Chapter 317 The Terror Under the Well
Wu Xian stood at the mouth of the well.
Holding a torch in his hand.
He wants to be the pioneer to explore whether it is safe underground.
The surface of this well is very wide, with a diameter of more than one meter. Even the largest coffin can be easily thrown in.
The torch in his hand was made by Wen Chao using wooden sticks, rags and lard. After experiments, it can burn for more than a quarter of an hour. Everyone carries one, and it can be used for a long time if used alternately, which is enough to provide a basis for exploration. of lighting.
Wu Xian had a thin fishing line tied around his waist. This fishing line allowed him to slowly lower to the bottom of the well.
Someone may be confused.
With so many people going up and down, they all rely on this thin fishing line. Aren’t you afraid that the fishing line will break due to excessive wear and tear?
Actually no.
The reason why magic weapons or weapons obtained by worshiping gods give people a very fragile impression is because they are corroded by evil spirits. If evil spirits are not involved and are simply used, every magic weapon worshiped by gods is very durable.
Just like when Wu Xian was experimenting with a blood-stained boomerang, he used it to smash countless weeds...
Wu Xian took a deep breath: "Let's go!"
As the fishing line slowly descended, the surrounding light gradually dimmed. Even with a torch, Wu Xian felt a sense of depression. Looking up, he felt like he was far away from the light, and looking down, he felt like he was falling into an abyss.
Every time Li Juxian's hand shook, Wu Xian would bump against the well wall. By the light of the torch, he could clearly see the moss and various strange algae on the well wall.
These algae are affected by the ghost energy, and their appearance is all strange and fascinating.
The further down he went, the colder Wu Xian felt. The damp water vapor seemed to penetrate into his body. His knee joints were aching, as if he had suffered from rheumatism at a young age.
Finally...
Wu Xian’s toes touched the water, and a bone-chilling coldness suddenly rushed in, making his whole body tremble, but he still descended little by little until his whole body Floating in the water.
He pulled the fishing line, and the fishing line suddenly became looser, but it was still tied to his body. This was to ensure that Wu Xian could be pulled up if danger occurred.
By the light of torches.
Wu Xian saw the scene down the well.
The underground well is very spacious. The structure of the entire well bottom is like a gooseneck bottle. The diameter of the well head is one meter, and the diameter of the bottom of the well is five or six meters, like a small pool.
The water in the pool was extremely cold, but very clear. Although corpses had been soaked in it before, it only made Wu Xian a little uncomfortable.
He shook his legs twice and couldn't touch anything.
Place the torch as close to the water as possible.
Under the light, the bottom of the well was pitch black, and nothing could be seen down there. Looking up again, the light at the mouth of the well was extremely weak, and only human heads could be seen peering down.
What if...
The well water is deep enough to be hundreds of meters deep.
What if...
There was a huge water monster in the well, opening its mouth to face him...
What if...
There was a hand in the darkness, grabbing Wu Xian's ankle and pulling him Pull all the way down.
Can anyone save him?
Countless horrific scenes flashed through Wu Xian's mind instantly.
The unknown deep pool stimulated his fear. There might be anything hidden under the dark pool. His heartbeat was beating violently, and the echo of his violent breathing seemed to flash in the small space.
Seeing the fear intensify. Wu Xian hurriedly waved the torch, and when the fire shone on the side, he found a relatively flat stone on the left side. He hurriedly swam over and stepped on the stone before his heartbeat gradually stabilized.
Eventually.
Nothing appeared in the well water.
Wu Xian wiped his sweat. He thought he had experienced so much and nothing could scare him. Unexpectedly, it was this well where nothing happened, but it made his spine shiver.
Darkness, claustrophobia, deep water, unknown...
"As long as there is danger that can take people's lives at any time, fear will always exist. People without fear are either ignorant or invincible... ...It’s a pity that I am neither ignorant nor invincible, I am just a fun person caught in the middle.”
“Oh, but there are still good things.”
“Fortunately, I was there. After listening to Jian Lingyu’s advice, I didn’t insist on pouring excrement into the well when killing the water ghosts... That’s the real fear.”
In the darkness, Wu Xian complained to himself, his voice echoing in the empty well. The tension in his heart eased a little, and he started to do business.
Su Xuan and Wei Qinglan did not come down immediately.
They will wait until Wu Xian confirms that the bottom is suitable before they come down one after another.
Before letting them come down, Wu Xian had to at least find a place to stay and a way to go elsewhere. He illuminated a circle with a torch, his expression gradually falling.
"Trouble, the surroundings are closed, and there is no other foothold except this stone. So how did the toxin spread to the other side of the pit?"
Wu Xian measured the direction.
I found that the direction of the big pit was exactly in the direction of the platform I was standing on, and then tested the water flow to confirm my judgment.
So he inserted the torch into a gap in the well wall, stretched out his hand and fumbled around under the stone.
Crack!
He touched something and slowly took it out. It was a piece of human hand bone. There was no flesh and blood on it, and only four of the five fingers were left...
I guess it was left by someone who was killed by a water ghost in the past.
Wu Xian swallowed: "Well...it's not a human head, thank you really."
He calmed down for a moment, then continued to pick out the hand bones, and Wu Xian increased the number of bones in his hand. He touched the range that he could touch, and felt a hole...
"Ah...this gap cannot be entered by diving, but how far does it take to dive?" Wouldn’t it be possible to dive all the way without a place to float up and take in oxygen?”
Wu Xianguang felt panicked just as he was floating in the well water, and naturally he did not dare to try diving by himself.
He thought for a moment.
Take out the telescopic stick and tap on the wall. Listening to the sound coming, a smile appeared on his face.
In the direction of the water flow, the wall of the well is a solid boulder, which is estimated to be at least tens of centimeters thick. A stone of this thickness cannot be easily removed, and breaking it violently may cause other risks.
But Wu Xian has a way to solve the problem.
He turned out a poker in his hand. The poker was still dry. As a permanent accessory, the White Ghost Poker was also waterproof.
Wu Xian shook his hand.
A writing brush appeared in my hand!
Tiangong magic pen!
This brush is an imitation of the 'Ma Liang Magic Brush' by the immortal craftsman. Use this brush to draw on the material, and the material can be directly forged into the shape of the painting!
With this brush, Wu Xian can easily distort the shape of this boulder blocking the road and create a road here out of thin air!
He waved his brush and drew on the boulder.
Although there is no ink, the place where the pen tip touches is all shimmering. This boulder is very big, so there is a lot of space left for Wu Xian to draw.
Soon, a light door appeared on the stone!
(End of this chapter)