The light at the bottom of the river was dim and the water was flowing fast, so Shen Luo couldn't see clearly what was in his hand. He could only barely judge that it was a long strip of something.
He was only looking at the things in his hands and did not step firmly. A torrent swept over him, and he staggered and was almost washed away by the torrent.
“I succeeded!”
He cried out secretly, hurriedly stuffed the thing in his hand into his arms, and immediately swam hard towards the surface of the water.
But before Shen Luo could swim upstream a little, a dark shadow appeared in front of him, which turned out to be a large rock under the water.
With a "bang", he was unable to dodge and his body was swept by the torrent and hit hard on it.
Shen Luo groaned, half of his body felt severe pain. What was particularly unfortunate was that his head hit a stone, his vision went dark, and he temporarily lost the ability to think.
A long string of bubbles came out of his mouth, and his body was completely swept away by the water.
At this moment, the rope around Shen Luo's waist suddenly straightened, but its length reached its limit, and it pulled his body in time.
However, the water was flowing too fast and a huge force suddenly gripped his waist, causing severe pain in his ribs. However, his scattered consciousness was restored and he hurriedly swam towards the surface of the river using his hands and feet.
Shen Luo swallowed several mouthfuls of river water in succession, and finally floated to the surface before he was completely exhausted. He gasped for breath, still feeling scared.
If he had come to his senses a step later, he would have drowned in the river by now.
Shen Luo took a few deep breaths, barely gathered up a little strength, grabbed the rope around his waist, and swam back to the boat.
He climbed onto the boat using his hands and feet. The last bit of strength in his body was finally drained away. He lay on his back under the awning, breathing deeply.
After a while, Shen Luo's strength recovered a little. He immediately sat up, put his hands into his arms, and his tense cheeks relaxed.
The thing is still there, it's not lost.
Shen Luo took it out, and it turned out to be a white stone box three feet long and as wide as a palm, with a lot of mud on it.
The stone box looks big, but it feels light in the hand.
Shen Luo weighed it in his hand, then put it to his ear and shook it, and vaguely heard some movement inside.
At this time, the rain was getting heavier, and the surging river water still made the boat sway violently. Fortunately, the bold boat was quite sturdy, and he had reinforced the ropes before, so it was not washed away.
But for a while, he couldn't go back.
Shen Luo wiped the water stains off his face, cleaned the remaining mud on the stone box, placed it on a low square table in front of him, and looked at it carefully.
The color and texture of the stone box are similar to jade, but the texture on it is different from the jade Shen Luo has seen before. There is no mechanism such as a lock on the box body, nor any obvious engraved patterns. It looks like a whole piece. Only at the junction of the lid and the box body can a shallow texture be vaguely seen.
Shen Luo hesitated for a moment, then pinched the line with his fingernails and twisted it hard with his hand.
There was a slight "click" sound as his fingernail scratched the lid of the box. The sharp pain made him gasp.
While shaking his hands to relieve the pain, he turned the stone box over, wanting to try to open it from the other side, but the result was the same, it could not be opened at all.