"Water ghost?" Lao Cai almost jumped up in fright and trembled all over.

I was also feeling strange as I looked at the erratic green light in front of me and wondered if there were really ghosts in this world. But when I took a closer look, I realized that it was not a water ghost but a phosphorus fire.

"Phosphorus fire? Isn't it said that phosphorus fire is only found in mass graves?" the young master asked.

I said: "The same goes for the bottom of the river. After the Yellow River stopped flowing, many fish were trapped in the cut-off river. Later, when the river dried up, these fish dried up and died. Year after year, there were several layers of rotten things piled up in the mud. At a certain level, phosphorus fire would float out.

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"Won't these things be washed away by the flood in the second year?" a student asked me.

"It shouldn't be the case in Broken Water Lake." I said. In fact, I was just talking nonsense. I don't know how these phosphorus fires were generated. I just didn't want to show my shortcomings in front of these young people.

Lao Cai said: "Master Xu, that's not quite right. I understand what you're saying, but phosphorus fire only floats out when the temperature is high. You see, the weather is still a bit cold now, so it's unlikely that there will be phosphorus fire."

I couldn't explain this, so I could only hesitate and said: "Maybe it's hotter down here."

A few people were doubtful, but the green light floating below was indeed phosphorus fire. After a few glances, everyone knew that this kind of cold light had a strange beauty in the darkness. It is now difficult to see this kind of thing in the city.

We looked at it for a while and felt that there was nothing wrong. We went back to the campfire and continued chatting. The young master asked whether this part of the Yellow River used to be a cemetery, which is why there are phosphorus fires now, and whether there were all dead people under the Yellow River.

The old professor thought about it and it was possible, because this area is a sedimentation area. I heard that during the Song-Liao War, the Song army was defeated and the corpses were thrown into the Yellow River and flowed down the river, and they might have sunk here.

After chatting for a while, it was already getting late. We sent out the patrol, Lao Cai, to guard the first shift. His nephew was on the second shift. Lao Cai said there was no need for everyone to take turns. We are guests, so we were excluded. I thought it was the best.

Sleep peacefully.

I slept so darkly that the next day when I woke up, it was already noon. A few people took a few bites of big cakes, woke up those who were still sleeping, and walked towards the Yellow River.

I am no stranger to the Yellow River, but this time I walked after an absence of more than ten years. I was a little emotional and felt that the wind in the river was very strong and blowing on me. It was very pleasant. As we walked, we looked at the Yellow River bed that meandered on both sides like a python belt. Soon we came

Go to the largest waterless lake.

Several dredging boats were stranded on the shore of the lake. There was no one on them. The boats were filled with yellow sand.

The entire lake is like a giant bowl. The water level is very high, about three meters deep. The water is so clear that you can see the silt below. But no matter how clear the Yellow River water is, there is a limit. Especially the deepest part in the center of the lake is pitch black. We can't see if there is anything underneath.

clear.

The "there is something at the bottom of the lake" that Lao Cai mentioned about the four people who came to see the water ghost should be here.

We pushed a small boat from the shore and went to Lao Cai's nephew to row us to the center of the lake. Looking straight down from above, we could see nothing unusual at the bottom of the center of the lake.

I thought I would see something strange as soon as I arrived, but now I was a little disappointed. I felt that I might have been tricked by Lao Cai, but the old professor's expression was very serious. He squinted his eyes carefully as if he was looking for something in the water.

When we infected him, he squinted his eyes and looked at me, and then he heard the young master say "hmm".

Everyone looked at him and asked him what he was talking about. He said, "Look at the darkness below, but it doesn't seem to be very uniform. The center of the lake seems a little different from other places."

The young master has sharp eyes, but I couldn't tell that other people were like me. Finally, the old professor said: "Go down and see if the water is not deep."

I touched the water in the morning. The water was a bit cold in the morning. I didn’t really want to go down. The male student brought by the professor was called Shan Jun, so he had to take on this hard job. He took off his pants and got used to the lake. Then he jumped into the Broken Water Lake. The old professor was on the boat.

Shouted to him: "Be careful."

We watched him first swim around the boat and then dive into the water with a splash and dive to the bottom of the lake. We could see his shadow above and saw that he was very good at water and turned around like a fish in the water.

The circle swam toward the deepest shadow in the center, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

We waited for about forty seconds before he floated up and lay on the side of the boat. The young master asked how it was?
Chapter completed!