And his head was groggy, as if it were filled with lead, and it fell little by little, and it fell, and it fell, and it seemed that it was about to drop him into the water.

If it goes on like this, it probably won't take a cup of tea, and the entire corridor will be filled with these turbulent waters, submerging all the space.

And at that time, even if he has great ability, I am afraid that he can only suffocate to death and become a floating corpse in the water.

He shook his head vigorously, rubbed his cheeks, and even kept banging his head against the stone wall, just to sober himself up.

He looked around, then at the cave that had been dug but had collapsed, and said secretly: Since the water gushed out from that place, then, according to the two seniors, it should be an underground river.

Underground rivers are usually connected to rivers on the ground, so if we follow this logic, then there must be a river, a stream, or a waterfall not far behind the rock wall.

If you swim along this underground river, if you're lucky, you might be able to get out of this damn place.

Alas, I can't manage so much now, and I can't think about it so much, whether I can get out of here or not, I have to boldly gamble, so that at least there is a chance of escape.

If I just stay here and wait for the turbulent waters to recede, then I don't even have a 10% chance. I definitely can't let go of this opportunity.

Thinking of this, he inserted the jade flute around his waist, rolled up the hem of his robe, and plunged into the water with a fierce man, swimming towards the collapsed passage.

Although Lan Yutang is not proficient in water, he is not a landlubber either.

He walked against the current in the water, slowly approaching the passage that had just been dug up and collapsed, and then, to his surprise, the passage had not completely collapsed.

But a large stone lay in the middle, temporarily blocking the bombardment of the strong water, and the mud and sand in it had been washed away, leaving a narrow but barely passable passage.

And it was precisely because of the collapse of this cave that he could feel the collapsed stones against the current and slowly approach the burst stone wall.

The water is still pouring in, and because the space in the corridor has been filled with water, the water has begun to slow down gradually, and there is no longer the heart-rending shock that it had at the beginning.

Lan Yutang held his breath, picked at the sudden edges and corners of the stone hard, approached the stone wall little by little, and finally, finally climbed from the underground to the back of the stone wall.

At this time, he only felt his body suddenly relax, as if it had been stuffed from a smaller container into a larger container.

Although it was still so stuffy, it was much more comfortable, and the feeling of almost crushing the bones on the body was suddenly released.

However, a thought immediately flashed through his mind, this is indeed a river, and I am now in this river that communicates with the outside world.

At this moment, Lan Yutang's depressed mood suddenly relaxed, and the tiredness of struggling for a long time in the water was overwhelming.

Then, as if grasping at his weak spot, the current around him ran as fast as he could, not knowing where to roll him.

Lan Yutang was startled again, and kept scratching and grabbing with both hands, but the water was empty, and there was no driftwood or anything else that could be used to save his life.

Just as he panicked, his head suddenly hit something hard.

Probably rocks.

Then, a heart-piercing pain swirled, and then, nothing was known.

When Lan Yutang woke up, he found himself lying on the grass by the river.

The grass was soft and fragrant, and the river was flowing gently past him, like a nocturnal song played by an immortal jade flute.

The scenery was pleasant, but his body seemed to be scattered with bursts of piercing pain, and he had no strength at all, and his head was dizzy.

Is this because I just hit a rock and hit it too hard?

Lan Yutang didn't have time to think about it, and was slowly drowned out by the overwhelming warmth that filled the whole body, and the soft, peaceful feeling began to occupy the entire nervous system, so comfortable that it seemed to be lying on the big goose plush bed in the bedroom at the moment.

Although his mind was clear, he didn't want to open his eyes to see this familiar world that he didn't know how many times he had called in his heart.

Now, he just wanted to lie down here and get a good night's sleep, preferably never wake up.

Because he was afraid, he was so scared, he was really afraid that when he woke up, he found that he had just had a dream.

He was really afraid that he was still in that corridor at the moment, and that the world in front of him that had reborn him was just a dream he had.

He was so tired.

He really wanted to take a break.

Then he suspected that he was dead.

At this moment, there is nothing more than a soul that has been detached from the body.

This soul was about to be driven by the bull-headed horse face with a whip, and walked towards the Netherworld Temple step by step, and was about to embark on the road to the Yellow Springs of the eternal land of death.

But......

However, this real feeling of rebirth does not feel like a dream, nor does it feel like an immortal undead struggling in the gloomy land of the dead.

Because, suddenly, he heard the rustling sound of the wind from nature blowing slightly on the grass and trees.

He could smell more clearly, the warm sensations that came to him and made him feel soft and cozy, clearly smelling of the sun.

He finally opened his eyes.

When he looked up at the sky, the soft and quiet sunlight above his head seemed slightly dazzling.

He covered his eyes with his sleeves, and with the immortal jade flute as a support point, he slowly got up from the grass, his steps staggering and staggering.

And his head was groggy.

He shielded the impact of the strong sunlight in the sky with his dull sleeves, and looked around, but no, his eyes were still a little blurry, and he couldn't see clearly.

When his mood completely stabilized, he found out that he was lying by a stream in the mountains behind the Golden Villa at the moment.

Seeing that he had finally been washed out of the ground by the water and returned to his original world, he smiled bitterly, and he didn't know whether he was glad about his rebirth or afraid of the changes that had just happened.

He clutched his heavy head and staggered along the rugged riverbank, just as he wanted to get out of the place that had created an infinite nightmare for him, when he suddenly found that a long shadow was floating down from his head in the direction of the sun's rays, shaking like a ghost.

Is it really a ghost?