By the ti Han Jing woke up, She was already lying on a soft grassland. She frowned, looked around, this felt like underwater?
Xiao Xue lay in her arms, sleeping like a little pig. Han Jing reached out and patted her, and she woke up.
Lian Xichen and An Chuxue lay beside them. Han Jing got up and went over to pat them.
Lian Xichen and An Chuxue also woke up, and couldn’t help but ask in unison, "Where are we?"
Han Jing shook her head.
She felt weak and limp all over, probably exhausted from earlier. Other than that, she was okay.
The surroundings were still dark, but completely calm now. They were lying on soft grass, and Han Jing wondered how these grasses could grow in such a cold lakebed.
And also... Who set the barrier around them?
If it’s like this, the already unconscious them would have suffocated and died at the bottom of the lake long ago.
Han Jing looked around puzzled, there were only the four of them here. It’s not her, and ruling out Xiao Xue and An’an, then it would be... Lian Xichen?
But it seed he was unconscious too!
"Brother, when we fell, was it you who carried and Xiao Xue down?" Han Jing suddenly asked.
Even though at that ti her mind was scattered, unable to see or feel anything, she was sure that soone had indeed hugged her then.
Lian Xichen was stunned for a mont, just about to respond when An Chuxue interrupted, "That can’t be, Brother Lian was always holding my waist, couldn’t possibly have a hand free..."
This sentence swallowed back the "It was " that Lian Xichen was about to say, shifting the topic: "This must be the bottom of Jingluo Lake, right? We’d better hurry to find Ting Luo. If we can’t find her, we’re afraid it’ll be hard to leave here."
Han Jing stood up, her expression strange, "If it’s not you, then who set the barrier around us?"
Lian Xichen...
"Mirror, I see a palace!" At this mont, An Chuxue suddenly shouted, breaking Han Jing’s confusion.
Han Jing quickly asked, "Where is it?"
An Chuxue pointed in a direction, "Over there! It’s only about two hundred ters away from us, but... on the way, there are lots of strange things!"
Han Jing curiously asked, "What things?"
"Like... ghost spirits?" An Chuxue was a bit scared, instinctively shrugged, "It’s so dense and terrifying. Is this really the lake bottom, not, not hell? Could, could we already be dead?"
Han Jing twitched her lips, "Look down and see if your heart is beating."
An Chuxue really looked down at her heart and then heaved a sigh of relief, "It’s beating, thank heaven."
"Besides ghost spirits... Is there anything else?" Han Jing couldn’t see. Her surroundings were pitch black.
An Chuxue shook her head. She had perspective but not the Yin Yang Eye. She could see ghost spirits because of faint black shadow fluctuations, the dense and scary kind, but she couldn’t see anything else.
"I see them, just ghost spirits... But, so many, and... very powerful ghost spirits." Xiao Xue added honestly from the side.
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