The deep blue bottom of the lake gave me a lot of imagination, but I never imagined that I would see these things at the bottom of the lake.

The wooden buildings were completely covered in sediment, much like part of a shipwreck, and I couldn't look closely at them in this light, but I was sure that I was looking at an ancient Yao village sunk at the bottom of the lake.

It was dark down the slope deeper, and there must have been something below the dark shadows, all of which I guess were stilted wooden buildings.

What's going on? Why are there all these at the bottom of the lake? Could it be that there was a massive flash flood here that caused the mountain to collapse and submerge what was once a village?

Looking at this gloomy green ancient building, my whole mind was confused, and I even forgot about the surrounding environment, just staring blankly at the situation in front of me.

I was in a daze, and suddenly I was shocked, I began to float, pulled the rope like an umbilical cord, and found that the rope that I had been holding on to was finally broken, and then I felt the suffocating water pressure rushing to my face again, and I couldn't care about the situation in front of me, and struggled to swim forward.

It was a feeling that was hard to describe, with the help of buoyancy I rose very fast, surrounded by darkness, the circle of light gradually brightened, my brain began to lack oxygen, only felt that the circle of light was getting more and more foggy, as if swimming to heaven.

The last thing the drowned person saw was probably this kind of scene, I said in my heart, in the last few seconds my qi had reached the limit, my mind went blank, there was a white light in front of me, and then I suddenly felt my face loosen, and the white light around me contracted, and at the same time I heard the sound of water and other indistinguishable sounds, and saw the surface of the lake.

I barely had the strength to breathe in that first breath, and that breath was almost bursting with all my strength, and by the time I finally filled my lungs with air, I almost fainted—oh my God, I've lived for decades, and I've never felt so good breathing.

Then I began to gasp for air, swallowing the air almost in horror, and gradually everything around me eased.

When I was fully conscious, I looked up at my watch and saw that it had only been a little over a minute between the time I dived and the time I surfaced, and I felt like hours. The underwater environment and what I saw was so shocking that I felt out of place.

In normal times, I don't hold my breath for such a short time, and it seems that swimming pools and deep lakes are completely different things, and I was naïve.

The fat man and the raft were thirty meters away from me, probably because I used the wrong force when I finally rushed out of the water and went off course. I swam towards the fat man, swam back to the raft, and the fat man asked me why I had come so quickly.

I just wanted to speak, but suddenly I felt that my lips were very hot, and when I touched it, I had a nosebleed. Then my ears and whole body began to hurt, and I began to feel dizzy, and I almost got out of the raft and sank, and in a trance I felt that I was being dragged by the fat man, and I vaguely heard him say to me: "I cāo, you float too fast, and your blood vessels burst!" ”

Fortunately, the dizziness was fleeting, and I quickly recovered. I'm not a professional diver, and it seems that the body structure is really not suitable for this kind of zìyóu diving. I got on the raft again, watching the steady stream of nosebleeds running down my face to my chin and then dripping into the water, and I was vaguely worried about whether my internal organs had been damaged.

The fat man temporarily plugged my nostrils with his handkerchief and asked me what was the matter? Why is it so urgent.

I raised my head to let the nosebleed back, and at the same time told me what I saw, and the fat man was dumbfounded, and then he didn't believe it, this kind of thing, I didn't see it with my own eyes, I don't know what it was. He said he was going down to have a look, but I stopped him and told him that it was definitely more than what we had measured, and that it was too dangerous to go down alone.

At this time, there was another sound of water, and the stuffy oil bottle also floated, and he took a big breath. The place where he appeared was just over two meters from the raft and was obviously much calmer than I was.

I looked at my watch, and dived for about a minute more than I did, and he swam to the raft with great difficulty, and helped him with one hand, and the fat man was just about to ask how the situation was, when the other hand of the stuffy oil bottle suddenly brought something out of the water and threw it on the raft, and the water splashed all over our faces.

Before I could see it clearly, the fat man exclaimed, "I'm cāo, what the hell is this!" ”