Chapter 2 Strange Lake
Cold and damp, there seems to be water flowing next to it, and fish swimming around. This is how Yu Qian feels at the moment.
"Where am I?"
Si~
"My body is so cold..."
The heavy eyelids were as if they were filled with lead and it was difficult to open them. I tried several times but could only open them a little.
But it was this little bit that made Yu Qian see clearly the current environment he was in.
What you see is a deep darkness, there is no sunlight above your head, and around you, pitch-black human-shaped shadows rise and fall.
It is like this above and below, densely packed and countless.
“This...this is a ghost lake?!”
Yu Qian's pupils suddenly widened, and the scene in front of him was very familiar to him.
Such a scene can only be found in ghost lakes during mysterious resurgences. Dozens or hundreds of ghosts are all immersed in a lake.
"How did I come here? Wasn't I attacked by the ghost in the room?"
"Why did I not die, but came here instead?"
< br>Looking at the rising and falling black shadows, Yu Qian fell into deep thought.
The lake was gloomy, and the supernatural power it exuded suppressed all the ghosts in the water, except for the source of the ghost lake and Yu Qian.
After the initial panic, Yu Qian soon discovered an unusual place. There was no supernatural power in him, so he would not be suppressed by the ghost lake.
Although I don’t know why I am still alive now, these are not important.
There is only one top priority now, and that is to get out of the ghost lake quickly, and leave quickly before the ghost in the ghost lake notices you.
Being calm in times of crisis is an excellent quality.
Yu Qian took a deep breath, and something magical happened. He actually breathed air, and he didn't expect a big mouthful of water.
"Very good, my specialness has appeared. It seems that my golden finger has worked."
Although he does not know the specific function of his golden finger, Now is not the time to think about this.
In the dark environment, the surroundings were full of ghosts or ghost slaves. Yu Qian was not sure whether the black shadows around him were ghost slaves from the ghost lake or real ghosts.
According to the description in the original book, the ones who can move in the ghost lake are ghost slaves.
Normally, Yu Qian might wish that he was surrounded by ghost slaves, but here he wished that he was surrounded by evil ghosts.
"I hope it's not a ghost slave..."
Yu Qian glanced around, looked up at the top of his head, and estimated the distance. He was now about twenty meters away from the water. , although there will be errors, the errors should not be too large.
After determining the approximate distance between himself and the water, Yu Qian tried to swim once or twice, and the water flow was stirred:
“Very good, you can move.”
I looked around again and made sure that nothing had changed due to my movement. This was good news.
Yu Qian breathed a sigh of relief: "It's a good thing that I can swim, otherwise I would have to stay here."
Without any further hesitation, Yu Qian began to float toward the surface of the water, following normal conditions , a living person who falls into the ghost lake will die immediately and become a ghost slave of the ghost lake.
But Yu Qian didn’t. Not only didn’t he, but he could also move around freely in the ghost lake. This was extremely abnormal.
Yu Qian knew very well that the reason why he could do this was entirely because of the golden finger, that is, the grafting ability.
"Is this the halo of the protagonist?"
Yu Qian muttered secretly in his heart.
The surrounding ghosts were still rising and falling. Yu Qian stirred the water and floated upward quickly. The process went smoothly and did not alarm the ghost slaves.
But is this really the case?
At this moment, at the bottom of the ghost lake, a blood-red coffin slowly emerged from the mud. The moment Yu Qian began to float to the surface, a crack suddenly opened in the coffin, and a stream of water flowed invisible to the naked eye. Get out of the cracks.
Then he quickly rushed towards Yu Qian.
The coldness instantly increased, Yu Qian's expression changed, and he quickly looked underneath himself, only to see an extremely strange current flowing through the water quickly.
Come straight towards his position.
"Source ghost! Damn, I knew things wouldn't be that simple..."
When he saw the water flow and the red coffin that suddenly appeared, he You know what this is all about.
Feeling the increasing coldness and ominous supernatural power, Yu Qian quickly sped up his movements.
But obviously, his speed cannot match that fierce ghost.
The water flow surged, and when Yu Qian was less than ten meters away from the water, he suddenly felt his ankle tighten, and then a huge force came and suddenly pulled him down.
At the same time, Yu Qian felt that the blood all over his body was becoming cold and corrupt, and the water seemed to wrap around his whole body at this moment.
Yin and cold, biting coldness, spread all over the body, and the body quickly lost control.
"Ghost!"
Yu Qian's pupils shrank suddenly, looking at the water farther and farther away from him, he was full of fear and unwillingness.
"Ten meters...just ten meters..." Yu Qian murmured to himself.
But it is useless to say this now, ghosts will not sympathize with anyone.
His vision began to blur, and he vaguely seemed to hear the sound of the coffin lid closing. At the same time, Yu Qian felt that something seemed to appear in his memory.
"Invasion of memory?"
A thought came to Yu Qian's mind, and then nothing happened.
The water of the lake rippled gently, and the coffin at the bottom of the lake began to sink. The coldness began to shrink, and then at the moment when the strange coffin was about to sink completely to the bottom of the lake.
A darkness suddenly emerged and enveloped the coffin in an instant. The coffin shook suddenly and then stopped sinking.
Changes come quickly, but the changes seem to stop there.
But at the moment when this change occurred, a red incense stick in an ancestral hall in Taiping Ancient Town suddenly broke.
Sitting on the recliner, the hunchbacked one-eyed old man suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the broken red incense stick, and his expression became gloomy and uncertain.
Dong dong dong~
There was a knock on the door, and then the door of the ancestral hall suddenly opened, and a faceless man walked into the ancestral hall, with an old woman wearing a shroud behind him.
"What's going on? Is there something wrong at Ghost Lake?" The old woman saw the broken red incense stick at a glance, and her face became not so good-looking at this moment.
"Someone is trying to control the supernatural power of Ghost Lake."
The one-eyed old man stared at the broken incense stick, his face becoming more and more gloomy.
"Are you kidding me? Controlling the ghost of the ghost lake? Who can do it now?" The old woman frowned, obviously not believing it.
“Are you kidding?” The one-eyed old man was silent for a while, without saying anything more, and turned to look at the memorial tablets enshrined in the ancestral hall.
There are seven rows of spiritual tablets from top to bottom. There are dozens or dozens in each row, which adds up to hundreds, which is quite a lot.
Staring at these spiritual tablets, the one-eyed old man hesitated for a while, then reached for the four spiritual tablets in the third row and put all four spiritual tablets into his pocket.
He then turned to look at the two of them: "Go and have a look."
Seeing the one-eyed old man's behavior, the old woman and the faceless man also realized that something was wrong.
“Are you afraid of affecting Yin’er?”
A supernatural force appeared from the faceless man, and then words appeared one by one in front of the faceless man.
"Well, it might be affected. Let's go check out the situation first." The one-eyed old man left the ancestral hall without saying anything else.
Faceless and the old woman didn’t say anything, turned around and followed them out together, and the words in the air slowly began to disappear.
The door of the ancestral hall slammed shut, but no sound was made.
Dachang City.
Seventh High School.
Yang Jian, who was now listless, looked at the empty seats in front of him, his eyes full of doubts.
"Yu Qian asked for leave? Why haven't you come yet?"
Shaking his head, Yang Jian didn't think much, just assumed that Yu Qian asked for leave, and he lay on the table , my mind couldn’t help but recall the forum I saw yesterday and the old man in the photo.
Listening to the supernatural stories Zhang Wei and Miao Xiaoshan talked about, Yang Jian always had an ominous feeling. Something seemed to be happening today, and it seemed difficult to handle.
At this moment, in the ghost lake, inside the coffin shrouded in black light. (End of chapter)