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His perception could not completely cover the other side of the seemingly wide river. The water in the river flowed slowly, even slower than the old tortoise's movements, and Lynch couldn't even feel it without looking closely.

It felt like the river was dead. Lynch crouched on the ground, looked at the barely flowing black water, thought about it, and folded a piece of the wooden strip in his hand, which was not very long, and then gently threw it towards the river.

The dry and light branches did not stir up any ripples, and were silently swallowed up by the river in front of him.

"Oh!" Lynch, who looked at this scene, exclaimed, "This is kind of interesting! Lily, have you seen it?"

Lily replied from afar.

Lynch looked back and saw that Lily was standing a little far away from the river, looking a little unpleasant.

"What's wrong?" Lynch walked over with concern, he hadn't even noticed that Lily was so far away from him, "Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"Hmm. Lily looked down at her feet: "It's a little uncomfortable, the river feels a little strange and uncomfortable for me." ”

Lynch raised an eyebrow.

He looked back at the silent river, and at the little girl who seemed to wrap herself up.

"Why don't you stand farther away? It's not a big deal, I'll try a few more things and I'll be here, soon." ”

Lily bit her lip unwillingly: "No, I want to protect your safety, let's go, let's go together." ”

"Tsk. Lynch was a little helpless, probably because of the relationship between water and fire, and he didn't feel any discomfort with the river.

"Then you should stand here and watch, and we will withdraw immediately. ”

After some persuasion, Lynch finally settled the little Lori in place, and he walked back to the river with the empty bottle he had told Lily to carry.

The river is still so dead. For some reason, every time he looks at the river under his feet, Lynch can't help but think of the heavily polluted colorful rivers on TV in his previous life.

Pressed against the discomfort, Lynch picked up the twig that was still sitting by the river.

The river that sinks to the bottom even when a feather falls, is like the Styx in some legends in previous lives.

Lynch was always a little unimpressed by this statement.

What if I took the other end of this branch and put it in the water? Will there be a force that will drag me into the river?

Personally, Lynch didn't think it was very likely, and out of curiosity, he was very eager to see what the consequences would be if he did.

Lynch slowly stretched out his hand holding the wooden branch and reached out towards the river.

Wooden branches were inserted into the stagnant river.

Well. There is indeed a slow suction. Lynch nodded secretly, as if there was a force in the river gently tugging at the small branches, but Lynch's perception and delusional eyes did not have the ability to cross the river to probe the situation in the river.

I don't know how long it took.

"What are you doing here?"

A voice instantly woke Lynch out of his trance, and then he realized that half of his arm had reached into the river.

I'll go!

Lynch hurriedly pulled out his arm.

He turned his head to look behind him, and a man with long black hair covering most of his face, with only one golden eye leaking out, was looking down at Lynch, who was still lying on the ground.

His outfit looked very old, the same standard clothes as Lynch's were tattered, but they didn't look very dirty.

Looking at the lantern he was carrying, Lynch relaxed his guard slightly, and his gaze looked behind him over the long-haired middle-aged man.

"Where's Lily?"

Lynch asked, and a short sword glowing with a faint blue shimmer gradually gathered in his hand.

"Hey. ”

Looking at the somewhat vigilant child in front of him, the middle-aged man chuckled.

His voice sounded like a sticky octopus, much to Lynch's discomfort.

"That little girl, she's gone, and I can't let her waste time with a disobedient kid like you, playing with her life. ”

Then he stared at Lynch and continued, "If I don't do something, you'll be dragged in by it like some of the overly curious people before you, and then become nourishment." ”

Lynch slowly stood up and picked up the lantern that was still on the ground, only then did he realize that the small wooden stick in his hand was gone, and the arm he had stretched out in the river was actually dry, and there was no trace of having been soaked in the water before.

"I hadn't heard anyone say I couldn't come here. ”

"That's your elders' problem. ”

The long-haired middle-aged man stared at Lynch motionlessly with his round eyes, without blinking.

Lynch didn't continue to use words like "I'm an elder in the outer ring" to raise the bar with him, because this person didn't seem very friendly.

"Who are you?"

"Me?"

"I'm the caretaker here. ”

"It's the one who specifically prevents you from playing here to unleash your curiosity. ”

After saying this, he raised his hand slightly impatiently, signaling that Lynch could go.

"Let's go. Don't come back. ”

However, Lynch still has some questions to ask.

"...... about the direction of the river"

"Let's go!!"

The caretaker's voice increased slightly, but it shook Lynch's head a little.

Lynch staggered briskly in the direction from which he had come, and when he turned his head, he found that the caretaker was still standing there, looking at him motionlessly, his eyes round and about to fall out of his sockets.

"Lynch!" After walking for a while, Lily appeared not far away, and then quickly pounced on Lynch, "Where have you been?"

Lynch's head felt a little dizzy after being shocked, and his free hand subconsciously touched Lily's head, and then found that the little girl was faintly sobbing.

"What's wrong?"

It's my own voice, but it seems to come from a long distance.

"You told me to wait there, but in the blink of an eye you were gone, and then the river was gone, and I kept looking for you......"

Lynch patted his head. His delusional eye never gave a warning.

River.

The long-haired man, who claimed to be a caretaker, let out a soft "um".

The lantern in his hand began to flicker and flicker, and it became unstable when it was clearly extinguished.

"Then here it is. ”

He placed the lantern on the bank near the river, and then stood a little further away himself.

His hair began to drip and he was soaking wet in a few moments. And not only in his hair, but also all over his body began to show droplets.

The water pooled at his feet and then flowed towards the river.

His glaring eyes narrowed, looking at the river in front of him, and a mocking chuckle came out of his slippery voice.

He shook his head.

"No matter who you are, you will never succeed. ”

The river still flows quietly without the slightest ripple.

There was only a lone lamp and a small puddle on the shore, glowing faintly in the darkness.

The water from the puddle flows into the river.