Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai felt a dazzling white light suddenly burst out in front of his eyes. The light was extremely bright, like the brightest star in the night sky, brighter than he could imagine, so strong that it seemed to devour everything in the world mercilessly, leaving no trace. The light was so dazzling that his eyes seemed to be burned by a blazing fire. The pain came like a tide, unbearable, and he couldn't look directly at the light for even a second. Then, his consciousness quickly faded at an alarming speed like a flood that broke through the dam. The whole person was like a fragile fallen leaf in the wind, powerless to resist, and fell into the endless dark abyss without any resistance, falling into a deep coma, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

Time seemed to have completely frozen at this moment. Every minute and every second seemed so long, as if a long century had passed. When Wang Xunhai opened his eyes again with great difficulty and slowly, he felt that his head was as heavy as if it was filled with heavy lead blocks, and it seemed that it was tightly shrouded by a thick fog that was almost impossible to dissolve. His thinking became extremely slow, like a machine that had been rusting for many years, running with difficulty. Every thought seemed so laborious. He used up all his strength and finally struggled to stand up from the ground with great difficulty. His eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment. He began to observe the surrounding environment very carefully, trying to find some clues to solve the doubts in his heart.

He found himself in a dark and deep cave that seemed to have no end. The air in the cave was filled with a strong and suffocating damp smell. The smell seemed to have some mysterious and powerful power, like a heavy mountain pressing on people's hearts, making people feel extremely depressed and terrified, as if even breathing had become extremely difficult.

Wang Xunhai looked around in confusion, his eyes showing an eager desire, trying to find even the slightest clue in this completely unfamiliar environment. However, there was nothing around except the cold and lifeless stone walls. The silence here was eerie, let alone a human figure, not even a sign of life could be found, as if this was a corner completely forgotten by the world, isolated from the world, without a trace of life.

At the moment when his tense nerves just relaxed a little, a hand patted his shoulder from behind without any warning. Wang Xunhai was instantly struck by a devastating thunderbolt. All the hairs on his body stood up in an instant. His body involuntarily tensed up like a fully drawn bow, and every muscle was in a state of extreme tension. Almost subconsciously, he wanted to pull out the knife at his waist to use it as a self-defense weapon. But when his hand touched his waist, his heart instantly fell into an icy cave and fell into an endless abyss of despair. Because he was horrified to find that his knife had disappeared without a trace at some point, and the waist where the knife should have been hung was now empty, with nothing, which made him feel a strong sense of helplessness.

Wang Xunhai took several steps back in panic, stumbled, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were filled with extreme fear, and he stared at the man in front of him like a nail, as if he wanted to see through him with his eyes.

This man was wearing a tattered bamboo hat, which was covered with dense patches and traces of wear and tear. Each trace seemed to tell the ups and downs and long years of vicissitudes it had experienced. The bamboo hat seemed to carry countless stories, and people could not help but imagine how many difficult journeys it had accompanied its owner. He wore a hideous evil ghost mask on his face. The patterns on the mask were twisted and weird to the extreme. Just one glance at it made people feel a chill in their backs, and a chill ran straight from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, as if to freeze their souls. Each pattern on the mask seemed to be the mark of the devil, exuding a terrifying breath. He was wearing a dark cloth armor, the color of which had faded a little, and it looked old and dull, as if it had experienced countless battles and hardships. Every scratch and damage on the cloth armor witnessed the bravery and tenacity of the owner. His left hand tightly grasped Wang Xunhai's rope-patterned knife, the blade flashing a bone-chilling cold light in the weak light, that cold light was like the gaze of the god of death, making people shudder. His right hand held a bowl, which seemed to be filled with steaming hot soup, and wisps of hot steam continued to rise, bringing a faint warmth to this cold and dark cave, and also adding a touch of weirdness to this originally terrifying scene.

Wang Xunhai looked at the man in front of him with fear in his heart. The man slowly raised his head, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he wanted to say something. However, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly took off the terrifying evil ghost mask on his face.

When Wang Xunhai saw the face under the mask, he seemed to be hit hard by an invisible huge force. He fell to the ground again, his eyes filled with horror that could not be described in words. It was the face of a middle-aged man, but the facial features of this face were exactly the same as his own! The eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, the lips, every detail was exactly the same, it was simply a perfect replica of his appearance in middle age! At that moment, Wang Xunhai seemed to see what he would look like in the future, and this discovery filled his heart with fear and confusion.

Wang Xunhai's body trembled violently involuntarily. He stared at the "self" in front of him with his eyes wide open, full of fear and disbelief, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out. The man smiled slightly, and his eyes revealed an extremely complex and elusive emotion, which seemed to contain vicissitudes, helplessness, relief and a hint of sadness. His eyes seemed to travel through time and space, carrying countless stories and emotions. He just stood there quietly, and after a long while, he slowly said: "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Wang Xunhai, and I am you from the future. From now on, you can just call me brother." His voice echoed in this dark cave, with an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes.