Mysterious recovery: starting from the strange lake

Chapter 2 Strange Lake
It was cold and damp, and there seemed to be water flowing beside it, and there seemed to be fish swimming, this was Yu Qian's feeling at the moment.

"Where am I?"

s~
"My body is so cold..."

The heavy eyelids were as difficult to open as if they were filled with lead. After trying several times, they only opened a little.

But it is also this little bit that makes Yu Qian see clearly the environment he is currently in.

The place where the eyes enter is a deep and quiet place, there is no sunlight above the head, and around him, dark human-shaped shadows rise and fall.

Everything above and below is like this, densely packed and countless.

"This... is this ghost lake?!"

Yu Qian's pupils suddenly widened, and the scene in front of him was very familiar to him.

This kind of scene, in the mysterious recovery, is only seen in the ghost lake. Dozens of hundreds of ghosts are all immersed in a piece of lake water.

"Why did I come here? Wasn't I attacked by the ghost in the room?"

"Why didn't I die, but came here instead?"

Looking at the ups and downs of the black shadow, Yu Qian fell into deep thought.

The water of the lake was gloomy, and the spooky emanations suppressed all the ghosts in the water, except the source of the ghost lake and Yu Qian.

After the panic at the beginning, Yu Qian soon discovered an unusual thing. He didn't have supernatural powers in him, so he wouldn't be suppressed by Ghost Lake.

Although I don't know why I am still alive, but these are not important.

There is only one thing to do now, and that is to get out of the ghost lake as soon as possible, and leave as soon as possible before being noticed by the ghost in the ghost lake.

Calmness in times of crisis is an excellent quality.

Yu Qian took a deep breath, a miraculous thing happened, he actually breathed air, instead of taking a big gulp of water as expected.

"Very well, my peculiarity has appeared, and it seems that my golden finger has played a role."

Although he didn't know the specific function of his golden finger, but now was not the time to think about it.

In the dark environment, there are all ghosts or ghost slaves around, and Yu Qian can't tell if the black shadows around him are ghost slaves from Ghost Lake or real ghosts.

According to the description in the original book, those who can act in the ghost lake are ghost slaves.

Normally, Yu Qian might wish to be surrounded by ghost slaves, but here he wishes to be surrounded by fierce ghosts.

"I hope it's not a ghost slave..."

Yu Qian scanned the surroundings, looked up at the top of his head, and estimated the distance a little. He is now about 20 meters away from the water surface. Although there may be errors, it should not be too much.

After determining his approximate distance from the water surface, Yu Qian tried to swim a few times, and the water flow was stirred:

"Fine, you can move."

I looked around again and made sure that nothing changed because of my own movement. This is good news.

Yu Qian breathed a sigh of relief: "Thanks to being able to swim, otherwise I would have to stay here."

Without much hesitation, Yu Qian began to float towards the water surface. According to normal circumstances, if a living person falls into the ghost lake, he will die immediately and become a ghost slave of the ghost lake.

But Yu Qian didn't have it. Not only didn't he, he could move freely in the ghost lake, which was extremely abnormal.

Yu Qian knew very well that the reason why he could do this was entirely because of the golden finger, that is, the grafting ability.

"Does this count as the protagonist's aura?"

Yu Qian muttered secretly in his heart.

The ghosts around were still ups and downs, Yu Qian stirred the water and floated up quickly, the process went smoothly and did not disturb the ghost slaves.

But is this really the case?

At this moment, at the bottom of the Ghost Lake, a blood-red coffin slowly emerged from the mud. The moment Yu Qian began to float towards the surface of the water, a crack suddenly opened in the coffin, and an invisible stream of water came out of the crack.

Then he rushed towards Yu Qian quickly.

The coldness intensified in an instant, Yu Qian's face changed, and he quickly looked under him, only to see an extremely strange water flow passing through the water quickly.

Straight towards his position.

"Ghost of the source! Damn, I knew things wouldn't be that simple..."

When he saw the stream of water and the red coffin that popped out suddenly, he knew what was going on.

Sensing the increased coldness and ominous spookiness, Yu Qian hurriedly sped up his movements.

But obviously, his speed couldn't compare to that ghost.

The water was surging, and when Yu Qian was less than ten meters away from the water surface, he suddenly felt his ankle tighten, followed by a huge force, which suddenly pulled him down.

At the same time, Yu Qian felt that the blood in his whole body was becoming cold and corrupt, and the water flow seemed to envelop his whole body at this moment.

The cold, biting cold, spread all over the body, and the body quickly lost control.

"ghost!"

Yu Qian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was full of fear and unwillingness as he looked at the water surface that was getting farther and farther away from him.

"Ten meters...just ten meters..." Yu Qian muttered to himself.

But it's useless to say that now, ghosts don't sympathize with anyone.

His vision began to blur, and he seemed to hear the sound of the coffin lid closing. At the same time, Yu Qian felt that something appeared in his memory.

"Invasion of memory?"

A thought like this popped up in Yu Qian's mind, and after that, there was no follow up.

The lake water was gently rippling, the coffin at the bottom of the lake began to sink, the coldness began to retract, and at the moment when the strange coffin was about to completely sink to the bottom of the lake.

A darkness suddenly emerged, and it only enveloped the coffin in an instant. The coffin shook suddenly, and then stopped sinking.

Changes come quickly, but that's where the changes seem to end.

But at the moment of this change, a stick of red incense in an ancestral hall in Taiping Ancient Town suddenly broke.

Sitting on the reclining chair, the hunchbacked one-eyed old man suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the broken stick of red incense, and his face became cloudy and uncertain.

dong dong dong~
There was a knock on the door, and then the door of the ancestral hall opened suddenly, and a faceless man walked into the ancestral hall, behind him was an old woman in a shroud.

"What's the matter? There's something wrong with Ghost Lake?" The old lady saw the broken red incense stick at a glance, and her face became uneasy at this moment.

"Someone is trying to control the spirit of Ghost Lake."

The one-eyed old man stared at the broken incense, his face became more and more gloomy.

"Are you kidding me? Control the spirit of Ghost Lake? Who can do it now?" The old woman frowned, apparently not believing it.

"Are you kidding me?" The one-eyed old man was silent for a while, without saying anything, turned around and looked at the enshrined spirit tablets in the ancestral hall.

There are seven rows of spirit seats from top to bottom, and each row has a few dozen or so, adding up to almost a hundred, which is a lot.

Staring at these spiritual tablets, the one-eyed old man hesitated for a while, then reached out for the four spiritual tablets in the third row, and put all four spiritual tablets into his pocket.

Only then did he turn his head to look at the two of them: "Go and have a look."

Seeing the behavior of the one-eyed old man, the old woman and the faceless man also realized that something was wrong.

"Afraid of affecting Yin'er?"

A spirit appeared from the faceless man, and then words appeared one by one in front of the faceless man.

"Well, it may be affected, let's go and see the situation first." The one-eyed old man left the ancestral hall without saying anything.

The faceless man and the old woman didn't say much, they turned around and followed out together, the words in the air slowly began to disappear.

The gate of the ancestral hall slammed shut, but there was no sound.

Dachang City.

Seventh High School.

At this moment, Yang Jian, who was sluggish, looked at the empty seats in front of him, his eyes were full of doubts.

"Yu Qian asked for leave? Why haven't you come yet?"

Shaking his head, Yang Jian didn't think much about it, he just thought it was Yu Qian who had asked for leave. He lay on the table, involuntarily recalling the forum he saw yesterday and the old man in the photo in his mind.

Listening to the supernatural stories that Zhang Wei and Miao Xiaoshan talked about, Yang Jian always had an ominous feeling that something was going to happen today, as if it was difficult to deal with.

At this moment, in the ghost lake, inside the coffin shrouded in black light.

(End of this chapter)