With her perspective alone, she couldn't see through at all, it was too deep, and there were thick rock formations. How did Bo Junxiao know? Can this also be calculated?

"It's not a hexagram,"

Bo Junxiao looked into her eyes, as if he could always know what she was thinking, "I have seen the terrain of Kyoto, and anyone who knows feng shui can deduce this." ”

Yan Mu shook his thumb at him, and Bo Junxiao raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Squatting beside the stone pillar, while Yan Mu held down the iron chain with his palm, he concentrated on the invisible long vine, which followed the rusty thick iron chain and quickly extended to the well.

She slowly closed her eyes, relying only on the long vine in her palm to be keenly probing.

What a deep well!

Yan Mu couldn't even count how long it had been going down before she felt the long vine hit a blocked place.

I remembered what the middle-aged man said during the day, it should be the recess between the dark river and the well.

After the iron chain blocked this place, the water flow and wind sound of the dark river were not easy to penetrate through the wellhead.

However, at this time, Yan Mu could perceive that there was an obvious gap between the pile of iron chains, and some subtle interactions between the flowing water and the air would make that kind of sound at the bottom of the well.

However, how could there be a gap in the iron chain that was so well coiled in a mess?

"Huh!"

At this moment, Yan Mu suddenly felt that her long vine seemed to have touched a moving thing, and she couldn't help but snort softly, and at the same time, she quickly put that thing into the space without hesitation.

Caught!

She is in charge of her space, as long as she enters her space, without her permission, it is a dragon that will honestly be coiled for her!

There was still an empty crisper in the space, and she put it in directly, without direct contact with the land in the space......

Because she felt that there was an obvious kind of ...... in this thing. K energy!

"Huh?"

Bo Junxiao looked at her.

Yan Mu waved his hand at him and motioned for him not to speak.

Immediately afterward, she concentrated her mind and probed for a while, and found that there were no other living creatures, so she breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled the long vine to move the heavy and thick iron chain, blocking the gap that had just been made.

The sound at the bottom of the well also subsided in an instant, and soon there was silence.

A layer of fine sweat had oozed from Yan Mu's forehead, the well was too deep, and the iron chain was too heavy and draining.

"Let's go back first,"

She wiped her sweat and said, "I'll talk about it later." ”

Bo Junxiao had already noticed that the movement at the bottom of the well had disappeared, and the essence in his eyes flashed, and he took her hand and left the wellhead directly.

"Young man, I'm really not afraid of evil, I'm not afraid of ghosts at the bottom of the well in the middle of the night!"

Two old men happened to come from the side of the street, still carrying half a bottle of wine in their hands, as if they had gone out to eat before coming back, and when they saw Bo Junxiao and Yan Mu leaving from the well, one of the old men couldn't help but sigh.

Another old man laughed and said: "The person to talk to, naturally find a quiet place, and then don't do bad things, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door." ”

When Yan Mu and Bo Junxiao heard this, they couldn't help but smile at each other.

Fortunately, it seems that the movement at the bottom of the well, after the positive guidance of some media "science", did not cause real panic among the residents of this area.

"What did you find?"

After returning to the room, Bo Junxiao asked.

He knew that Yan Mu would definitely have a harvest.

Yan Mu took out the fresh-keeping box from the space and placed it in the middle of the room.

"Bang Bang Bang-"

As soon as the crisper was taken out, I heard a crackling sound inside, as if a leather whip was being whipped in the box.

"What is this?"

Bo Junxiao raised his eyebrows, squatted down, bent his fingers and knocked on the crisper box, rubbed the ring on his thumb, and didn't see what he did, and the crisper suddenly fell silent.