Except for the truth, they walked around the whole village, stopping and strolling around.

The day gradually dawned, and the people in the village came out one after another, but not many, occasionally a few, and soon went back again.

Fortunately, there were not many people who came out, and no one thought they were strange except for them walking around the village.

Of course, it is also possible that Feng Guoan explained to them earlier that they were here to do things.

It's not surprising that everyone will have some strange movements.

As they wandered around the village, they found a well, which was a very common well, and the reason why they were able to arouse their idea was that there was a huge stone across it.

Not only that, but the stone was drenched in bright red color, like blood.

He Man took a closer look and sniffed lightly, "It's dog blood."

As a warlock, she may not know what human blood tastes like, but she is still familiar with dog blood.

"Why do you want to press down the well with a blood-soaked stone?"

Except that I really think it's strange, generally speaking, dog blood should be used to ward off evil spirits, what is there in this well that needs to ward off evil spirits?

"Are you looking at the well?" The sudden sound behind him made Zhen Zhen and He Man tremble, and when they turned their heads to look over, they saw an old man in his fifties or sixties looking at them.

He looked at the well behind them and explained, "Two years ago, a drunkard fell into the well and drowned, and the mouth of the well was too narrow to be salvaged, so he covered the well."

"Then why drench it with dog blood?"

"The people in the village are superstitious, after all, the drunk died accidentally, and they are afraid that his unjust soul will find the people in the village, so he is drenched in dog blood."

What he said was reasonable, but he always felt that something was not right.

Not to mention that the well does not look like the wellhead is too small, let's say the word "unjust soul".

If you really die by accident, you won't turn into a ghost under normal circumstances, and even if you turn into a ghost, you can't call it an "unjust ghost".

After all, people die by themselves, and they can't find anyone to take revenge, so how can they be called "unjust souls"?

Only those who harm people will have a weak heart, so cover the well with dog blood.

In addition to thinking about it from the bottom of my heart, I didn't pierce it.

Then they went to the people of the village and asked about the well, but they were surprisingly consistent.

But the more this happens, the more strange it becomes.

After late at night, the three of them secretly came to the well.

Originally, they wanted to directly lift the stone covered by the well, but the stone was too heavy, and the three of them were two girls, one Tong Chenghe and his own shell were not very familiar.

They alone can't move.

In the end, He Man came up with a way to summon a paper figure, which was small enough to drill through the narrow gap between the stone and the well.

He Man and the others saw the situation in the well through the perspective of the paper man.

This glance made them all creepy.

This well is a dry well, and the paper figure fluttered and fell on the yellow earth of the explanation, and when he looked around, he saw that the bottom of the well was sticking out, and it was full of corpses.

And looking at the size of the bones, they were all children!

Even a lot of them are newborn children!

In addition to Zhen's eyes widening, full of horror, He Man frowned even more, and couldn't help but curse, "Crazy!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Tong Chenghe covered her mouth.

"Someone."

He dragged Zhen Zhen and Lin Guiyao behind an old tree nearby, and outside, the footsteps became louder and louder.

They poked their heads out and looked cautiously outside, and saw several men walking in the direction of the well with handles and shovels and sledgehammers.

At the head was an old man in his fifties and sixties, who was the old man they had seen during the day, and it was also this village

of the village chief.

Behind him was a young and strong young man with clear water.

"Village Chief, are you really going to fill this well?"

One of the young men asked with some hesitation as he stepped forward.

The village chief glared at him fiercely, "I said fill it in, why is there so much nonsense."

The young man did not dare to speak.

It was only at this time that they realized that they were actually thinking about filling the well.

If the well is really filled, will the bones at the bottom of the well never see the light of day?

Except for Zhengang, he wanted to go out to stop it, but was pulled by Tong Chenghe.

"Do what." In addition to the truth, he whispered in an airy voice.

Over there, a few young people moved the boulder that was pressing the import away and moved it to the ground to the side.

A muscular young man stepped forward, holding a sledgehammer in his hand, spitting on his left and right hands, and was about to smash into the edge of the well.

Seeing that it was about to be too late, Tong Chenghe pointed to the sky, "Don't worry, look at the sky."

Except for Zhen frowning and looking up, he found that the sky was still clear and the sky was like rain, but it was already cloudy at this time.

In an instant, the moon was obscured, and the moonlight that illuminated the whole land was tightly obscured.

The sky darkened suddenly, and several young people had never seen anything in the world, and they all panicked when they saw this.

"Village Chief, let's wait until next time."

"It's going to change no matter what you say these days, it won't be those evil ghosts."

The man shuddered, and several of them quickly retreated.

The muscular man standing at the front sneered and scolded, "Useless thing!"

The village chief also looked serious and said, "What is there to be afraid of, anyway, they are all a group of dead people, you are not afraid when you are alive, everyone is dead, what is there to be afraid of."

The village chief asked the oil lamp to be lit, and the light was turned on, which gave everyone a little comfort, but when he was about to order someone to continue filling the well, he found that the muscular man who was standing by the well and the closest to the wellhead was gone. z.br>

"What, what's going on, where did the second brother go?"

"Guys, they were there just now."

Someone approached the mouth of the well, and when they looked down, they saw a familiar muscular man who had fallen to the bottom.

His body was folded in half in an extremely distorted position, face up, his eyes wide open, as if he were dead, and as if full of hatred.

The man with his eyes fixed on the well.

The man was startled, fell to the ground, landed on all fours, stepped back, stretched out his hand and trembled and pointed in the direction of the well, "Second brother, second brother fell into the well."

"What! How is that possible?"

Everyone went up to see it in disbelief, and they met the man's round eyes.

Immediately, everyone screamed in frenzy.

But in a moment, they were gone.