Before I could even react, Xiangyu had already put the bone flute to his mouth and started playing.

The bone flute had sunk at the bottom of the lake for who knows how many years, so when I first started playing it, Xiangyu was a little unfamiliar with it, so it felt like a few notes were not hitting the right notes and were drifting away.

However, Xiangyu is such a smart woman. After a few rhythms, she has completely mastered the playing skills of the bone flute. In an instant, a melodious music rippled inside Nuo Da's Tao Xun. The previous one

The lingering sound of the syllables is still in my ears, and the next note is coming, one after another, which is a bit overwhelming.

About halfway through the flute, the pottery xun half-immersed in the water seemed to tremble slightly. This movement made the angelic long-tailed celestial silkworm chrysalises lying on it wake up almost at the same time.

The wings fished out from the accumulation of flour dance gently on the bottom of the water.

For them, the water flow seems to be non-existent. They are spinning freely as if in the jungle, and even playing in the bottom of the water. After playing enough, they gradually surface and form groups.

It flew to the hole where we just fell down, and then disappeared where the hernia light beam could not find it.

This scene is really shocking. Under the waters of Laoye Temple, even butterflies can swim.

At the same moment when the last butterfly disappeared from our sight, Xiangyu's flute performance just came to an end. She played the last note, put down the flute, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

Zhang Jisheng and I both looked at her with puzzled eyes, hoping that Xiangyu could explain something, such as why she played this piece of music, or how she knew that this piece of music could drive away butterflies.

And I have another question, whether the flute sound I heard in the kitchen of Laoye Temple last night was her playing.

"Zhou Cang," Xiangyu looked at me and said calmly: "When there is a suitable opportunity in the future, I will tell you everything, exactly. But now the time is not ripe, I can't tell you."

I was confused when I heard what Xiang Yu said, but others would think that she and I had some little secret. This really made me speechless and I really didn’t know how to respond.

Fortunately, at this time, Andrew suddenly said: "Look, there seems to be cloud and thunder patterns on the inner wall of this pottery xun."

Everyone's attention was immediately attracted by these cloud and thunder patterns, and what Xiang Yu just said was like a passing cloud, disappearing after being heard.

I couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, and followed Andrew and leaned towards the inner wall of Tao Xun.

Sure enough, on this rock wall, there are circles and circles of cloud and thunder patterns carved with delicate lines. The whole picture looks very delicate and grand. At a glance, you can tell that it belongs to the emperor.

We followed the cloud and thunder pattern downstream, about ten meters down. The cloud and thunder pattern began to be gradually replaced by the Taotie pattern. Moreover, these Taotie patterns are very similar to the patterns on the stone tools and jades in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River during the Liangzhu Culture period.

They are similar in degree. They all use small heavy circles to represent the eyes. The outer circles of the eyes have oval convex surfaces as eyelids. The eyelids, nose, and mouth are carved with delicate cirrus patterns, arcs, short straight lines, etc.

The traditional Taotie pattern represents wisdom and spiritual will. I don’t know what special meaning it has to carve them on the inner wall of the pottery Xun.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound from my walkie-talkie, but it didn't sound like white noise. It seemed to be in a particularly noisy environment. There seemed to be many people talking, and the different tones were mixed together, making it difficult for me to distinguish.

Find out what they are talking about.

At this moment, my teammates were gathered in front of a ceramic wall, with their backs to me, and they were studying something attentively. It seemed that they didn't hear the voice on the intercom.

It doesn't make sense. I couldn't help but wonder secretly. Our walkie-talkies all use the same system. If my walkie-talkies are interfered with by any sound waves, then theirs will definitely be interfered with as well. Why are there so many of them now?

He looked like he was fine and was pointing over there.

Thinking of this, I reflexively wanted to swim over to see what was going on, but when I wanted to swing my flippers, I found that my body couldn't move, just like -

It's like being stared at by a ghost.

At the same time, the noisy voice on the walkie-talkie suddenly disappeared, replaced by the voice of a strange man:

Zhou Cang, my head hurts so much!

Zhou Cang, my head hurts so much!

Zhou Cang, my head hurts so much!

…

The strange man kept repeating this sentence without emotion.

My sealed body couldn't help but tremble, my chest was pounding, I felt like my whole heart was hanging in my throat, and I was shivering constantly.

Suddenly, the strange man stopped, and what he said was replaced by a burst of laughter.

It was the kind of timbre that sounded like a hearty laugh with your mouth covered. My eardrums connected the received sound with the human bones and ghostly monsters in my memory, and accurately presented their appearance in front of me.

.

The extreme fear made me feel that my brain was about to lose control of my body's physiological reactions. I just didn't know if I would be discovered if I peed my pants in this water.

The giggles kept filling my eardrums, and with each impact, a breath of air rushed up from my chest. When it reached the sides of my neck and cheeks, it turned into layers of goosebumps.

With his soul that was almost defeated, he dissipated into the vast lake.

I feel like my heart is going to explode.

"Um, um, um," I struggled to shout out so that my teammates could notice my presence, but my throat seemed to be strangled by something, and I could only say "um, um, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah" through the breathing mask.

Faint sound.

Help, any one of you turn around and look at me, otherwise I will be scared to death.

That continuous laughter, like black and white, was about to take away all my soul.

Just when I was about to despair, Lao Li suddenly turned his head. The moment the hernia light on his head swept across my face, the laughter on the intercom suddenly disappeared.

When the laughter disappeared, my body also regained its freedom.

During the few minutes I was imprisoned, I didn't know how I was suspended in the water. I only know that the moment I was unblocked, I didn't react, so my body sank straight down.

I saw Lao Li dancing in front of me. I didn’t know what he wanted to say. It wasn’t until he kept pointing at the walkie-talkie that I suddenly remembered that the walkie-talkie I was wearing had been turned off after I had just turned it off.

Pass.

So, who was speaking on the intercom just now.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but glance at the dark lake water around me. I felt a chill behind me, as if there were a bunch of eyes following me.

"Brother Zhou, what's wrong with you?" Lao Li finally swam to my side.

"Lao Li, I just, just seemed to have experienced a ghost attack." I didn't know how to express it.

"Ghost presses the bed, Zhou Cang, where is the bed here? Are you too tired, so you are hallucinating." Andrew's voice came from the intercom.

To be honest, I already have a shadow of the walkie-talkie I have on me now. Every word that comes out of it makes my heart involuntarily "thump" when I hear the first tone.

"Zhou Cang, did you see anything?" Xiangyu also came to my side and asked in a concerned tone.

"It's not seeing, it's hearing." I said.

"This is even more impossible. Your walkie-talkie has been turned off. When we called you just now, you didn't respond. That's why Brother Li turned around to see what was wrong with you. Who knew you kept talking for some reason?

Go down." Xiangyu said.

"Zhou Cang, I think it's largely an auditory hallucination. We were in the same space as you just now, and no one heard anything." Zhang Jisheng said.

In the same space, these five words Zhang Jisheng said instantly reminded me of Xiangyu's experience yesterday.

Could it be that I was not in the same time and space as them just now, and those voices I heard may really exist, but I can't see those existences.

However, there is one thing that doesn't make sense, that is, why did the strange male voice know my name just now.

"Zhou," Andrew suddenly called me over the intercom, "Look, that black thing floating under the water doesn't look like the black sedan we saw in Ghost Ship."
Chapter completed!