Something must have happened to the fat man and the stuffy oil bottle in this place, for some unknown reason, they untied the rope to the surface of the water, and then disappeared at the bottom of the lake dozens of meters deep.

Without scuba, they can only hold out underwater for a minute, and where can they go in this minute? I don't want to believe the weird claims of being devoured by water spirits. According to reality, they can only travel a maximum of twenty or thirty meters underwater, that is, unless there is a submarine under the water to pick them up at that time, they will not be able to do anything, and there will be nowhere to go. They should be around here.

But there was nothing around, and the bottom of the silent lake was open and unstable.

The strangest part of it was the removal of the helmet and the untying of the rope. On the one hand, this helmet is very cumbersome to put on, its zipper is behind the back and it is very long, even if you are given time to take it off, it may take ten to twenty seconds to take it off, and the fastest time to untie the rope is five seconds. These twenty-five seconds are still the time of the stuffy oil bottle, if it is a fat man, his kind of physique and psychological quality, I am afraid it will take longer. On the other hand, this helmet does not affect their movements, and can also be used as armor when attacked, so there is no need for them to take off their helmets.

What was it that made them want to take off their helmets?

Judging from the fact that the stuffy oil bottle also took off the helmet, this matter is definitely not a whim, and his xìng grid is very reliable, so taking off the helmet should be a very necessary move.

I don't think it's too dangerous, they take off their helmets calmly, and what they encounter is not urgent and ever-changing, such as being attacked by animals, or encountering strange things, but it should be something that allows them to think calmly and make judgments like "you can take off your helmet, there will be no danger" or "you can take off your helmet, the danger is under control".

Well, one thing is for sure, this must have happened nearby.

The step-by-step analysis made me gradually calm down, and I looked at the deep underwater ancient village below the stone slope, and suddenly felt a strange cold coming out of the ruins - could they be in the ancient village at the bottom of the lake? However, it is impossible to get to Guzhai from here in a minute. They are crazy to take off their helmets and swim there. That would be tantamount to suicide.

I tried to recreate the scene and see if there were any places around me where I had to untie the rope to get through, or where I had to remove my helmet to get through.

Surrounded by clean rocky beaches, I swam slowly and found that the situation here was very simple, with a strong searchlight and diving goggles in view. The only possible place was under the stone slope, near the edge of the stockade, where there were several huge rotten logs that had sunk to the bottom.

These rotten trees must have been big trees outside the village in the past, and now all the twigs and leaves have rotted into mud, and only the thick trunk is not completely rotten. Countless fallen branches piled up around it, forming a large pile of withered bushes, crisscrossed in large numbers and covered like rocks by the limestone of the water.

If the fat man finds something in it, he may untie the rope before entering, as the rope can easily get tangled in the branches, and the clumsy helmet prevents him from getting his head close to look at it.

Thinking about it, I suddenly had a chill, and suddenly had a very terrible thought in my head: at that time, maybe the fat man found something in this pile of branches, he untied the helmet and rope to see, and then he was trapped in it, and then the stuffy oil bottle also took off the helmet in order to save the fat man, and as a result, he was also trapped inside, and both of them drowned, so there was a strange result of not seeing the body.

If that were the case, I would be faced with a terrible sight - I would see the bodies of both of them in a pile of branches that had been underwater for two weeks. The reason why their bodies didn't surface may have been trapped in these ghost-clawed branches.

I didn't dare to go there, but then I forced myself to flip my flippers, because there was no way to escape it now.

Keeping my distance, I floated to the rotten wood, and the searchlight shone down, and I saw an area the size of a basketball court below, full of white branches, tangled together like barbed wire. The light shone through those branches, layer after layer below, if it was stuck in it, even the Da Luo Immortal would not be able to escape.

And in the tangled of these branches, there are indeed some large gaps, which seem to have been caused by someone forcibly breaking these branches, and the bodies of the fat man and the stuffy oil bottle are not seen in them.

I looked around and found that there was indeed none, so I breathed a sigh of relief, gritted my steel teeth and forced myself to sink close to the surface of the branch.

I looked at these branches with bated breath, and immediately saw that this branch must not be a dead person, many branches have been broken, and I can see from the fracture that the inside of these branches has actually rotted like mud powder, and it will be broken into several pieces when I touch it with my hand. They retain the shape of the branches only because they are supported by a thin layer of calcareous outside, like a very thin lime pipe. It couldn't eat, and even if it was trapped, it would all crumble into small lime flakes with a little struggle.

In these gaps, there were indeed countless lime flakes and broken "lime branches" piled up messily around, perhaps the fat man had searched for traces of the bones here. I pulled the searchlight closer and shone it down, but I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Apparently they didn't find anything.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly, if it weren't for this reason, I really couldn't think of what happened here, why it suddenly disappeared at the bottom of the lake, is it really as Agui said, what kind of lake ghosts are not going to happen here.

At that moment, I even had the idea that I wanted to take off my wetsuit and see what would happen, so I couldn't help but do such a ridiculous thing.

Below these rotten trees is the ancient village, I am in the perspective of looking down, all I see is the tile roof and can not see the inside, the searchlight is useless to hit the maximum, that little light is dizzy, but it makes the ancient village appear more quiet and deep.

I gathered my mind and was about to continue searching around, when the searchlight flicked, and at the moment I turned my head, I suddenly felt a change in the ancient village, and turned my head back again. Somewhere in the depths of the ancient village, a strange green light appeared at some point, and it seemed that a dim lone lamp had been lit.

Deep underwater, the cold halo of green sè seemed to be a phosphorus fire lit up from the netherworld, hazy, my brain suddenly went blank, like a nightmare, my heart beat faster, and I couldn't breathe in my chest.

I'm cāo, what's going on, what light is this? Could it be that there is someone in this ancient village?

Could it be that the stuffy oil bottle and the fat man are in this ancient village, they are not only alive, but also active?

But this is at the bottom of the lake dozens of meters deep, submerged for nearly a thousand years, how can they live underwater for so long without oxygen? Even a flashlight would have run out of battery in two weeks. And this kind of light, with an indescribable ghostly texture, is not a flashlight, nor is it like firelight.

The feeling of suffocation is getting stronger and stronger, it seems that the unjust soul who died at the bottom of the lake has not yet become a Buddha, and has been wandering in the ruins at the bottom of this lake? This is the light of the Yao family back then, passing through the gap between the netherworld and the world, guiding the direction of the undead returning to the ghost realm?

An inexplicable impulse made me unconsciously want to swim towards the lights, like at the bottom of a cold and dark lake, like a lost person seeing a light in the mountains. But at that moment, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly realized, could it be that the fat man and the stuffy oil bottle at that time, in my location, also saw this light that caused their disappearance?

Is that the key? What's next?

I couldn't help but tighten my mind and observe all directions, afraid that something would happen suddenly.

However, after looking around, the surroundings were extremely quiet, and the searchlights shone away, and there was no trace of abnormal movement.

Turning his head, the green light of the lone lamp became more and more obscure. Suddenly, a panic began to spread in my heart for no apparent reason.