Celestial Masters Alliance

The helicopter flew over barren soil slopes, over beautiful mountain forests, and finally hovered in a place filled with thick fog. Due to low visibility, the helicopter was raised as high as possible to avoid touching obstacles. Ma Tiantong took out the compass and saw that the pointer on the compass was spinning rapidly and lost the ability to guide the direction. So he unbuckled his seat belt and rushed from the back seat to the cockpit, pinching his fingers and whispering to the driver.

Mu Mu and I looked at each other, worry evident in our eyes. Zhang Lingxi and Zhao Jinglan were very calm, but there was a difference in their calmness. Zhang Lingxi always argued with Ma Tiantong, but in his heart he was very sure of Ma Tiantong's business ability, so his calmness was entirely out of trust. On the other hand, Zhao Jinglan tried her best to maintain a calm demeanor, but the clenched fists hidden behind her betrayed her.

Facing the endless thick fog, the pilot also began to panic, and the steady fuselage swayed left and right, as if he was drunk.

Will there be another mirage after the thick fog? Recalling the mountains and forests in the desert mirage, I actually have some expectations. As the plane landed, the small expectations dissipated like thick fog swept away by the propeller.

The plane landed on an unfinished bridge across the lake. The bridge was preparing to intersect at the center of the lake from two opposite ends. For unknown reasons, work was stopped at the intersection, leaving only two bridge piers apart. It can connect the north and the south, so why stop the work?

I followed Zhang Lingxi off the plane and looked at the broken section of the bridge. The thick fog mixed with the water vapor on the lake surface made the humidity saturated. Within a minute after I got off the plane, the water vapor condensed on the tips of my hair, forming a The special tree hangings and clothes also absorb water vapor to their heart's content, becoming an accomplice in taking away body heat.

I shivered and focused on taking pictures of the bridge. I saw that the exposed steel bars on the unfinished cross-section of the bridge had peeled off layer by layer due to rust. The water vapor had taken good care of the cement, except for causing rust spots. , there is not even a trace of cracks. It seems that the work has been stopped for a long time and it is humid all year round.

"Is this Fuxian Lake? Or is it the entrance to Fuxian Lake?" I approached Zhang Lingxi and asked.

Zhang Lingxi glanced across the lake, then looked back at Zhao Jinglan and Ma Tiantong who were standing next to the plane and said, "We haven't arrived yet! We have to jump off from here."

"What?" I felt dizzy and couldn't help but hold my forehead. Mumu hit me with his elbow and winked at Ma Tiantong.

Ma Tiantong and Zhao Jinglan were having a heated argument. Since the helicopter's engine was turned off, their voices penetrated the lake and the valley, hollow and echoing.

"No! Just pretend there's no reason!" It's rare to see Ma Tiantong at a loss for words.

Zhao Jinglan had no intention of listening to him. She took off her backpack from the plane and took out the simple scuba and diving goggles inside.

Ma Tiantong became anxious and reached out to grab the scuba. Zhao Jinglan was not a vegetarian either, so she quickly dodged Ma Tiantong's hand. Ma Tiantong became even more anxious and turned around to attack Zhao Jinglan again. Seeing that the two were about to use force to stalemate, I quickly ran over and stood between the two of them.

"Aren't you here to help us?" I stretched out my hands in a gesture of surrender, winked at Ma Tiantong, and then turned to Zhao Jinglan.

Zhao Jinglan was surprised for a while and looked at me carefully, full of suspicion. She thought for a moment before replying: "I'm going down here to give you one more helper."

When Ma Tiantong was about to speak, I quickly made a move to shut him up, then turned sideways and glanced at Zhao Jinglan, raised my chin towards the driver sitting in the cockpit and asked in a low voice: "Is the backup reliable? What if? We needed rescue, but found that the plane was missing. Wouldn’t it be unjust to wait for death on this deserted bridge?”

Zhao Jinglan's eyes flashed, and I quickly pursued the victory: "I trust you 100%. I have a solid back, and I feel at ease no matter where I go." As I said that, I patted my chest and glanced at the wood. Mu Mu could naturally understand what was in my eyes. He shook slightly and turned his head away, not intending to help me.

I sighed in my heart, but with a smile on my face, I bowed to Zhao Jinglan and continued my embarrassing one-man show: "Can I ask my sister to be a reinforcement and stay here temporarily?"

Zhao Jinglan is a smart woman who understands powerful relationships. Coupled with the steps I gave, she instantly lost her anger. She nodded lightly and said, "Then be careful. How many hours should we use as the time limit?"

Obviously these words weren't meant for me, and I certainly didn't have to pick them up. Ma Tiantong glanced at me gratefully, raised his wrist and looked at his watch to estimate the time and said: "There are still twenty hours before the defense of Fuxian Lake is restarted. If we are not back by seven o'clock tomorrow morning, it will prove that something has happened to us."

Ma Tiantong's words made me secretly surprised. The helicopter took us two hours, which means that the distance between here and the desert cannot be calculated by foot. Without Zhao Jinglan's help, how would Zhang Lingxi plan to bring us here? Flying with a sword? There are still twenty hours left, and we haven't even found the door yet. How can we find the people and things we want and exit safely before the system restarts?

Thinking of this, I glanced worriedly at Zhang Lingxi, who was squatting at the intersection of the bridge deck that was gradually being submerged in smoke, wondering if he had no intention of coming out?

In just ten minutes while I was trying to settle down, Zhang Lingxi had installed expansion nails on the cement surface of the broken bridge, and the landing ropes were also in place. Mu Mu was discussing technical issues with him in the past, and the two of them took out simple diving supplies from their respective backpacks. Seeing those simple goods, my hand unconsciously touched the shark's feather in my pants pocket. This thing is more reliable than what Zhang Lingxi and the others prepared, but they can't let them know the secret of the shark's feather. The massacre on Longxi Island is still there. I still remember it vividly.

Seeing that Ma Tiantong was still clinging to Zhao Jinglan, I quickly urged Ma Tiantong for fear of another incident. They said their final goodbyes, and then we were able to gather at the landing rope.

The equipment Zhang Lingxi prepared was the same. What attracted my most attention was the survival kit, which included a scalpel, suture needles and threads, blood drainage hoses, sling tubes, saline, antibiotics, and anesthetics. Although the models were not complete, they exceeded my requirements. With so many first aid supplies, why not prepare larger oxygen supply equipment? I don't think that small oxygen supply bag can last even fifteen minutes. Can Ma Tiantong lead us to the door of Fuxian Lake within three minutes?

"Get off first!" Zhang Lingxi handed the sliding buckle to Ma Tiantong expressionlessly.

Without even looking at Zhang Lingxi, Ma Tiantong neatly put on the buckle and jumped off the bridge. I was placed in third place, with Zhang Lingxi in charge, which made me feel like I was being forced, which was not very comfortable.

The lake surface is at least fifty meters away from the bridge. The lake water is bone-chilling at noon in midsummer, with temperatures on the verge of freezing. No wonder the mist is also so cold. The surface of the lake is calm, but there is suction hidden under the water. If the water quality is slightly poor, you will lose control and be pulled down to the bottom.