Uncle Yan heard what I said and handed me the bamboo pole directly. My next move, not to mention Uncle Yan, even Lang Hongyi screamed in fright and reached out to catch me, but he couldn't catch me anymore.
Because I had already jumped from where we were standing along the bamboo pole into the oil pot not far below. Soon the hot steam on the pot was steaming, covering most of my shadow. I was falling into
The moment he put the oil in the pan, he raised his head and glanced at where everyone was.
Through the heat, I could only see the outlines of a few figures. Because I was familiar with them, I could clearly see that those figures were Uncle Yan, Lang Hongyi, Miao Miao, and Captain Liao. They must have been frightened now.
Know what happened.
There was no time for me to think about anything else. My body instantly fell into the liquid below. When the feeling around my body changed, I immediately confirmed that I had really made the right bet!
Although it's hot around here, it's definitely not hot. It's just about the same temperature as a hot spring, a bit like a basin of water when you scald your feet!
I don't know if it's water, but it's definitely not boiling oil. The area of oil is only a layer floating on the surface.
I took a good breath in advance, so that I was still calm after entering the liquid. With the force of the fall, I turned my head directly downwards, and headed towards the bottom of the cauldron. The water felt like
It should be a hot spring. After all, it is basically nonsense to maintain continuous heating in ancient tombs that are thousands of years old.
What I'm looking for is not the location of the hot spring, what I'm looking for is another crucial thing!
The records in Grandpa’s ancient books are very clear. Within the eighteen levels of hell, there is only one good candidate for good deeds and the existence of the supreme almighty, and that is Monkey’s master, the famous Ksitigarbha.
.
According to legend, he lives in the depths of hell, and can save those souls who have committed serious sins but have a glimmer of good intentions to be reborn in bliss.
Just now, I have carefully observed all the corners, and there is no possibility in any place. This place was copied so perfectly by Lu Pheasant, and this important existence will definitely not be missed. Since there is an illusion, it is very possible
It's some unknown drug, and the only savior is this person.
The ancients believed in the mutual restraint of life and death, and the cycle is endless. Even if they make a dead end, they will not leave a way for survival. Even if the master has such a request, the craftsmen will not do that. After all, their life and death are also linked, and they will all be hidden.
Where there is a way to survive.
I now place my hope on this road of survival, which is to find the only ignored existence in this fake oil pot...
The material of this pot is unknown, and I don’t even know how deep it is. I try my best to swim towards the bottom. The pot itself is very big, and the bottom of the pot is the deepest part. Even my eyes can’t see it now.
Because I had to open my eyes to maintain my vision, I started to feel a little achy and painful.
I endured the discomfort and finally saw the bottom of the pot. It turned out that the spring was really here!
The oncoming streams of water pushed away the surrounding water and splashed on my face. I also felt an unbearable pain in my chest, and even my head felt like a buzzing lack of oxygen.
With the little strength I had left, I stepped on the water and headed downwards. I finally saw clearly that around the mouth of the hot spring, there were pieces of four-petal leaves, like clover-shaped water plants, swaying slightly.
, there are many very conspicuous red fruits on it.
The fruits were so small that I didn't have time to take a closer look, so I could only treat them like dead horses. I reached out and picked off a large branch, held it in my mouth and rushed towards the water.
It's just that my water skills are not that good. I'm almost at my limit now. If I don't go up, I will really drown.
When my water broke, I almost felt like I was a human being again. I really don’t know how Uncle Yan managed to persevere under the water for so many years. To be honest, if it weren’t for the fact that finding a way out is a bit of a fluke, it would be more of a risk. Otherwise,
I really couldn't bear to come down and take this trip myself.
After breathing enough, I grabbed one side of the pennant and shouted at it, "Uncle Yan, pull me up!"
I could hear a sputtering of footsteps above, and everyone who heard it was very nervous. Lang Hongyi's voice immediately appeared above his head, "Sanman, Sanman, are you okay? Grab us and drag you up."
In normal times, I would have been able to climb up by myself if I worked hard. After all, climbing trees and walls is nothing to me. But going into the water is really exhausting. I really can’t bear it. Now I can only
Keep your hands tightly grasping the bamboo pole and ask yourself not to let go before falling down.
After going through many difficulties and dangers, I finally made a shining return under everyone's incredible gaze. Miaomiao almost rushed and hugged me. She even opened my collar and sleeves to see if I had been exposed to any of my clothes.
The oil pan is fried!
I quickly protected the key parts. Although there wasn't enough to see there, it definitely couldn't be exposed like this. I took out the things I found from my arms and showed them, "No, no, no, I'm fine. I'm going down to look for this."
As soon as the four-leaf red fruit branches were taken out, there was a fresh and sweet smell. I didn't notice it under the water just now. Now it smells really weird. It's better than any other fruits I've ever eaten.
More delicious.
And those fruits that are only the size of a fingernail are even more strange. There is a fruit in the world called sugar apple. It can only be said to be an image, but the small red fruit in front of you is like a small pocket.
The Buddha statue has clear eyebrows, comparable to the red miniature ginseng fruit in Journey to the West.
This one doesn't grow on a tree, but near the mouth of the hot spring.
"What is this? It smells so good and looks good."
Miaomiao saw that I was not injured at all, and that there was basically nothing wrong with me except that I was soaked. She was relieved and looked at the fruit in my hand and asked questions.
Unfortunately, I couldn't give an answer, so I could only explain, "There must be an antidote within seven steps of a snake bite. Based on this principle, I guessed there must be something underneath, so I went down and found this. The oil pan looked scary, but it was also a desperate situation."
Do you know whether you can survive in a desperate situation? So I took a gamble and found it."
Lang Hongyi was on the side with a dark face and looked at me disapprovingly. I knew that I was a bit reckless just now, so I looked at him and Uncle Yan a little embarrassed.
While the people around me were still asking me what was going on under the oil pan, Gao Kun seemed to not want to see me receiving too much attention, and shouted loudly, "You guys are like this
Is it really okay? Didn’t you see those dark shadows getting closer and closer around you? Do you really want everyone to be forced to jump into the oil pan? Even if they don’t get blown up, they will drown, you know?
"
Now is really not the time to talk. After Gao Kun finished speaking, those black figures turned dark, as if there were people wearing black cloth standing alone around us. If it weren't for the current situation, everyone might think that these are people.
Something pretending to be.
"If you want to break the dark shadow in front of you, why don't you try eating one?" I stretched out the branch in my hand toward him, but Gao Xiang slapped it away and yelled, "This kind of thing with unknown origins,