Ah Zhe stared at the bamboo pole in front of him, the oil lamp at the top was rusted, but it was intact. He looked at the lake in front of him again, the darkness of the night, and the thick white fog. As far as the eye can see, it will never exceed three feet.

Ah Zhe's brows furrowed, no wonder they didn't find this falling waterfall, it turned out that it was all hidden in the thick white mist.

The water poured down from the spring made a deafening sound.

"Looks like it shouldn't be far from here!" Ah Zhe muttered as he looked into the distance.

"Why don't I take someone over and have a look?"

"Hmm!" Ah Zhe nodded.

The black mole man led his three men and quickly walked towards the source of the sound. But he went faster and came back faster. Before and after, not even half a cup of tea.

"What's wrong? Is there a spring left from the top of the mountain ahead?"

The man with the black mole waved his hand.

"I don't know! I can only hear voices, but I can't see anything. ”

"Can't get there?"

The black mole man nodded.

"I can't get across, and less than half a mile ahead, it's all lake. ”

Ah Zhe frowned, which was beyond his expectations.

"You're standing by the lake and you can't see the stream?"

The black mole man shook his head.

"It's white, and I can't see anything clearly. ”

Ah Zhe was in trouble for a while, but the matter had come to this, and he couldn't bear to give up halfway.

"Take a break here tonight and ...... tomorrow morning Raft up!"

The next day, it was still before dawn.

Next to the dilapidated dock, there is a "knock" sound from time to time. Ah Zhe got up slowly, and saw more than a dozen burning torches, illuminating the Qingling Lake as bright as day.

The black mole man with a dozen bladed axe hall subordinates was busy with his hands. On the shore, a raft about three feet long and one foot wide had already been tied.

Ah Zhe walked to the side of the black mole man with a cane, and before he could speak, the black mole man preemptively said: "The brothers have not slept all night, just to get out of this evil breath in their hearts early. ”

Ah Zhe nodded vigorously.

"Definitely!"

The "......" raft entered the water, and immediately caused ripples on the calm surface of the lake.

Ah Zhe stepped on it first, and the black mole man held a long log, which was counted as a boat penny for supporting the boat.

"Let's go!" the black mole man shouted. Two rafts, a total of thirteen people, disappeared into the white fog one after another.

The raft moved very fast, and the black mole man seemed to have enough strength every time he held it up. The mist hit his face, with a slight hint of coolness. After a while, everyone's bodies were covered with white patches.

A drop of dew slid down Ah Zhe's cheek and into his clothes, and he seemed to lose any consciousness, his eyes staring at the calm lake in front of him.

"Poof!" a sound of falling water.

Ah Zhe was shocked, and hurriedly turned around to check. I saw that the black mole man suddenly fell into the lake for some reason. Fortunately, he knew the nature of the water, so it didn't take much effort to climb up the raft from the lake again.

"What's going on?" asked A-Zhe.

The man with the black mole wiped the water stains all over his face and said, "For some reason, the stick suddenly fell empty." ”

Ah Zhe couldn't help but be taken aback when he heard this, the wooden stick used to support the boat was almost three feet. And the waters they had just passed through hadn't even crossed half of the stick.

"Why has the depth of the water changed so much?" said Ah Zhe, looking at the dark water.

The man with the black mole was already soaking wet, and he shivered as he took the stick that had fallen into the water back in his hand. The arm-thick sticks were driven vertically into the water until the whole stick was submerged in the water, and there was no feeling of touching the bottom of the lake.

"The water here is definitely not less than five feet. ”

Ah Zhe was in trouble for a while, since the boat was useless, he could only row with his hands. So, two rafts. Except for Ah Zhe, the rest of the people all rolled up their arms, rolled up their sleeves, and used their palms to propel the raft forward.

The raft moved slowly again, but Ah Zhe's heart still did not land. Because, the waters are too quiet. There was not the slightest sound of wind, no sound of fish coming out of the water. Only the growing white fog and the sound of palms crossing the water.

Ah Zhe's eyes were always fixed on the front, and he didn't dare to move his gaze, for fear that he would inadvertently change the direction of his progress. After a moment, Ah Zhe rubbed his already flowered eyes, and he secretly shook his head and smiled bitterly. Surrounded by thick fog, even if you are staring ahead, how can you be sure that you are taking the right route in front of you?

"Stop, stop paddling!"

Everyone stopped paddling, and the raft, which was already moving slowly, stopped moving in an instant.

"What's wrong?" asked the black mole man, getting up.

"We've lost our way......"

The black mole man obviously didn't believe Ah Zhe's words, he looked left and right, and said, "Aren't we heading south?"

Ah Zhe smiled bitterly.

"We think it's just that!"

"So what now?"

"Whether the route is right or wrong, let's go back the way we came!"

Although the black mole man was unwilling, he could only nod obediently.

But...... It's easy to come, but it's hard to come back. Due to the depth of the water, the penny is unusable. If you make an oar by hand, the speed is too slow. In desperation, the man with the mole came up with a good idea.

Thirteen people took turns to enter the water, pushing the raft by hand and using their legs as power. With such an operation, the speed of the raft has really increased a lot.

Ah Zhe and the others set out from the dock early in the morning, and because of the loss of direction, the two rafts did not return to the shore until just after noon.

Moreover, the shore is full of rotten trees, although there is no wild grass, but it is also very messy.

Ah Zhe looked at the unfamiliar environment around him and couldn't help but sigh. They fought for several hours before being sent back to the shore in a daze. Moreover, this time it was even more miserable, and it was a completely unfamiliar environment.

In any case, it is much better to go ashore than to float in the lake. Moreover, all the men who accompanied him were all wet with their clothes. Coupled with the low temperature, everyone felt like they were wrapped in ice.

Just as everyone was about to take off their clothes and pants and make a fire to keep warm. Terige led dozens of people and appeared in front of them. And behind him, followed by a small leader of the Bone Erosion Hall with a blue nose and swollen face. Ah Zhe recognized this person, it was the one who had insulted him and the dozen or so brothers of the Blade Axe Hall behind him.

"Meet the Master of the Terrig Hall!" Ah Zhe took the lead in saluting, and the people behind him followed suit.

"What did you find?"

Ah Zhe lowered his head and shook his head weakly.

Terrig smiled slightly and gently patted Ah Zhe's shoulder.

"We found the falling stream......"