Although I have temporarily got rid of the unknown black creatures, doubts still linger in the hearts of the gunsmith and John. There are many strange things in this rainforest. Whenever the two of them relax their spirits, new abnormalities will appear. Fortunately, this place is not a desert, and there is no big problem in obtaining food and water. Otherwise, under this huge psychological pressure, the basic physiological needs will not be guaranteed, and John may have a mental breakdown at any time.

Two hours have passed in the blink of an eye. During this period, the gunsmith and John didn't say much. The two of them returned to their morning speed. Even if they were tired, they gritted their teeth and persevered, as if there was an unknown danger behind them chasing them.

At some point, dark clouds were already rolling above their heads. It seemed that a heavy rain was about to fall. At the same time, a shallow appeared in front of the two of them.

"We have to cross the river before the heavy rain comes, otherwise the water level will rise." John said as he looked at the situation ahead.

The gunsmith wades into the water for a few steps and turned around, "Now the water only reaches the knees, but when you walk to the center of the river, you may be waist-deep or even unable to step on the bottom. What are you sure you want to do this? I have to wade at least three or four hundred meters on the other side, which may be further away. If it starts to rain when you walk to the center of the river..."

John interrupted directly: "We will be trapped there, unable to reach the other side, and there is no time to come back. The turbulent river water will wash us away after the rise. Yes, I know, so we'd better stop talking and go over quickly." He said and walked forward.

The gunsmith didn't say anything else and followed. He knew in his heart that it would be impossible to wade across the river if heavy rain fell. The remaining two methods were left. One was to detour and go upstream to see where there was a lower water level and a narrower river channel. But God knew which section of the river was the narrowest. Maybe this shallow was the closest place between the two banks. The rainforest was very frequent, and it was normal that the water level continued to decline after the rise.

As for the second method, it is to spend some time building a simple raft to cross the river, but if the river water is very fast after the tide, the raft will be washed away like a human. Furthermore, staying on the wide river surface during thunderstorms is very easy to be hit by lightning.

Of course, there is a third option, wait until the rain stops before making a decision. However, judging from the situations experienced by the gunsmith and John, they would rather take a detour than stop.

The clouds are thick and low, the thunder is heavy and close. This is not a good sign. At most, five minutes will be the storm here, and then this shallow will become the bottom of the river.

The gunsmith and John had only left one-third of the way. They were facing a question of whether they should go back immediately. It should be too late. After returning to the shore, at least the two of them could choose to take a detour.

"Do you think going back is a good idea?" asked the gunsmith.

John decisively rejected the proposal: "No, I have a strong premonition that there is still danger behind it and it is very close. This river and this rain are the best opportunity for us to get rid of those ghosts and monsters. Even if it is washed away by the river and falls all the way down the waterfall, I will never go back to the shore on that side."

"Maybe you are right, but..." The gunsmith said, and the raindrops had hit him: "To cross the river smoothly, we have to speed up."

John replied, "Then let's fight!" After that, he simply jumped forward and swam.

The heavy rain in the jungle is unimaginable to urban people. The intensity of it being poured on people is like the artificial rainfall when filming a vulgar TV series. The male and female protagonists cry in the rain without holding an umbrella, and a fire truck is parked outside the camera...

John and the Gunsmith changed from wading to freestyle. There was no need to consider conserving physical strength in the current situation. The current problem was just a surge in water levels, but if you were delayed for a few minutes, you might experience rapids or piranhas. Even those with abilities would have to finish playing.

The initial distance estimated by the gunsmith was quite accurate. Two minutes later, the exhausted two climbed onto the mud on the other side. As soon as they got ashore, their faces were facing up, their chests were undulating violently, and they were breathless. It was never easy to swim for more than a hundred meters. They didn't even take off their shoes, and the water flow in the river gradually accelerated. The two of them could finally get ashore safely, and it had to be said that they had a certain amount of luck. If they stayed in the water for dozens of seconds or a broken tree suddenly floated over the upstream, it would be hard to say.

Looking back at the torrents behind him, the gunsmith felt scared. The so-called abilities are just individuals in front of the power of nature, and they are far from being superman. In his lifetime, if he reaches a level above the level of strength, he may have the ability to pass through this situation calmly.

The rain was getting heavier and the water level continued to rise. The river bank was in danger of being flooded. They took a little breath and stood up to find a place to shelter from the rain. John was in a good mood. Although he became a chicken, those ferocious and weird things were separated from the opposite side of the river. This adventure was worth it. Maybe you can have a safe sleep tonight.

"John, I have some bad news to tell you, you have to be mentally prepared." The gunsmith suddenly said.

John said, "What? What's in your pocket fell into the river?"

"No, my pockets have been sewn and changed. Even if they are hung upside down on the tree, they won't fall out." The gunsmith replied: "What I want to say is much scarier than losing things. In fact, I have been scared at this moment. You must keep it steady, don't scream or go crazy..."

John was already feeling his scalp tingling, and he asked, "What the hell is it?"

The gunsmith pointed to the jungle not far ahead: "Do you remember this road...it was the way we came across the river."

John looked in the direction of the gunsmith's finger and his face turned pale in an instant.

"In fact, I have good eyesight. I also saw the footprints left by us when we came, although it has gradually been washed away by the rain." The gunsmith said and turned back: "Look at the opposite side, it is the opposite bank we saw before crossing the river, and the scenery is completely consistent."

John sat down on the ground: "What's going on... it's impossible... why is this happening?!"

The gunsmith said: "The more reasonable explanation is that we turned around and came back."

"Impossible! Did we turn 180 degrees and go in the wrong direction but we didn't know it at all?" John yelled.

The gunsmith let out a long sigh, and the rain made his forehead press on his eyelids. He lifted his hair back and said with a serious expression: "We are likely to have encountered a situation similar to a folding space. The river is like a mirror. It seems that we have passed, but in fact it finally turned back."
Chapter completed!