Chapter 85: There is a very poignant story in it 5
In an instant, my originally indifferent face became extremely pale. I turned around, but his pleasure was not hit in my heart. Instead, I felt a very weird feeling, like a fly that I couldn't shake away.
"careful!"
He exclaimed behind him, and I looked back, only to see green light sweeping across the sky. His face was particularly desolate in the green light, and his eyes were filled with panic and pain. However, before the green light touched mine,
By that time, I had already fallen into the bottomless abyss
I wanted to take off and fly, but my body seemed to be restrained by an invisible thing. I tried my best and couldn't break free from its restraints. I could only watch myself continue to fall. The invisible oppression made my breath stop.
It became more and more urgent, and finally, I lost consciousness
When I woke up, I was lying in an underground palace. It was very deserted. There was nothing but stalactites. I stood up and walked forward. It seemed like it was another world. There was an endless sea in front of me.
I'm pretty sure I'm underground at this moment, maybe at a very deep bottom, and could the thing in front of me be the legendary Dead Sea from which no one has ever escaped alive?
Standing on the edge of the Dead Sea, gusts of cold wind blew, fluttering my robe. The sea was dead silent. Although the gusts of sea breeze blew, there was no ripple. It was surprisingly calm.
When I was very young, I heard legends about the Dead Sea from my mother, but my mother didn’t know the true origin of the Dead Sea. I only heard fragments of it from older people.
Legends are generally beautiful, especially the legends that have been passed down. They contain a lot of beautiful expectations of the tellers, so the Dead Sea becomes a poignant story.
It is a beautiful ballad: When the sea breeze blows, the man returns home. When the sea breeze blows, the man returns. Without seeing the sea breeze blowing in his life, his heart becomes gray when he stays on the shore. When he does not see the sea breeze blowing in his life, he looks at the sea and is heartbroken.
However, in the end, this infatuated woman stood on the edge of the Dead Sea, looking away her whole life, unable to wait for her lover to return, and she finally turned into a stone sculpture on the edge of the Dead Sea.
I don’t know why I came here. Could it be that woman who lured me here? But, I am not related to her, why would she do this????