Bai Haotian swam over, I went up to breathe, and after changing, I went into the water, and saw Bai Haotian floating in front of the two coffins, with his hands folded, and was worshiping. I swam over, her short hair fluttered in the water, her eyes closed, and her face was pious.

I don't know what she is doing. When she was worshiping, I went up and changed my breath, and felt that my lungs could no longer bear it.

When she went into the water for the third time, she finished worshiping and swam with me to the two coffins. There were also marks on the coffins. I think the number of one of them belonged to Zhang Qishan, and I have never seen the marks on the other coffin.

I couldn't ask anything under the water. Bai Haotian continued to swim forward. I saw countless glass products, all piled up at the bottom of the water. After the flashlight swept over, countless glasses flashed with dazzling light under the refraction of the water light. When I got close to one of them, I saw that these glass products were very thin, as thin as paper. Such things would be extremely difficult to preserve on land.

Those huge ancient tombs were like giant pillars, standing in the middle of these small goods. In the underwater part, you could see many iron nails hitting the decaying wooden boards. On these iron nails, there were leather bags that looked very old. I took one of them, and Bai Haotian gestured in sign language: There were corpses inside.

Swimming further forward, I saw piles of clay pots, each of which was more than three to four people high, and was piled up into pyramids under the water. At this time, my lungs were cramped and I could only float up.

Almost pushed onto the aisle by Bai Haotian. I lay on my back and gasped. Bai Haotian climbed up and apologized in panic: "I'm sorry, sorry, I forgot that my second uncle told me that you are in poor health."

I gasped and felt the sky was dark. I just dived down and couldn't get the bottom. I just swam on one layer and my lungs were no longer able to do it.

I looked at my watch and it was only less than 10 minutes. I still had physical strength, but I couldn't breathe. I don't know if it was a psychological effect or what my second uncle said was indeed the case.

"What were you worshiping just now?" I took a little while to ask, and she said, "I heard that it was the coffin of Lord Buddha and the crescent moon, but no one had ever confirmed it. But the habit is that everyone should worship the warehouse here to express awe. There are many dead people below, so I rely on Lord Buddha to watch here."

I sat up and wiped the water from my face. She said it again and then I understood. The hair on my body stood up. I heard that the Buddha was cremated. How could there be a coffin here? Is it a tomb of clothes? Or is there another story?

Compared to other people in the Nine Gates, I had contact with them when I was a child. Buddha is a legendary figure to me. I suddenly regretted not paying homage to me just now.

But it is impossible to get into the water again. I lay on the ground for a long time before getting up.

Bai Haotian felt guilty and wanted to take me home, but I refused. I lay in the car and drove out for hundreds of meters. I couldn't support it, so I fell asleep while parked on the side of the road. In my dream, I was always in front of the two coffins, dreaming that I was looking at the coffin, and the river like a river flashed in front of my eyes like a lantern.

Suddenly I woke up. I took out my cell phone, looked at the number of Zhang Qishan, and then typed the number of the crescent moon I just saw behind.

There is no relationship between the two numbers. However, although I was in college, although I was not good at math, I still know that these two numbers must be related to the entire coding system of the eleventh warehouse. One number cannot crack this coding system, but the rules in the two numbers can be found.
Chapter completed!