Daomu Biji

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

These wooden buildings were completely covered by sediment, much like part of a sunken ship. I couldn't observe them carefully under this light, but I was still sure that in front of me was an ancient Yao village sunk at the bottom of the lake.

There was darkness further down the slope, and there were many shadows below, and there must be something there. I guessed they were all this kind of stilted wooden buildings.

How is this going? Why are these at the bottom of the lake? Could it be that a large-scale flash flood occurred here, causing the mountain to collapse and submerging the place where the village was originally?

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

While I was in a daze, I suddenly felt a shock all over my body. I started to float upwards. When I pulled the rope like an umbilical cord, I found that the rope I was holding on to was finally broken. Only then did I feel the suffocating water pressure rushing towards my face again. , no longer caring about the situation in front of him, he struggled to swim upward.

It was an indescribable feeling. With the help of buoyancy, I rose very quickly. I was surrounded by darkness, and above was a gradually brightening circle of light. My brain began to lack oxygen, and I felt that the circle of light became increasingly blurry, like Swimming towards heaven.

The last thing a drowned person sees is probably this scene. I thought to myself. In the last few seconds, my anger had reached the limit. My mind went blank, and there was a white light in front of my eyes. Then I suddenly felt my face relax, and the white light around me shrank. , at the same time I heard the sound of water and other indistinguishable sounds, and saw the glimmering lake surface.

I almost didn’t have the strength to take that first breath, and that breath almost burst out with all my strength. When I finally filled my lungs with air, I almost fainted - my God, I have lived for decades. , I have never felt that breathing is so comfortable.

Then I began to gasp for air, swallowing air almost in terror, and gradually everything around me relaxed.

When I was fully awake, I raised my hand and looked at my watch and found that it was only a little over a minute from the time I dived to the time I surfaced, but it felt like several hours had passed. The underwater environment and what I saw shocked me so much that I felt paralyzed.

Normally, my breath-holding time is not so short. It seems that swimming pools and deep-water lakes are completely different things. I was too naive to think so.

The fat man and the raft were thirty meters away from me. Maybe I used the wrong strength when I finally rushed out of the water and deviated from the direction. I swam towards the fat man and swam back to the raft. The fat man asked me why I got up so quickly.

I just wanted to speak,

Suddenly my upper lip felt very hot, and when I touched it, my nose bleeded. Then my ears and whole body began to hurt, and I became dizzy. I almost fell off the raft and sank. I felt like I was being held by the fat man in a daze. I vaguely heard him saying to me: "You floated up too fast, and your blood vessels It exploded!"

Fortunately, the dizziness was fleeting and I soon recovered. I am not a professional diver, and it seems that my body structure is not suitable for this kind of free diving. I lay down on the raft again and watched the continuous nosebleeds flowing from my face to my chin and then dripping into the water. I was vaguely worried whether my internal organs were also damaged.

The fat man temporarily blocked my nostrils with his handkerchief and then asked me what was going on. Why did you come up in such a hurry?

I raised my head to let the nosebleed flow back, and at the same time told me what I saw. The fat man was dumbfounded, and then he still didn't believe it. He didn't see this kind of thing with his own eyes, so he didn't know what it was like. He said he wanted to go down and take a look, but I stopped him and told him that it was definitely not as deep as we measured and it was too dangerous to go down alone.

At this time, there was another sound of water, and the mengyou bottle also floated up, taking a big breath. He appeared only two meters away from the raft, and was obviously much calmer than me.

I looked at my watch and saw that he dived about a minute longer than me. He swam to the edge of the raft with difficulty and helped him up with one hand. Just when the fat man was about to ask how the situation was, the oil bottle suddenly came up from the water with his other hand. Something was thrown onto the raft, and water splashed all over our faces.

Before I could see clearly, the fat man screamed: "What the hell is this!" ④Tianshu Chinese website reading