicked even more.

In front of me, there was a dense black aquatic weed!

The aquatic plants swayed in the water in waves, as if they were countless slender tapeworms.

I think my feet are tangled in these things. But why didn't I see these things when I was on the shore? Could it be a trick?

I swung my arms hard, hoping to break free from its entanglement with the help of upward force. There was no one on the shore at this time, no one could help me. Even if there are people on the shore, I am in the water at this time, and I can't shout.

Only on your own!

No matter how hard I paddled or kicked my legs, I couldn't float any more distance. At the same time, it became harder and harder to hold the breath in my mouth. I knew that if I didn't get to the surface as soon as I could, I would suffocate in a few moments.

At this point, I calmed down, and instead of paddling desperately up, I swam under the black weeds, grabbed my knees with my hands, and then stroked down.

The black aquatic weed didn't wrap around my feet tightly, and my hand spread out with a slight tug.

But when my hand moved to my ankle, I touched something else! It was that thing that grabbed my feet!