Forces of Temptation

But Nan Zhou clearly sensed that he turned around.

The monster with its own face had a physical body at first, but when it twisted its neck, it disappeared out of thin air.

And what sifted through his fingertips was only the icy sea water.

Nanzhou floated up from the water again.

The mist is already as thick as sea water, even with resistance.

The moonlight should still be bright, but after the light is thrown into the thick mist, it is like an egg that has been beaten into the water, spreading out and becoming thin and messy.

Nan Zhou took off his water mirror and stared into the depths of the fog, a layer of wet water droplets quickly appeared on his eyelashes.

He lowered his eyelashes and frowned slightly.

He was worried that Jiang Fang had encountered the same thing as him.

In his opinion, Jiang Fang was different from himself, a very fragile human animal.

Anyone who is abandoned in an ocean full of unknown creatures without any support, and has just witnessed his own body, is now probably on the verge of collapse.

And Nan Zhou didn't yell, just stepped quietly in the water for a while.

He lowered his eyes without emotion, thinking seriously about Jiang Fang and the solution to the problem.

When he was in a trance, a jet-black shadow shot towards his ankle like a flying arrow.

A hand protruded from the blurred and swollen shadow, and grabbed Nan Zhou's ankle.

The swollen hand wanted to pull Nan Zhou's ankle and drag him into the depths of the ocean.

But before the shadow could get close, Nan Zhou, who had put on his diving goggles a long time ago, suddenly leaned back lightly and turned over, face to face, and stared at his corpse calmly.

That force also had a certain biological nature, Nan Zhou was taken aback and subconsciously retreated.

This time, Nan Zhou clearly saw the process of its disappearance.

It is soluble in water, and after shaking in the rippling water waves, it completely disappeared.

Nan Zhou leaned on his waist and stood upside down in the water. After staring at the bizarre underwater world for a while, he surfaced again.

He confirmed that it was a lowering of the head.

But, why did the lowering head suddenly appear in the sea?

It is very likely that the one who brought the paper figurine covered in corpse oil nearby and manipulated the unlucky guest of the hotel next door was the matryoshka squirrel that was also manipulated by Bowtou.

To find a position, you need to draw a formation in advance.

The head drop that can make objects explode at a long distance is a compound head drop based on positioning drop.

After they headshot each other to pay their respects, Nanjixing killed the squirrel and released the strange bird inside the squirrel.

And that bird has been locked alive in the body by the drop head on the squirrel's tail.

In short, if the lowering of the head does not rely on a certain medium and is not arranged in advance, then it must be performed at close range.

Especially this kind of powerful head-down that has both lethality and attack power, and in order to increase the terror, let the phantom grow a face of its own.

After seriously analyzing the other party's scary routines, Nan Zhou began to think about the solution.

It is of course best if you can swim out of the range affected by lowering your head.

But Nanzhou felt that it was unlikely.

No one knows how big this range is.

100 metres? 1 km? 15 km?

Moreover, if the lower head is alive like the squirrel bird and is a manipulated sea fish, then it is impossible for him to swim past it unless he grows gills in place.

Going back to the boat is not very realistic either.

This lowering of the head can make the sea fog up out of thin air, and can make Jiang Fang, the diving guide and the other two tourists disappear together. Even if he really swims back to the starting point 20 minutes ago, what is waiting for him there is probably just a vast expanse. sea ​​of ​​mist.

Under the unnecessary consumption, he may not necessarily be dragged into the water and drown, but will die from exhaustion.

Nanzhou swings his legs slowly, and the thin diversion grooves on his flippers allow him to clearly feel the direction of the ocean current.

He raised his hand to drain the moisture in the mask, took off the breathing tube, thought for a while, and after considering the captain's request not to throw garbage into the sea, he held it in the palm of his hand instead of throwing it away.

The emergency air bottle is on Jiang Fang's body, so it's good.

If he encounters any danger, at least he can slow down until he can save him by himself.

Jiang Fang told him that diving into the bottom of the sea rashly is a very dangerous thing.

If caught and dragged to the depths of the ocean, it is likely to die from the water pressure before being deprived of oxygen.

Now, in order to solve the problem quickly and go to Jiang Fang's side to protect him, Nan Zhou wanted to try it.

He stretched his body and slowly inhaled oxygen to fill his lungs.

Even knowing that the monster with its own face reached out to him from the icy sea water again, it didn't disturb Nanzhou's breathing rhythm.

A cold hand grabbed Nan Zhou's ankle.

His body sank suddenly.

When he opened his eyes again, Nan Zhou saw the sea surface hanging high above his head, which was like a sea of ​​clouds in the sky due to the thick fog.

Nan Zhou was calmly dragged by the water ghost to the starry sky flickering with biological light under his feet.

Diving masks are only snorkeling specifications, and they can do a job well within the water pressure of five to eight meters underwater.

When the Nanzhou was dragged ten meters below the sea level, it was finally overwhelmed and opened the first tiny crack.

The pressure coming from all directions quickly squeezed the oxygen in Nanzhou's chest and squeezed his eardrums, causing him to quickly fall into a semi-dizzy state.

Fortunately, the location of the lower head was indeed not far from him, that is, a trench a hundred meters away.

It is about twelve or three meters away from the sea.

Among the beautiful corals, there is a yellow clay jar hidden.

The belly of the jar is big, but the mouth is narrow, about ten centimeters in diameter.

The altar seal has been opened, and a strange cyclone surrounds it.

If it is on land, Nanzhou will hear the sound inside except the sound of water.

It was the desperate guttural sound of a drowning person after being swallowed by water.

It's a pity that at the bottom of the sea, this sound is also swallowed up.

Before Nanzhou was dragged into the jar, a large octopus showed interest in the jar, poking its head around the jar, with its tentacles sticking to the edge of the jar, about to burrow into it.

Suddenly, a force stronger than the suction cup on its claw tip pulled it into it.

Soon, it was spit out by the jar again.

More precisely, "squeeze".

After only staying in the jar for two seconds, it swelled tenfold, as if a corpse had been fermented in a closed and foul-smelling water environment for dozens of days.

It became a piece of elastic carrion.

Its small eyes were almost cracked, the eye sockets were loose, and the eyeballs rolled out.

The jar was not in a hurry, and spit it out slowly, like an egg that had been knocked open with a gap the size of a fingernail, hanging upside down, allowing the egg white to slowly sieve out.

The octopus can't make a sound, but Nanzhou can clearly feel its pain.

The jar was extremely strong, and the swollen octopus was squeezed out of the jar little by little, and fell into the sand on one side.

The octopus, which was full of vitality two seconds ago, still has a little memory activity in its limbs.

It paddled its swollen limbs, climbed a few steps, and then fell silent.

Nanzhou was also pulled near the mouth of the altar.

In the water, normal people can't use too much strength.

The resistance and pressure of the ocean is a terrible and natural compressor.

Nan Zhou turned over, and supported the mouth of the yellow clay altar with both hands.

Inside the jar, a strange, pale, resentful man's face was reflected.

His lips opened and closed, speaking Thai silently.

If Nan Zhou could understand Thai, the words of the man in the altar would make one's hair stand on end.

"Ah, pain... kill me, or I will kill you..."

"Let's be together... Let's suffer together."

It's a pity he can't read it.

So to him, a man just opens his mouth like a goldfish.

He resisted the vortex-like force, and put his hands on the edge of the jar, trying to smash it into pieces.

However, when he grabbed it, the jar was unscathed.

And the monster in the jar seemed to have suffered tremendous pain suddenly, and even went mad.

Dozens of arms stretched out together, even including the tentacles of the octopus just now, they wrapped around Nan Zhou's hand and pulled him into the altar together.

The scene in the altar has changed again.

There is far more than this face alive in the altar.

Rolling, twisting, and writhing are dozens of soaked snow-white limbs.

They have no substance, entangled with each other like smoke, rolling each other into painful twists.

But Nan Zhou didn't focus on this.

To his surprise, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't destroy the jar.

His joints ached from the strong suction.

Although it couldn't help Nanzhou for a while, once Nanzhou let go, within a radius of ten meters, it would be impossible to find anything that could shelter him in the water or let him get out.

The sand is soft, the coral is loose, and the fish are swimming.

He simply couldn't grab anything he could leverage on.

What's more, Nanzhou has survived for nearly 3 minutes on one breath.

The oxygen in his lungs was already turbid, his chest seemed to be on fire, and it was so hot that he couldn't see clearly.

The sound of the water gradually became quiet, only Nan Zhou's body was getting desperate.

He clearly felt the whole process of small explosions of the alveoli in his body.

The situation is obvious.

If this continues, Nan Zhou may drown and die, or he may let go of his hand due to the loss of strength caused by suffocation, and be pulled into the jar, becoming one tenth of that.

Nan Zhou clenched his teeth.

He wrestles silently in a corner of the vast sea, unknown to anyone.

This surge of despair can easily make people feel suffocated in advance.

And Nan Zhou didn't have the heart to despair.

Across the swaying sea water, Nan Zhou saw a line of dark red numbers on the yellow clay jar through the cracks in the mirror and the weak light from the bottom of the sea.

That's like a date.

Nanzhou spit out a little air bubbles.

His lungs were officially out of oxygen.

Therefore, this is his last effort.

Nan Zhou clenched the breathing tube in his palm, let go of one hand, pointed the tip at the date, and when he was about to draw it down, the power from inside the altar suddenly strengthened.

Because his physical strength had reached its limit after losing oxygen, Nan Zhou's body lost balance for a moment, and he leaned straight towards the mouth of the altar——

Suddenly, a familiar strange force struck behind him.

His body was pulled violently in the opposite direction.

And it was during this struggle that Nan Zhou regained his balance and bought some time.

With great force, he scratched it off, erasing a corner of the dark red date on the altar.

The huge suction force from inside the altar died down in an instant.

And Nan Zhou, whose power was half overdrawn, was also dragged by that force. He grabbed the jar that had lost its function with one hand, and quickly retreated backwards.

However, what greeted him was not a pitch-black jar, twisted limbs, or suffocating pain.

It's Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang put his arms around Nan Zhou's waist with one hand, quickly took off the air bottle he was wearing and let him put it in his mouth.

When fresh oxygen flooded into his lungs again, Nan Zhou took a deep breath, feeling a little drunk for a while, and looked up at him hazily.

Jiang Fang was not in a hurry to float up immediately, but took Nan Zhou to swim slowly for nearly 2 minutes before surfacing with him to avoid the sudden change of water pressure from hurting him.

The mist on the water surface had dissipated at some point.

He rubbed Nan Zhou's ears to drain the seawater in his ears, and helped him patiently smooth the wet hair sticking to his lips behind his ears.

The corners of Nan Zhou's eyes were slightly red from stains, so he let him serve him obediently, staring at him with his eyes open.

He heard Jiang Fang say with a smile: "Look, what have you done to my little paper figurine?"

Nan Zhou raised his hand to touch his lips, it was warm.

The back of the ear is also hot.

Nan Zhou's heart jumped belatedly.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse.

He said, "You said the bottom was dangerous."

Jiang Fang nodded: "I know."

Nan Zhou: "Then what are you going to do?"

Jiang Fang smiled like a spring breeze: "Looking for little paper figurines."

Under the moonlight as clear as silver, Nan Zhou suddenly put his arms around Jiang Fang's neck.

Nan Zhou's lips touched his pulsating neck veins, and there was an urge to bite him.

In order to restrain himself, he withdrew.

Jiang Fang thought he was using himself as a buoy again, and looked at him with a smile.

...until the thin, angular lips in front of her kissed his lips proactively.

The author has something to say:

Brother Fang: Kiss the eyes, the corners of the mouth, and the ears. Everywhere is kissing around the mouth.

cat cat: kiss w