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"What the hell was that soft spot I just hit?"
I glanced over at Bald Qiang. Aside from spitting out a mouthful of foul water, he seemed to have no serious injuries and didn't need any bandaging. So, I hurried over to check on Zhengyang and the others.
To my surprise, Xiao Xiao was completely unharmed. The bowl had protected him, leaving only minor scratches. We moved on to check the others who had been thrown out, starting to bandage their wounds.
The one who seemed to be hurt the worst was undoubtedly Saint Void Child.
He was unfortunate enough to land near Bear Big. With Bear Big's height and strength, he had slammed into Saint Void Child when they fell. I figured that the impact from Bear Big had sent him flying with added force, and to make matters worse, it looked like he had hit his head directly against the wall, causing a serious injury!
Fortunately, his brain hadn't spilled out; he only had a five or six-centimeter gash on his forehead. He would survive. With the help of the bowl holding up his head, I quickly stitched him up with some thread and a needle. After all the manual labor I'd done on the island, I knew how to sew. The wound looked ugly and would likely leave a scar, but given the situation, stopping the bleeding and saving his life was what mattered most!
Aside from Saint Void Child, everyone else had minor injuries from hitting soft spots and had merely lost consciousness. I estimated they would wake up after some rest. Once I finished treating their wounds, I went to check on Simple Submarine.
What I found left me dumbfounded—the submarine was practically totaled. The Diving Shield was shattered, and the engine was burnt out; it was nothing more than a pile of scrap metal!
The only thing still operational was a gauge panel. According to its readings, we were currently over four thousand meters below sea level—essentially at the ocean floor!
It seemed that Atlantis Civilization truly was an advanced civilization; they had developed incredibly strong pressure-resistant materials over twelve thousand years ago. The passage we were in was built underwater; if it hadn't been able to withstand pressure, it would have been crushed by the ocean long ago. Yet these passages remained intact after being buried for so many years—something beyond current human capabilities!
The deeper my understanding grew, the more fear gripped me!
I couldn't help but wonder what kind of energy source Atlantis possessed. What else awaited us ahead?
I sighed lightly and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed I would need to ask Baozhu and Tu Gen for help when we returned—requesting them to send a submarine capable of diving into deep waters for our rescue. I also tried contacting them via radio but couldn't get through; they were likely busy escaping the tsunami's center and had probably already left our communication range. We could only wait for the tsunami to pass before attempting contact again.
After resting for nearly an hour, Zhengyang and the others began to regain consciousness one by one. After briefly explaining our current predicament to them, they all fell silent.
Right now, it wasn't pretty; we were in a dire situation.
If...
If we can't contact Preserve or Tu Gen, trapped in this godforsaken deep sea, unable to escape or survive, and accompanied by an inexplicable sense of danger, it’s hard to see any hope. Those with weak willpower and resilience might just break down. Fortunately, we’ve all weathered storms before, so we remain silent, without much negative emotion. Especially that Ghost Granny, still puffing on a large pipe, her face as grim as ever. She is the only one who hasn’t been injured; can we really count on this old woman? She is supposed to be our main force now, and we are all relying on her...
Could she be too scared to react? How can she remain so calm at her age? I thought to myself, feeling frustrated.
“Don’t overthink it!”
Zhengyang stood up, lifting the hem of his soaked Daoist robe and tucking it into his waist. He said in a deep voice, “Back when we were at the Nine-Tiered Corpse Tower in Desert Eye, things were much worse than here! At least we’re alive now; in the end, we still made it out. As long as we’re alive, there’s hope! Everyone has rested enough; it’s time for us to set off.”
Zhengyang is definitely the soul of our group; his words lifted our spirits. Thinking back to our time in the desert was truly grim; surely our current situation must be better than that?
I don’t know about others, but at that moment, I felt a surge of determination. I quickly packed my bag and was the first to dive into the tunnel.
The tunnel was extremely damp, filled with the smell of dead fish—more pungent than anything else—similar to the stench of large fish left to rot on a beach under the sun. It seemed that over time, some seawater had seeped in and dried out, leaving behind a musty odor that was quite overwhelming. As soon as I entered, I instinctively covered my nose. After a brief observation, I noticed that the stone walls on both sides of the tunnel were particularly smooth and delicate, almost polished like wax. The signs of human renovation were very obvious; I wondered what the Atlanteans had built this tunnel for over ten thousand years ago.
“Hey, there are characters here—Chinese characters!”
Suddenly, Saint Void Child's strange voice called from behind me: “Come look!”
Characters?
I was taken aback and quickly turned around.
Saint Void Child was wrapped up like a mummy, with only his eyes and nostrils visible. At first glance, he startled me; I thought I had seen a ghost! The inscriptions were located at the entrance of the tunnel. When I shone my flashlight on them, sure enough, there was a line carved into the stone wall—roughly etched as if done with some tool—not very neat but clear enough. After staring for a while, I finally made out the message: “I knew you would come. Hurry and leave this place; soon it will turn into hell. If you don’t leave now, it will be too late.”
The handwriting was elegant yet showed clear signs of being freshly carved; it seemed to belong to a woman.
“Someone has been here before us!”
I had no words but felt an eerie familiarity with the script—it seemed vaguely recognizable yet I couldn’t pinpoint whose handwriting it was.
Regardless of who it was, this person had definitely arrived at Atlantis Ruins before us and seemed to have discovered something important, warning her companions to leave quickly because this place would soon become hell.
It seemed that something significant was about to happen in Atlantis.
This discovery cast a shadow over our hearts as we silently continued on our journey.
I was still leading the way.
The tunnel wasn't very long, perhaps only four or five hundred meters at most, and it sloped downward, meaning its overall direction was continuously descending.
In fact, ever since we entered the Atlantis Ruins, we had been moving downward toward the seabed. I had no idea how deep the Atlantis Ruins were buried!
Overall, we hadn't encountered any issues in this tunnel; it was quite empty with no obstacles. In the blink of an eye, we had moved forward about three or four hundred meters. At this point, my powerful flashlight could illuminate the exit. However, just as my flashlight hit the exit, I noticed something round poking out. When the beam of light shone on it, there was a reflective phenomenon. But in an instant, that protruding object quickly retracted!
It seemed to be... a head!
A reflective head?
Whatever kind of head it was, it definitely wasn't a human head; human heads don't reflect light!
A chill ran down my spine as I drew my Azure Dark Sword and charged forward, shouting, "Something is watching us!"
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