He rolled up his sleeves and tried to crouch down and get some water from the river to drink, but strangely enough, his hand had barely reached into the water when he felt a strong suction force rise from the water, and he almost didn't pull him in.

Bai Qingyi was startled, hurriedly retracted the hand that was stretched in, and then stood on the edge of the river and gasped for breath.

He really didn't expect that a stream of water that seemed so gentle and quiet on the surface could be so turbulent below the surface of the river.

Bai Qingyi no longer dared to be close to the water, but clinged to the rock wall next to him, moving cautiously forward in the direction of the underground river.

He knew that the water was flowing low.

The water flowing lower means that if he keeps going in the direction of the river, then he will return to the place where he will never recover.

The only hope is to swim against the current.

Only by going against the tide can it be possible to walk back to the ground.

Bai Qingyi thought as he walked.

At this moment, there was no mud and sand under his feet, all bare stones.

The stones were the size of a pebble's egg, and they were either clinging to the riverbank, or they were submerged in the water with a shallow head exposed, swaying.

From a distance, these pebbles looming on the surface of the water look like ice about to melt, abruptly on the surface of the water, and may break at any time.

Bai Qingyi lifted his breath and walked slowly through these unstable cobblestones, cautiously like a lamb walking at night.

And so he walked for about an hour.

Bai Qingyi's stomach suddenly croaked again, and the croaking sound was even more rapid than the turbulent river under his feet.

Actually, those heavy hunger pangs were secondary, because to make matters worse, the torch in his hand was now almost literally extinguished.

In that narrow and long corridor, if there were no torches, he might still be able to grope his way forward, but in this case, if there were no torches, it was really possible to fall into the river at his feet, and be swept into the bottomless abyss by the rushing water.

Thinking of this, slight beads of sweat began to seep down his forehead.

It's a cold sweat.

The water was so fast that the air around it felt like it was about to condense, and it was cold enough.

Now, Bai Qingyi only hopes to get out of this damn underground river earlier, but he can't get out.

The sound of running water, which originally made him feel very kind, suddenly became a little harsh at the moment.

He was anxious to hurry out of the end of this deadly river while the torches were not extinguished, but he was afraid that the pebbles under his feet would suddenly sink and wress him in them.

Those seemingly smooth but turbulent currents are like a gentle killer hidden behind at the moment, always trying to take your life when you want it most.

When the fire in Bai Qingyi's hand swayed slightly, he pulled up a long string of leisurely green smoke.

It seems that the torch is really going out.

And his people are also a little desperate.

He suddenly let out a long sigh and said secretly: It's over, it's really over, I didn't expect to find an exit with great difficulty, and I actually have to die here.

Then he sighed a long time: "Alas, it seems that I am destined to not be able to go out in this life, and I am destined to die in this dark earth.

At this time, Bai Qingyi simply stopped, leaned on the stone wall next to him with countless water droplets, looked down at the silent groundwater under his feet, and sighed with emotion in his heart, and said:

I don't know how long this underground river is, and I don't know where it flows, I thought I would find an exit soon, but I didn't expect that the exit of this river was like his end, ethereal, perhaps, there was no exit here at all, only the ghost door was open to me.

Just as he was thinking, the torch in his hand suddenly dimmed.

With a melancholy sigh from Bai Qingyi, the glimmer of light in front of him was finally extinguished.

Bai Qingyi didn't dare to move another step forward, he didn't even dare to move his feet again.

To the left, to the right, and even backwards, his feet were raised high, but he did not dare to fall for a long time, for he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would step into the turbulent river.

His feet suddenly trembled.

That's when he knew what real fear was.

Bai Qingyi has always been a very proud, conceited, and above-eyed person, and in his dictionary, there is no such thing as fear.

Even when he first entered the rivers and lakes and killed people for the first time, his hands and feet were so stable, and all he thought about was the joy and excitement of victory.

However, now, he was actually trembling, and he seemed to be shaking more and more, his body was shaking, and he was almost unsteady on his feet.

Is this because of the unwilling struggle of a person who has already ignited the desire to be reborn and suddenly falls into the threat of death again?

He didn't know.

All he knew was that the pebbles under his feet had begun to loosen due to the rapid erosion of the running water......

Then, before the feet of the white light clothes could jump away from it—

Perhaps, he didn't have the strength to jump away anymore.

Even if he had the strength, he didn't know where to jump, it was all dark in all directions, where was the water, where was the shore, he couldn't see it clearly.

Then, a "plop" was heard, and his whole body was swept into the water.

At the moment of falling into the water, Bai Qingyi suddenly stopped trembling and was no longer afraid.

He was even a little calm.

Death is death, I always have to die anyway, what is the difference between dying in the water and dying in that damn Jizo?

Besides, twenty years ago, I was a damn person, and God has allowed me to live twenty more years, which is really good for me.

Thinking of this, Bai Qingyi even smiled slightly, and then closed his mouth.

However, his eyes were wide open, resisting the impact of the oncoming waves.

He seemed to be looking for something, but he muttered, "Hmph, I want to see what the Grim Reaper who came to extradite me looks like, if he really has an extra nose or ass than us."

But he saw nothing.

His eyes seemed to have been gouged out, and all that greeted him was the endless darkness, darkness, and in his ears, there was only the sound of running water.

At this time, I don't know where came a distant, small, long sound, as if the leaves of late autumn were slowly falling in the autumn wind.

He hadn't paid attention to the sound of falling leaves before, but now, he heard it.

He suddenly realized that the sound of leaves falling from the branches was so beautiful and beautiful.

He sighed slightly, and said secretly: Probably this is the footsteps of the god of death spreading his wings and soaring into the sky.

As if he was too tired, his eyes finally closed.