Chapter 142: Diary

"Go."

With a flick of his fingertips, the ball of light fell into the well.

Ye Mu squinted his eyes and looked down at the well, as the ball of light fell, the dazzling golden light quickly illuminated the four walls of the deep well, and everything in the well became clearly visible.

The moss-covered uneven stone walls were crawling with dense black insects, and these insects were so frightened by the light balls that they immediately fled in all directions, and swarmed into the moss and stone crevices on the well walls.

The barrel that had fallen into the water had sunk into the water, and black ripples rippled on the surface of the water, the ripples were extremely small and slow, full of an indescribable sense of incongruity.

The deep well emitted an unbearable stench, and when the ball of light touched the surface of the water below, it instantly turned into countless electric currents, and countless dark golden ripples suddenly rippled on the surface of the water.

"That's not right..."Ye Mu muttered with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Qin Aowu pinched his nose and leaned over to Ye Mu's side.

"I always feel like the color in the water is wrong."

"Is it because of the light, it's dark and you can't see clearly?"

"Probably not."

Ye Mu took out the night sword at his waist, and after hesitating for a moment, he still threw the long sword in his hand into the well.

Qin Aowu asked puzzledly, "What are you doing?" ”

Ye Mu closed his eyes, and while feeling the position of the end of the night, he opened his mouth to explain to Qin Aowu: "Measure the depth of this well. ”

Nearly five minutes passed, and Ye Mu had not yet measured the depth of the stone well, and everyone looked at Ye Mu intently, waiting for him to get the results of the experiment.

After another moment, Ye Mu still closed his eyes and said nothing, Qin Aowu couldn't wait any longer, and cautiously asked softly in Ye Mu, "Haven't measured it yet?"

"No... It's too deep. ”

Before the words fell, Ye Mu's eyes suddenly opened, and he said softly: "It's the end!" ”

Dai Qing looked at the bottom of the well in surprise and said, "It's too exaggerated, right?" Does it have to be several kilometers deep? ”

Ye Mu shook his head and said: "There is water about seven meters below the well, and the water depth is about eight hundred meters, the water in this well is problematic, it is very viscous, and the speed of falling at the end of the night is quite slow." ”

Dai Qing was stunned and said: "An eight-hundred-meter-deep well? How can it be! It's simply unheard of. ”

Ye Mu affirmed: "At least eight hundred meters, I can clearly feel the distance between Ye Yu and me. ”

Ye Mu stretched out his hand and gently grasped it in mid-air, and the Night End Sword that emitted a faint cold light reappeared in his hand again.

"It's a pity that I can't bring anything back at night, and I want to see what the water in this well is like." Ye Mu pondered for a moment, then looked at the girls and asked, "Do you have a rope?" Eight or nine meters long is enough. ”

"I'll see." Dai Qing took off the backpack from behind and began to rummage, and after half a sound, he took a small roll of transparent glue from the bag and handed it to Ye Mu: "There is still a little bit left, I don't know if it is enough." ”

Ye Mu was surprised: "Have you kept this transparent glue for a few months?" ”

Dai Qing Nunu said: "I don't usually use it, isn't it just in handy." ”

Ye Mu took the transparent glue in Dai Qing's hand, and kneaded it while stretching it, and the originally flat transparent glue was quickly kneaded into a long strip.

"It's still not enough, look at the length of four or five meters at most." Ye Mu looked at the scotch tape in his hand and sighed.

"Add this rope and tie it in a knot and it should be ready to go." Liu Wen untied the rope around the little goat's neck and handed it to Ye Mu.

Ye Mu took the rope and said with a happy face: "Together, it is indeed enough." ”

Ye Mu joined the two ropes together, pulled a piece of clothing on the hanger and tied it to the rope, jumped to the stone well, and carefully put it into the well.

"The wall of this well is very rough, the gravel always hangs on the clothes, come to two people to help me see the angle of falling, I am afraid that I will not pay attention to the clothes on the wall of the well." Ye Mu greeted.

"Here we are."

Qin Aowu and Dai Qing walked over, leaned aside, and looked down at the long rope that went deep into the well.

"Slow down, slow down, the rope is shaking..."

"Stuck... A little bit in the middle, yes, yes, that's it. ”

When he finally put the rope tied with his clothes into the water, Ye Mu only felt that the rope in his hand seemed to be suddenly stuck by something slimy, he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and scooped up the clothes from the water little by little, for fear that the rope made of temporary splicing would be torn off by himself.

"What is this, it stinks." Looking at the clothes that were dumped on the ground by Ye Mu and covered with black slime, Dai Qing covered his mouth with an ugly face.

Ye Mu squatted down, found a wooden stick and poked his clothes, the tattered clothes were sticky, as if they were stained with black glue: "Sure enough, it's not normal water, it's sticky like glue... By the way, Master, do you know what this is?" Changsha

Hearing this, the Lotus Pond monk glanced down at the clothes stained with black slime in front of Ye Mu, frowned and pondered for a long time, and then slowly spoke: "This should be caused by the fusion of too much resentment and the well water of the Yin, this phenomenon I have only heard from the master that if it is placed on the earth, it will not be seen once in a hundred years."

"What about that black, little bug? Have you seen it? ”

The Lotus Pond monk was stunned, but still shook his head and said, "What bugs?" Brother Ye, you told me this, the little monk didn't understand. ”

Ye Mu reacted at this time, the Lotus Pond monk didn't see those insects in the well just now.

"Monk, look at it, it's this kind of insect on your clothes." Dai Qing pointed to the clothes on the ground and said to the lotus pond monk.

Perhaps when I threw my clothes into the bottom of the well, I accidentally touched the wall of the well and climbed on the worms, and there were two strange-looking insects on my clothes that were stained with inky water from the well.

Since the crossing, Ye Mu has encountered countless weird and terrifying bugs, so much so that he is no longer surprised by these weird and ugly bugs.

The black worm looks like a flea, with thick and short antennae, sharp mouthparts, a wide abdomen, well-developed and thick hind legs, and a hard body like a small black pebble.

"Little monk, take a look." Lotus Chi lifted his robe, slowly squatted down, and looked carefully at Ye Mu's ball of light for a long time before he spoke: "Amitabha, the little monk thinks that there must be something wrong with this insect..."

"What's the problem?"

"The little monk doesn't know."

Well, every time you get to the point, you don't know it, you haven't seen it.

This lotus pond monk can find a problem very subtly every time, and wait until it arouses the curiosity in Ye Mu's heart, and then decisively tells Ye Mu: "I just feel that there is a problem with it, and then I don't know."

It's like those magic sticks who talk about 'the secret of heaven must not be revealed' all day long.

It's annoying.

Ye Mu sighed and said, "Forget it, let's take a look at the house first." ”

There are only three rooms in this courtyard, and the layout is not as atmospheric as the main courtyard, and when you open the door, you can find that these three houses are the kitchen, the laundry room and the storage room.

In the kitchen, the three cauldrons were clean, the floor was stacked with rotten and moldy ingredients, and the ribs hanging under the beams were deflated and blackened, and the whole house was filled with a disgusting stench.

Ye Mu touched a handful of black ash nearly two centimeters thick on the stove, and said with emotion: "What the hell, this meat looks like it has been left for a year or two at most, but from the accumulated dust, it seems that at least no one has stayed in it for hundreds of years."

"Don't take this kind of unreasonable thing seriously." Dai Qing is now learning and selling.

Ye Mu chuckled, patted Dai Qing's head, and turned around and walked into the laundry room.

The laundry room is much cleaner than the kitchen, and the stone laundry sinks on the left and right sides are lit with white candles, and the pools are empty, and nothing special has been found.

The final storage room was even more sparse, filled with dry firewood and a pungent musty smell.

The third area of the group is a long-abandoned garden, in the middle of which is a delicate rockery, surrounded by a circle of flower beds, but the flowers and plants in these flower beds have long since died, leaving only a black soil.

The two houses on the side of the garden are filled with all kinds of flower pots and some gardener's tools for weeding and raising flowers.

At the entrance to the garden, there was a simple house with a small wooden bed in it, which Ye Mu guessed should be the gardener's resting place.

"See if there's any clue left in this room." Ye Mu rummaged around the room, trying to find some useful clues.

The room was small, like a one-room apartment for young people who had just stepped out of college and into society, except for a bed, a bedside table, a table, and a wardrobe.

There was a pink flower pot on the old wooden table, and if the sun could still be seen in the world, if the flowers in the pot had not died, the first rays of the morning sun would surely be swaying on the unknown flowers in this pot.

Next to the flower pot is a small black stone plate, on which is a simple wooden pole brush, the front end of which has fallen off, bare like a chopstick.

There were several simple gray and white clothes hanging in the closet, and the wooden bed was wobbly, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Dai Qing pinched her nose, cautiously opened the door of the bedside table, took out the heart of the red fruit tree from her bag and lit it, and looked into the cabinet by the firelight.

"Ye Mu, there seems to be a book here."

"I'll take a look." Without waiting for Ye Mu to speak, Qin Aowu walked over, put his hand into the cabinet with a big grin, and took out a small yellowed book.

Ye Mu slapped Qin Aowu on the shoulder, making Qin Aowu tremble.

"Ye Mu, what are you doing, scare me." Qin Aowu turned his head and said dissatisfied.

"Aren't you afraid that there is no candle in the table, and a little ghost will come out and gnaw your hand when your hand reaches in?"

Qin Aowu was stunned when he heard this, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead: "I forgot, I forgot..."

"Show me what it is." Ye Mu took the yellowed book from Qin Aowu's hand, turning page by page.

"You can show us too." Dai Qing lit her toes, tilted her head for a long time and couldn't see the content of the book in Ye Mu's hand, so she was so anxious that she stomped her feet.