Ghost Blowing Lantern II

The capacity of the scuba is limited, so there is no room for too much delay underwater. When Shirley Yang saw that Uncle Ming and I agreed to continue diving deeper, she made a sign to be more careful. The three of them connected each other with diving ropes and used all the energy on their bodies. All the lighting equipment was turned on, and amidst the strings of white bubbles expelled from the diving helmet's air valve, he dived into the dark valley at the same time.

We dived along the stone wall. Shirley Yang casually pulled out the diving knife and scraped away a thick piece of gray-white sediment. Only the surface of the rough boulder was exposed. The undulations looked like ancient monuments. I couldn't help but reach out and touch those. Ancient traces, just as they were about to continue diving, they suddenly felt a violent tremor coming from the stone wall.

As soon as my hand touched the stone wall that looked like an undersea ruin, I felt an unusual tremor. I was shocked. I thought it was bad. I forgot to read the almanac before going into the water this time. How could I catch up with an undersea earthquake? If you stay in the trench, you may be buried and crushed to death. At this time, there is no need to hesitate. Two ducks plus one duck, hurry up and retreat to the sea.

I was about to tell Shirley Yang and Uncle Ming to evacuate quickly, but I saw Shirley Yang suddenly raised his right hand and made a "careful" gesture. I was startled for a moment, and then I realized that the vibration of the stone wall was not an earthquake, but something happening in the trench. Things were moving, and the downward undercurrent suddenly increased. It seemed that the thing that hit the stone wall was above our heads. In the unknown situation, we must not be able to rise rashly. Shirley Yang took me and Uncle Ming to take advantage of a stream of water. Surge and hide behind the collapsed stone pillars on the seabed.

This trench is not as deep as imagined. Due to the complex and dark internal undercurrents, it is difficult to see the terrain below with a searchlight from above. However, once you dive down, you can use the "Poseidon's Dazzle", a strong light device with krypton bulbs at the bottom of the trench. "Wherever the light beam points, the scenery within tens of meters is vividly visible. The three of us crouched behind the stone and scanned everywhere with two searchlights, watching the surroundings attentively.

I took a quick glance along the searchlight pole and discovered that the trench was not naturally formed. The rows of rough stone pillars showed that this place was once a magnificent and huge building complex. The huge disaster that destroyed the world caused the place to sink to the bottom of the sea. The top floor of the building Covered by sea sand and silt, it has formed a brittle and hard slurry shell over time. The reason why this trench is exposed is not because there is a sunken ship, because there are no traces of modern ships nearby, and there is only one ship next to us that is corroded to the point of being damaged. The wreckage of an old wooden ship with only its frame and keel left is no longer just an ancient shipwreck that sank into the sea some time ago. The gap that just sank was probably caused by the collapse of several stone pillars in our hiding place.

The coral spiral is long from east to west and narrow from north to south. The dense undersea forests are mostly concentrated on the east side of the terrain depression. The terrain gradually becomes higher to the west. When the tide is low, black ghost islands will surface. The trench we dived into is between the coral reefs. Between the forest and the ghost island, when I used the diving bell for my first reconnaissance, I discovered that there were many dark caves and ravines on the seabed in this area. Now that I think about it, maybe they are the ruins of Guixu Ancient City below, and the scale is quite astonishing.

Thinking of this, I was a little distracted. Suddenly I felt Shirley Yang gently pressing my left hand, and the thing on my head also dived down. I couldn't help but raise the spear gun and prepare to fight the enemy. Uncle Ming waved his hand repeatedly to indicate that he could not force me. Yes, there must be some huge sea beast hiding in this trough. It may not have discovered us. Now we must extinguish all the light sources on our body to avoid exposing our target. Wait for it to swim away, and then try to sneak back quietly.

Shirley Yang also agreed with Uncle Ming's approach. We quickly turned off the lights. In addition to the searchlight "Poseidon's Dazzle" and the hanging headlights worn on the body, there were also two low-light lights in the metal diving helmets. , this kind of low-light light is a water pressure switch. It will automatically turn on when entering water less than 30 meters and cannot be turned off manually. It can illuminate a range of about half a meter in front of you in a dark and high-pressure environment, and can also illuminate your companions nearby. See your own face and reduce your psychological pressure. Compared with the strong searchlight, the low-light light in the helmet is too inconspicuous. Because of the weak light, you don't have to worry about exposing your traces even if you leave it on.

As soon as the light source went out, the bottom of the sea suddenly fell into darkness, and there was deathly silence everywhere. Thinking of the ancient city of Guixu that was destroyed that year, the haters in the city, including men, women, old and young, as well as chickens, dogs and cats, probably all fed the fish. , Nanhai egg farmers do not rush to mention the word "bead" when collecting eggs. It is said that there are ghosts and evil spirits guarding the clam beads on the seabed. Are those evil spirits the dead souls in the ancient city? Thinking about this, in this dark underwater ruins, I was really a little bit hairy, and I tried to persuade myself not to think too much.

But the special environment at the bottom of the sea, coupled with the water pressure of more than 100 meters deep, gave people an indescribable psychological burden, and an inexplicable sense of panic lingered. Thinking that Shirley Yang was by my side, I finally overcame it. I felt an uneasy feeling, but I could feel the undercurrent around me suddenly fluctuating. Knowing that something big was passing by us, I couldn't help but feel nervous again. I didn't know that this was a normal psychological phenomenon that occurred in the deep sea. Almost everyone in the deep sea Divers will show up, secretly scolding themselves for being useless. In those days, when the bayonet saw red, they wouldn't even blink. How come they become so useless when they reach the bottom of the sea? But don't let Shirley Yang and Uncle Ming see it, otherwise I will lose my reputation.

Although I was nervous, there were people who were more nervous than me. Uncle Ming in front of me seemed to have been stung by jellyfish, and his whole body felt like an electric shock. A long string of blisters came out of his diving helmet. Shirley Yang and I both We were startled by him, but we immediately understood what kind of fright Uncle Ming had. I saw him trying to pull off his helmet with his hands, and secretly cursed the old Hong Kong farmer for not knowing which tendon was wrong, so I quickly stretched out my hand to pull off his helmet. He held it down, pulled his body over, and waited in the dim light to see. It turned out that a squid appeared out of nowhere. This squid was not too big, and its body was as big as two adult fists put together. Its tentacles tightly grasped the frog mirror on Uncle Ming's diving helmet. Its body was pale and covered with purple-brown spots. Its two gray eyes were squirming back and forth on Uncle Ming's face.

Uncle Ming's sight was completely blocked. He didn't know it was a squid. He thought he had been swallowed by some sea animal. All he could see was the squirming intestines. Even though he ran across the boat and into the sea, he was frightened on the spot. , I was afraid that Uncle Ming would tear off his breathing tube, so I hurriedly held his hands firmly. Shirley Yang used a diving knife to gently open the squid's arms and legs from behind, and peeled it off Uncle Ming's diving helmet. Her hands It was so light that the squid did not feel any threat and never spit out ink.

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