.The dark blue lake bottom has given me a lot of imagination, but I never thought I would see these things at the bottom of the lake.           Small     Text version

These wooden buildings are completely covered by sediment, which looks like a part of the wreck. In this light, I cannot observe carefully, but I can still be sure that there should be an ancient Yao village sunk at the bottom of the lake in front of me.

There is a darkness below the slope deeper, and there must be something under the darkness. I guess it is all such high-footed wooden buildings.

What's going on? Why are there these things at the bottom of the lake? Has there been a large area of ​​mountain torrents here that caused the collapse of the land and flooded the place that was originally a village?

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

I suddenly shook my whole body and started to float upwards. I pulled the rope like an umbilical cord. It turned out that the rope that I had been holding tightly was finally broken. Only then did I feel the suffocating water pressure again and I couldn't care about the situation in front of me anymore and struggled upwards.

It was a very difficult feeling with buoyancy. I rose very quickly. All around it was dark and the aperture was gradually brighter. My brain began to feel the aperture became more and more misty. I felt like I was swimming towards heaven.

The drowning person saw probably the same scene at the end. I thought to myself that in the last few seconds, my anger had reached the limit. My mind was blank. In front of me, a white light suddenly felt my face relaxed and the white light around me shrank. At the same time, I heard the sound of water and other indistinguishable sounds and saw the shimmering lake surface.

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

Then I began to breathe heavily and swallow the air almost horrifiedly, and gradually everything around me soothed.

I was fully awake and raised my hand to look at the performance. It took me more than a minute to see that I had dived down until I surfaced. I felt like several hours had passed. The environment at the bottom of the water and the situation I saw shocked me so much that I felt abnormal.

But in my usual breathing time is not so short, it seems that the swimming pool and the deep lake are completely different. I think too naively.

The fat man and the raft were thirty meters away from me, maybe I used the wrong strength to deviate from the direction when I rushed out of the water. I swam towards the fat man and returned to the edge of the raft, and the fat man asked me why I got up so quickly.

I was about to speak and suddenly felt my upper lip was very hot and I felt my nose bleeding when I touched it. Then my ears and whole body began to hurt and I began to feel dizzy. I almost got off the raft and sank down. In a trance, I felt that the fat man was holding me. I heard him say to me: "**You floated too fast, and the blood vessels exploded!"

Fortunately, the dizziness was fleeting and I quickly recovered. I was not a professional diver. It seemed that the structure of my body was not suitable for this kind of free diving. I lay on the raft again and watched the continuous blood in my nose against my face and flowing to my chin and then dripped into the water. I was vaguely worried whether my internal organs were damaged.

The fat man temporarily blocked his nostrils with his handkerchief and asked me what was going on? Why did he get up so urgently?

I raised my head and let the nosebleed return. At the same time, I said that the fat man was stunned when he heard it. Then he didn't believe that this kind of thing was not something he saw with his own eyes. He said he wanted to go down and see it. I stopped him and told him that this was definitely not as deep as we tested. It was too dangerous for a person to go down alone.

At this time, another sound of water was heard, and the oil bottle floated up and took a big breath. The place where he appeared was only two meters away from the raft, obviously much calmer than me.

I looked at the watch and dived for about a minute longer than me. He swam hard to the edge of the raft and held it up with one hand. The fat man was about to ask how the situation was. The oil bottle suddenly lifted something from the water and threw it on the raft. The water splashed and we all over our faces.
Chapter completed!