It was easy to appease Lao Huang and Yingying, who didn't let him get out of bed, Lin Yi pressed his shoulder that was a little painful, and limped towards the high place of the village.

Lao Huang's restaurant is at the top of the village, and a short distance from the restaurant towards the outside of the village, the stone road becomes a dirt path, and then there is a hunter's path looming in the dense forest.

According to Lao Huang's instructions, he encountered the river soon after, and then went up the river for a while, and the sound of the rumbling water from the waterfall reached his ears.

He continued to walk through the woods, his shoes covered in mud and water. The water vapor on his face became denser and denser, and then the trees receded, and a pool of lake water appeared in front of him. The water vapor was as thick as a deep mist, and it was impossible to see the edge of the waterfall that fell from the sky.

This pool is very wide, and according to the position where he fell at the same time as the waterfall, Xue Xuan should have fallen into the pool. The sword was so heavy that it would have sunk to the bottom of the water and would not have been washed to the shore like him.

OK...... If nothing else, it won't be lost. But at the bottom of this icy pool, it is not easy to retrieve it.

In the end, the True Qi Technique had already used up the Ghost Coins, and Hantan was useless at this time. He used to be good at water, but now he is practicing and quenching his body, and his body is always better than before. But is it a bit too much to dive into this icy water before the injury is healed?

That's it, no matter what, this Xue Xuan must not be lost. There are many dreams at night, so you have to find them quickly.

He found a slender branch around and probed under the water. Fortunately, this is supposed to be a waterhole smashed by a waterfall, and it is not too deep. He took a deep breath and dived into the icy water.

As soon as he swam out for a while, the turbulent current washed him backwards, and he paddled vigorously for a while, but his feet kicked the stones on the shore again. It turned out to be more and more backward.

Near the waterfall, the water is constantly being hit and gushing, making it difficult to approach. He thought for a while, struggled to climb the cliff next to the waterfall, climbed to a platform about ten meters high, found a huge rock to hold in his arms, and jumped towards the waterhole.

Flying down the waterfall, he plunged into the water, trying to keep his eyes open. The roaring torrent slammed him all the way to the bottom of the pool, where the pitch-black greatsword was shining.

He staggered a few steps to the bottom of the lake with the boulder, and finally reached out and grabbed the hilt of his sword, then let go of the boulder and kicked his legs violently.

As soon as he floated a little under the water, a violent torrent swept him in. He clung to the hilt of his sword and moved rapidly at the bottom of the lake, almost hitting the boulder several times, but fortunately he was able to change direction with a kick of his leg in the water.

Just when his vision was blurry and he was about to pass out. The sound of "rumbling and rumbling" in my ears changed to the violent sound of water, and the roar of the waterfall returned. The air blew in his face.

"Hah!"

He had barely had time to take a breath when he was again overwhelmed by the torrent.

When he was poured out of the water again, he found himself going down the stream. The water gradually slowed down, but Xue Xuan was too heavy, and he didn't have the strength to swim, so he couldn't get to the shore, so he sank and floated, and was constantly washed down by the current, and he didn't know how much water he drank.

The stream then passed several houses, crossed an arched bridge, passed some waterwheels, several children yelled at him on the shore, and a few women were so frightened that they dropped their washing sticks on the ground.

That's what it is...... Crescent Village...... He was dying, and suddenly the pressure around him dropped sharply, and it turned out that he had rushed into the lake.

Dragging the sword, he can only use all his strength to keep it from sinking. By the momentum of the stream, he drifted to the center of the lake, and a small island appeared not far ahead, and the water of the lake continued to wash up the mudflats of the island.

He desperately grabbed the life-saving straw, slammed it a few more times, and finally rushed up to the mud with the waves, rubbing heavily on the gravel all over the ground.

He held his stomach down, spat out a large mouthful of water, and struggled to roll over again, finally lying flat on the ground, gasping for breath.

His vision was blurred, but he remembered what he had heard not long ago. The collapse of the Pillar of the Dead is speeding up, and the time is getting tighter and tighter, so it is necessary to extradite the remnants more and find the Divine Vision as soon as possible...... The words crossed his ears and flew out from the other side, I don't know what they meant, as if they were dreams before going to bed.

Panting violently, he finally regained a little bit of his senses.

"This ...... This...... Where is this ......?"

He found that his subconscious grunt was trembling, and then he found that his legs were shaking, his hands were shaking, and his whole body was shivering with cold.

It's not winter yet, but it's also a body that is about to enter the sixth order of quenching, even if it is soaked in ice water for a while, it shouldn't be so useless, right?

He struggled to his feet, but he shivered even harder, it was really cold.

Then he finally reacted, and the faint blue mist was spreading across the island.

It's yin!

This quiet village actually has these things?

He took off his soaked robe, wiped the water on his body, and finally got better, so he looked in the direction of the strong yin qi.

It was just a small island tens of meters wide, and after a few steps, I saw a dark blue figure, crouching there staring at the grass, not knowing what to think.

"Di, the hidden soul list is triggered, and the third-order aftersoul Liu Wenlin. ”

I thought it was just a lonely ghost, but it was still on the soul list...... In short, this Tibetan spirit can also delay the collapse of the pillar of the underworld, so let's solve it quickly.

"Liu Wenlin!"

Calling out its real name, the ghost didn't respond, still crouching there, as if observing an ant on the ground.

He shouted twice, but the ghost remained unmoved, the first time this had happened. Lin Yi stretched out his hand in desperation, and a gust of cold wind hit, opening the invisible door to the "other side".

The ghost finally shuddered slightly, and looked at him blankly.

"Liu Wenlin, why don't you want to rest in peace? What are your grievances?"

“...... Liu Wenlin?" The ghost replied in confusion, "I'm Liu Wenlin?"

"That's right, you're Liu Wenlin. Why did you die?" Lin Yi turned his gaze to the "Inner Vision" of the system, where there was a pillar of life and death, where he could see the life of Yu Ling.

At this time, the pillar was pale and blank.

Lin Yi was so shocked that he couldn't speak. There have been cases where some memories like Kong Ye have been blurred before, but this is the first time in more than half a year that such a blank has been.

"How did I die?" the ghost's eyes quickly blurred again, and he buried his head again, "Who killed me, who killed me?"

"Anyway...... You're already dead......" Lin Yi decided to try the method of a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and said with a reluctant smile: "People are born, old, sick and die, all of them are destiny, since the number of lives has come, why bother complaining and adding trouble." Wouldn't it be more beautiful to return to tranquility and reincarnation?"

"No......" the ghost kept shaking his head, "who killed me?

Lin Yi sighed, stretched out his hand, and the cold wind gradually stopped.

Before the remnant spirit is truly relieved, he can't force himself to face the "river" heading to the other side, otherwise it may instead inspire resentment and form a more troublesome evil spirit.

It seems that until the cause of this guy's death is known, he will not let go.