But Nan Zhou clearly felt that he was stunned.
The monster with its own face was solid at first, but when it twisted its neck, it disappeared out of thin air.
And what sifted through his fingertips was only the icy, biting sea water.
Nanzhou floated up from the water again.
The fog is already thick enough to be like sea water, even with resistance.
The moonlight should still be bright, but after the light is thrown into the thick fog, it is like an egg that has been beaten into the water, and it spreads out, becoming thin and messy.
Nan Zhou took off the water mirror and stared into the depths of the fog, and a layer of moist water droplets quickly appeared on his eyelashes.
He lowered his eyelashes and frowned slightly.
He was worried that Jiang Fang had encountered the same thing as him.
In his opinion, Jiang Fang is different from himself, a very fragile human animal.
Anyone who has been abandoned in an ocean full of unknown creatures without support, and who has just witnessed his own body, is now 80% on the verge of collapse.
Nan Zhou didn't shout, but just stepped quietly in the water for a while.
He lowered his eyes without emotion, thinking seriously about Jiang Fang and the solution to the problem.
When he was in a trance, a black shadow like an arrow rushed towards his ankle.
A hand stretched out from the blurred and swollen shadow and grabbed Nan Zhou's ankle.
The swollen hands wanted to pull Nan Zhou's ankles and drag him into the depths of the sea.
But before the shadow could deceive him, Nan Zhou, who had already put on his diving goggles, suddenly turned his back lightly, facing his face, and looked at his corpse calmly.
That power also had a certain biological nature, so he was startled by Nan Zhou and subconsciously retreated back.
This time, Nan Zhou clearly saw the process of its disappearance.
It is soluble in water, and when it swayed among the rippling water waves, it disappeared completely.
Nan Zhou relied on his waist to stand upside down in the water, and after watching the bizarre underwater world for a while, he surfaced again.
He confirmed that it was a bow.
Just, why did the head descend suddenly appear in the sea
The one who brought the paper figurines stained with corpse oil and controlled the unfortunate guest of the hotel next door was most likely the nesting doll squirrel that was also controlled by the head down.
To find the position and descend, you need to draw the formation in advance.
The drop head that can make the object explode at a long distance is a composite drop head applied based on the position-seeking drop.
After they gave each other headshots to show their respect, Antarctica killed the squirrel and released the strange bird inside the squirrel.
And the bird had been livelocked in the body by the head drop on the squirrel's tail.
In short, if the descending head does not rely on a certain medium and is not arranged in advance, then it must be given at close range.
Especially this kind of powerful head-down that has both lethality and attack power, and in order to increase the terror, the illusion has a face of its own.
After seriously analyzing the other party's scary routine, Nan Zhou began to think about a solution.
If you can swim out of the range of influence of the head down, that is of course the best.
But Nan Zhou thought it was unlikely.
No one knows how big this range is.
100 metres? 1 km? 15 km
Moreover, if the pelvis was alive and controlled like the squirrel bird, he would not have been able to swim through it unless he had gills in place.
Getting back on board isn't very realistic either.
This head-down can make the sea fog out of thin air, and make Jiang Fang, the dive guide and the other two tourists disappear together. Even if he really swims back to the starting point 20 minutes ago, there is only a vast expanse waiting for him there. misty seas.
Under the needless consumption, he may not necessarily be dragged into the water to drown, but will die due to exhaustion.
Nan Zhou slowly swayed his legs, and the thin diversion grooves on the flippers made him clearly feel the direction of the current.
He raised his hand to drain the water in the mask, took off the breathing tube, and after thinking about it, after considering the captain's request not to throw the garbage into the sea, he did not throw it away, but pinched it in the palm of his hand.
The air bottle for emergency use is on Jiang Fang, so that's fine.
If he encounters any danger, he can at least slow down until he can save him.
Jiang Fang told him that it is very dangerous to dive into the bottom of the sea rashly.
If caught and dragged to the depths of the ocean, there is a good chance that it will die from water pressure before being deprived of oxygen.
Now, in order to solve the problem quickly and go to Jiang Fang's side to protect him, Nan Zhou wanted to try it.
He stretched out and slowly inhaled oxygen, filling his lungs.
Even though he knew that the monster with his own face stretched out his hand to him from the icy sea water again, it didn't disturb Nan Zhou's breathing rhythm.
An icy hand grabbed Nan Zhou's ankle.
His body sank suddenly.
When he opened his eyes again, Nan Zhou saw the sea hanging high above his head, like a sea of clouds in the sky due to the thick fog shrouded in it.
Nan Zhou was calmly dragged by the water ghost to the starry sky swaying with the light of the creatures under his feet.
The diving mask is only snorkeling specification, and it can still do well within the water pressure of five to eight meters underwater.
When Nanzhou was dragged to ten meters below the sea level, it was finally overwhelmed and opened its first tiny crack.
The pressure coming from all directions quickly squeezed the oxygen in Nan Zhou's chest, squeezed his eardrums, and quickly plunged him into a semi-dazed state.
Fortunately, the position where he lowered his head was not far from him, that is, a trench a hundred meters away.
It is about twelve or three meters away from the sea.
Among the beautiful corals, there is a yellow clay jar.
The belly of the jar is large, but the mouth is narrow, about ten centimeters in diameter.
The altar seal has been opened, and a strange cyclone surrounds it.
If it is on land, Nanzhou will hear other sounds than the sound of water.
It was the guttural sound of despair after a drowning man had been swallowed by water.
It is a pity that this sound is also swallowed up at the bottom of the sea.
Before Nan Zhou was dragged into the jar, a large octopus showed interest in the jar.
Suddenly, a force stronger than its claw-tip suction cups pulled it into it.
Soon, it was spat out of the jar again.
More precisely, "squeeze".
After just staying in the jar for two seconds, it swelled more than ten times, as if the body had been fermented in a closed and foul-smelling water environment for dozens of days.
It became a bouncy piece of carrion.
Its originally small eyes were almost split, the eye sockets slackened, and the eyeballs rolled out.
The jar was not in a hurry, and spit it out slowly, like an egg that had been knocked open with a gap the size of a fingernail, hanging upside down, letting the egg white slowly leak out.
The octopus doesn't make a sound, but Nanzhou can clearly perceive its pain.
The jar was extremely firm, and the swollen octopus was squeezed out of the jar little by little and fell into the sea sand on one side.
The octopus, which was still full of energy two seconds ago, still has a little memory activity in its limbs.
It paddled its swollen feet, climbed out a few steps, and went silent.
Nan Zhou was also pulled near the mouth of the altar.
In the water, normal people can't use too much strength.
The resistance and pressure of the ocean are terrible and natural compressors.
Nan Zhou turned his body over and supported the mouth of the yellow mud altar with both hands.
Inside the jar, a strange, pale, malevolent man's face was reflected.
His lips opened and closed, silently speaking in Thai.
If Nan Zhou could understand Thai, the words of the man in this altar would be enough to make one's hair stand on end.
"Ah, the pain... kill me, or I'll kill you..."
"Let's be together... let's suffer together."
Too bad he doesn't understand it.
So to him, a man is opening his mouth like a goldfish.
He resisted the vortex-like force, and put his hands on the edge of the jar, trying to smash the jar.
However, under his grasp, the jar was unscathed.
And the monster in the jar seemed to suffer great pain all of a sudden, and even went mad.
Dozens of arms protruded out together, even including the tentacles of the octopus just now, entangled Nan Zhou's hand and pulled him into the altar together.
The scene in the altar changed again.
There is far more than this face alive in the altar.
Rolling, twisting, and twisting are dozens of snow-white limbs that have been foamed.
They have no substance, entangled with each other like smoke, rolling each other into painful twists.
But Nan Zhou didn't put his energy on it.
He was surprised that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't destroy the jar.
The strong suction was pulling his joints so much.
Although it could not help Nanzhou for a while, but once Nanzhou let go, within ten meters, he could no longer find anything that could shelter him in the water or let him escape.
The sand is soft, the coral is loose, and the fish swim.
He simply couldn't catch anything that could be leveraged.
What's more, Nan Zhou had survived nearly 3 minutes in one breath.
The oxygen in his lungs was already turbid, and his chest seemed to be on fire, so hot that he couldn't see clearly.
The sound of the water gradually became quiet, and only Nan Zhou's body was in a desperate situation.
He clearly felt the whole process of small explosions in the alveoli in the body.
The situation is obvious.
If this continues, Nan Zhou may drown and die, or he may release his hand due to the suffocation and be pulled into the jar, becoming one-tenth of that.
Nan Zhou gritted his teeth.
He was wrestling silently in a corner of the vast ocean, unknown to anyone.
This tidal wave of despair can easily make people feel suffocated in advance.
And Nan Zhou had no intention to despair.
Across the swaying seawater, Nanzhou saw through the cracks in the mirror and the faint light on the seabed, and vaguely saw a row of dark red numbers on the yellow mud jar.
It was like a date.
Nan Zhou spit out a little bubble.
The oxygen in his lungs has officially run out.
So this is his last effort.
Nan Zhou clenched the breathing tube in his palm, let go of one hand, and pointed the tip to the date. Just as he was about to draw down, the power from the altar suddenly increased.
Because his physical strength had reached the limit after losing oxygen, Nan Zhou's body lost balance for a moment, and the whole person leaned straight towards the mouth of the altar—
Suddenly, a familiar strange force struck behind him.
His body was pulled violently in the opposite direction.
It was during this tug of war that Nan Zhou regained his balance and gained a little time.
He exerted ruthless force and slashed away, erasing a corner of the dark red date on the altar.
The huge suction from the altar died down in an instant.
And Nan Zhou, whose strength was half overdrawn, was also dragged by that force. He grabbed the jar that had lost its function with one hand, and quickly retreated backwards.
However, it was not the dark jar, the twisted limbs, the suffocating pain that greeted him.
It is Jiang Fang.
Jiang Fang wrapped his arms around Nan Zhou's waist, and quickly took off the air bottle he was wearing and let him put it in his mouth.
When the fresh oxygen poured into his lungs again, Nan Zhou took a deep breath, feeling a little drunk for a while, and looked up at him hazy.
Jiang Fang was not in a hurry to surface as soon as possible, but took Nanzhou to swim slowly for nearly two minutes before surfacing with him to avoid the sudden change in water pressure from hurting him.
The mist on the water had dissipated at some point.
He rubbed Nan Zhou's ears, drained the seawater from his ears, and helped him patiently push the wet hair stuck to his lips behind his ears.
The corners of Nan Zhou's eyes were stained with stains and turned slightly red, so he obediently let him play with him, staring at him with his eyes open.
He heard Jiang Fang say with a smile, "Look, what happened to my little paper figurines."
Nan Zhou raised his hand to touch his lips, it was warm.
The back of the ear is also hot.
Nan Zhou's heart jumped suddenly after realizing it.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse.
He said, "You said that the bottom of the water is dangerous."
Jiang Fang nodded: "I know."
Nan Zhou: "Then what are you going to do?"
Jiang Fang smiled like a spring breeze: "Find the little paper figurine."
Under the clear silver moonlight, Nan Zhou suddenly exerted his strength and hugged Jiang Fang's neck.
Nan Zhou's lips touched his gently throbbing neck vein, and there was an urge to take a bite.
In order to restrain himself, he withdrew.
Jiang Fang thought he was using himself as a buoy again, and looked at him with a smile.
...until the thin, angular lips in front of him took the initiative to kiss his lips.