Daomu Biji Chapter 109: Big Zongzi

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The feeling of this halo is very familiar to me, but the color seems to have changed.

I subconsciously wiped away the military strapping bag tied to my thigh.

In an instant, a heart-wrenching pain surged up, and my fingertips instantly felt numb.

My hand happened to touch the wound, and the painful feeling told me that the wound must be very deep and wide.

What is even more unacceptable to me is that the Buddha relic that Fatty and I almost sacrificed our lives to repay, now sank to nowhere along with that blow.

It seems that the blow of the woman in white not only injured my flesh, but also knocked down the binding bag. The relic must have slipped out of the binding bag, separated from the Buddhist urn and rolled into the water.

And the light blue halo of the relic turned into cyan due to the color of the river?

At this time, the fat man's arm stuck around my neck slowly relaxed.

I gasped for air and looked back at him.

And he was completely stunned by the halo in front of his eyes for a while.

"Have you seen where the female rice dumpling went?", I shouted to the fat man with my loudest mouth.

But the fat man said something unexpected to me.

"Don't be so loud, I can hear you."

It seems that the saddest thing is me. I don’t know if my hearing will be restored in the future.

It’s just a pity that I got a perfect score in listening when I took the CET-4 test.

We quickly looked around by the halo of the relics under the river.

The surrounding environment is basically the same as we guessed, except that there are no special seal carvings on the stone walls, and we don’t know what caused the shoal. It is definitely not sand, but more like rust, with a rust-like surface. s color.

And in every corner around, the woman in white and the countless naked beauties disappeared without a trace.

The ghostly howling in my heart gradually subsided.

Suddenly, the fat man beside me patted me. He frowned and pointed at the water.

I knew immediately what he wanted to say to me.

They might not have disappeared, but they might have taken advantage of the two of us being in a trance to sink into the water to search for the relics at the bottom of the river.

Going to get the relics? Or just escape?

This seems to be a life or death problem.

Without waiting for the fat man to stop me, I held my breath, endured the severe pain in my legs, and plunged into the water again with a sudden movement, and swam toward the center of the halo.

Because it is close to the beach, the water depth here is not as deep as the iron lock. It is only two people high. With the guidance of the halo of the relic, I should have no trouble finding it.

It’s just that I have to be extremely careful about those ghostly women, they may kill me at any time.

However, what surprised me was that after a few steps in the water, the relic was already parked at a place at the bottom of the river, and with the strong light of the halo around it, the river was completely transparent. I didn't Detect any threats.

My eyes kept scanning the surroundings, my hands kept groping for the expected location of the relic, and then I held it in my hand. The Buddhist urn and base not far away did not escape my eyes. Got it back.

After a round and round, I breathed air again.

And, not only that, the moment I got out of the water, perhaps due to the difference between water pressure and air pressure, I suddenly felt a ringing in my ears, and then I heard the sound of the river flowing again.

The recovery of the lost relic and the wonderful feeling of the sound made me feel happy.

I swam towards the fat man, holding up the relics and the Buddhist urn to show off to him.

At this time, the fat man seemed to have lost his soul, staring straight ahead of him.

I looked in front of him, but found nothing.

"Fat man, what's wrong with you?", I gasped and said calmly.

At this time, the fat man seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. His eyes were straight and he slowly turned his head, with no expression on his face.

"You can't hear it now, that tinkling sound, that tinkling sound, it's coming from the direction of the black wooden coffin." As the fat man spoke, the flesh on his face also twisted involuntarily. But his voice was more like howling at me.

At the same time, the sound of "ding...ding..." kept coming, and every sound hit my nervous system, which was completely unable to withstand the knocks and could collapse at any time.