Chapter 1798 The Bottom of Chuanhu Lake

Chapter 1797

The little ghost rushed to the back kitchen, but Mr. Han did not go to bed to rest, but sat at the table by the window. There were two thick stacks of straw paper on the table, one was brand new and unused, and the other was It is full of handwriting.

Obviously he has the habit of practicing calligraphy every day. I saw him skillfully took a piece of straw paper, spread it in front of him, dipped the old brush with freshly ground ink, and wrote down steadily, beautiful fonts appeared on the screen. on straw paper.

Xia Yuanqiu quickly walked behind him, only to see that he was writing irrelevant words on the straw paper.

But she felt that if Han Lao was really on her father's side, the one her father stayed in Wangchuan Valley waiting to join her, then he would definitely find a way to tell herself the news about his father, and if he couldn't say it clearly, he would definitely think of saying goodbye. way.

Among these seemingly unrelated characters, there must be some deep meaning.

She carefully stared at every word written by Mr. Han, trying to find clues from it.

Sure enough, she really found it.

Some people like to write Tibetan-initial poems and Tibetan-end poems, but they are also the easiest to be discovered. Han Lao wrote what he wanted to say on straw paper, not in the form of the word "Shenjun" Write down what he wants to say.

Only by reading according to the shape of the characters "Shenjun" can you know what Han Lao is writing. If you read it in an ordinary way, you will naturally not be able to understand it.

It seems that even Mr. Han's penmanship hobby will be watched.

After Han Lao finished writing, he didn't put it away. He used two small stones to block it, spread it on the desk, and climbed onto the bed in the room to rest.

Trapped at the bottom of the river and lake, the soul of the god has been separated for more than two hundred years, and has not yet recovered. The god left a message, and the one who can save her must be her daughter. If she meets her, she will give her to her!

Don't act rashly, everything is in the long run!

Old Han's words are cautious. It seems that their opponents are definitely not weak.

What she thought was right, her father was really trapped here, and he led her here every step of the way, just to wait for her to come to rescue him.

Xia Yuanqiu stretched out his hand to grab Yuanjun and Zhu Yan, and the three entered the jade bracelet space together. After the invisibility technique failed, the figures of the three gradually appeared.

Wen Rentuo and others quickly surrounded him: "How is it? Did you find anything?"

Xia Yuanqiu nodded, and said word by word: "The god was trapped at the bottom of the river and the lake, and his soul was separated from the body for more than two hundred years, and he couldn't recover. The god left a message, and the one who can save him must be his daughter. I must serve it!"

Jiang Wuyou's complexion changed drastically: "What? The bottom of the river?"

Xia Yuanqiu hurriedly asked: "Do you know Chuanhu?"

Jiang Wuyou nodded: "Of course I know, Chuanhu Lake is under this glacier, which is the source of the cold pool, the mother water of Xuanbing!"

They have experienced the coldness of the water in the cold pool, which is extremely icy but does not condense. If a person is thrown into the cold pool, the body veins and texture can be frozen into hard blocks in no time.

Who can emerge from the bottom of such rivers and lakes and still be alive?

Wen Rentuo said: "The god is different from ordinary people. He will not die easily. Since he left this sentence, it proves that as long as we rescue his body from the bottom of the river and lake, and return his soul to him, he will die." Will definitely come back again.”

"But as far as I know, although Chuanhu Lake is under the glacier, no one has ever found the entrance to Chuanhu Lake." Jiang Wuyou said.

Yuan Jun looked suspicious: "Since no one has found the entrance to Chuanhu Lake, how do you know this?"