Chapter 779: Gu Luo Longjing

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"Pull!" Yu Yisu's voice sounded in Wu Zhiyuan's ears again, and his words were crisp and neat. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Wu Zhiyuan didn't dare to hesitate, grabbed the iron chain and pulled it up, but after pulling it, he found that the iron chain was surprisingly heavy, this iron chain was as thick as an adult's arm, and its material was meteoric iron, so the weight was naturally not to be underestimated. Wu Zhiyuan had no choice but to pull upwards with his vitality, and his left and right hands were staggered and pulled up, accompanied by the "bang, bang, bang" sound made by the friction between the iron chain and the edge of the well, and the iron chain was pulled out of the well little by little.

After about a quarter of an hour, the iron chains next to the well have been piled up, and when they reach the height of a person's knees, the iron chains pulled out are at least three meters long, and the iron chains hanging in the well have not yet seen the end, which shows that the depth of this well is far more than three meters, and it is really unfathomable.

"Pull! Hurry up and pull! As soon as Wu Zhiyuan's movements slowed down, Yu Yisu's voice sounded behind him.

Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly accelerated the pulling speed, he didn't know why he pulled out the iron chain in the well, and he didn't know when he was going to pull it, but thinking that Shigong Gushen's life and death were uncertain at this time, and Shishu Yu Yisu was so anxious, it can be seen that this matter is by no means ordinary.

After a while, the iron chain was almost piled up in half of the room, and there was a bad smell of rust in the air, Wu Zhiyuan was already very shocked at this time, because the iron chain pulled up at this time was more than 100 meters long, and the iron chain in the well was still endless, not to mention, the iron chain that was pulled up was all dry, indicating that the water level was still not in the well for a hundred meters, which showed the depth of the well.

"Uncle Shi, do you want to pull it?" Wu Zhiyuan stopped slightly, and asked in a loud voice without looking back, because he knew that Yu Yisu could hear it.

"I didn't say stop, don't stop, keep pulling!" Yu Yisu's voice immediately replied.

Wu Zhiyuan was angry and sank into the dantian, and once again accelerated the speed of pulling, this time, only three or five meters long, he suddenly felt that his hands were wet and slippery, looked down, and was happy in his heart, it turned out that the iron chain pulled up at this time was wet, and a thin layer of mucus was attached to the surface of the iron chain, and the fishy smell was extremely heavy, and there were faint mottled rust on the iron chain.

"It seems that there is really water in this well, and the depth from the water level to the wellhead should be more than 100 meters." Wu Zhiyuan said secretly in his heart, but he didn't dare to relax in his hands, and still quickly pulled the chain upward.

At this moment, a series of "grunt" sounds suddenly came out of the well, and the sound was like someone spitting bubbles out of the water, "grunt-grunt-grunt-", one was faster than the other, and the other was clearer than the other.

Wu Zhiyuan was taken aback, grabbed the iron chain in his hand, probed to the well, and looked into the well. At this time, there was no strange wind blowing out of the well, it was pitch black, and it was impossible to see the situation inside, except for the increasingly urgent "grunt" sound, which seemed very calm.

Wu Zhiyuan stretched out his hand into his arms, wanted to start a burst of fire, and threw it into the well to see the situation inside, the fire fold had just been taken out, and suddenly a stream of yellow water gushed out of the well, and the yellow water rolled higher and higher, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the mouth of the well, almost flush with the edge of the well.

Wu Zhiyuan looked at it fixedly, and was shocked in his heart, the yellow water gushing out of the well kept tumbling, looking like boiling water that was being boiled, but the yellow water in the well was not hot, it just kept tumbling, and it seemed that it was about to gush out of the well in the next moment.

At this time, Yu Yisu's voice shouted: "Stop! ā€

Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly stopped pulling, and heard Yu Yisu's eager voice shouting: "Come to the hall and bring in the sack in the corner!" ā€

"Sack?" Wu Zhiyuan didn't know what kind of sack Yu Yisu was talking about, but there were four corners in the hall, and it was not difficult to find a sack, so he didn't ask much, stood up and rushed into the hall.

Looking around the four corners, Wu Zhiyuan finally landed his gaze on the corner of the wall near the gate, only there was a sack there, bulging inside, containing half a bag of things.

Wu Zhiyuan recognized at a glance that this sack was the one that his uncle Yu Yisu and Shigong Gushen carried on their shoulders when they came back from outside during the day, when Wu Zhiyuan mistakenly thought that it was Zhou Huanzhang and Bai Jinqiu who went and returned, so he secretly attacked from behind the door, Yu Yisu was hit in the nose, and he accidentally threw the sack on the ground. At that time, Wu Zhiyuan saw that glutinous rice, soybeans, yellow rice and other cereals were spilled out of the sack, and thought that his master and uncle used it to cook porridge, so he didn't care too much. Now Yu Yisu actually asked Wu Zhiyuan to take these grains to the back room, what is his intention?

Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly went over and lifted the sack, and asked loudly to Yu Yisu, who was sitting in front of the altar outside the door, "Is this it?" ā€

Under the light of the beating candle, Yu Yisu's eyes were closed, his face was solemn, his lips did not move, but his voice was loud in Wu Zhiyuan's ear: "That's it, get to the back room!" ā€

Wu Zhiyuan was startled by the sudden roar, and rushed into the back room with a sack.

Yu Yisu's voice sounded again appropriately: "Open the sack and pour the contents into the well, quick!" ā€

Wu Zhiyuan opened the mouth of the sack as he said, and looked inside, the sack contained half a bag of cereals, including glutinous rice, yellow rice, millet, wheat and soybeans, a total of five categories.

"It's grain!" Wu Zhiyuan said in a low voice, the folk said that the harvest of five grains is roughly these five categories, but there may be a little difference between the north and the south, such as where rice is not grown, the local five grains do not include rice, but are replaced by hemp seeds.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't understand why Uncle Shi wanted to pour this half bag of grains into the well, but seeing the yellow soup in the well rolling, it seemed that it would overflow out of the wellhead at any time, and this was obviously not the time to get to the bottom of it, so he grabbed the half bag of grains, mentioned it above the wellhead, and poured all the half bags of grains into the tumbling well water.

Strange to say, as the grains were poured into the well, the surging yellow water at the mouth of the well slowly became stable, and the water level began to drop slowly, until half a bag of grains was poured into the well, the yellow water in the well had receded and disappeared in the darkness of the well.

Wu Zhiyuan looked carefully into the darkness inside the well, but he didn't see anything, he could only faintly hear a low roar, which seemed to come from the distant underground, but the sound was thick, like the cry of a wild beast.

As soon as Wu Zhiyuan heard this voice, he felt extremely familiar, and after thinking about it, he thought that he had heard a similar sound in the locked dragon well in the inner dan room of Shizhong Mountain, but the sound sounded clearer, while the sound in the locked dragon well in front of him was relatively vague and seemed to be very distant.

"There is a chicken hanging on the willow tree next to the altar, slaughter it, take two bowls of chicken blood respectively, and feed one bowl each to your master and me, quick!" Yu Yisu's voice said.

Thinking of the uncertainty of Shigong's life and death, Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly dropped the empty sack and rushed straight to the door, he looked at the offering table, and there was indeed a willow tree next to the offering table, and a chicken was hanging from the branch. He hurriedly rushed over, and when he passed by the offering table, his eyes subconsciously glanced at the incense burner on the offering table, and this glance surprised him.

The incense in the offering table has already been burned!

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