The fallen poplar tree is like a vigorous dragon, and it is like the bones of the legendary ancient giant Kuafu, quietly lying across this Gobi.

Wu Datou turned over and got off the camel, and took out a shovel from the camel's coat. He walked back and forth in front of the poplar tree, still muttering words as if measuring the distance, and it was not long before he suddenly stopped, threw his shovel on the ground, and said, "This is it!"

The silver moonlight, the desolate Gobi, two big men holding shovels, digging a pit next to a fallen poplar tree, this picture looks a little comical.

Not long after digging, the shovel touched a wooden plank, Wu Datou's eyes lit up suddenly, he threw away the shovel, lay on the ground, and swept away the floating soil under him with his hand, and after a while, he cleared out a large wooden board with a diameter of about four or five feet.

"There it is!" Wu Datou shouted happily, and hurriedly beckoned Yu Xiaoyao to move the plank away.

Underneath the planks was a deep well, and when you looked down from the mouth of the well, you could only see a dark patch, and nothing else could be seen clearly.

"Shall we go down now?" asked Yu Xiaoyao.

"Wait a minute. Wu Datou lit a torch, raised his hand and threw it into the well, after about half an hour, the torch was still burning, Wu Datou nodded, and said, "Okay, benefactor, you are guarding above, I will go down and have a look." ”

As he spoke, he took out a hemp rope from his coat, tied it around his waist, handed the other end of the rope to Yu Xiaoyao, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Benefactor, my life is in your hands." ”

Yu Xiaoyao smiled: "Aren't you afraid that I will leave you alone below?"

Wu Datou grinned and said, "Benefactor, if you were that kind of person, the two of us wouldn't be here now." ”

Yu Xiaoyao is happy now, not only because he is doing something interesting that he has never done before, but also because of Wu Datou's trust.

Trust is an enjoyable thing, especially when you are trusted by others.

Now, the trust between him and Wu Datou is the hemp rope in his hand, as long as he loosens this hemp rope, Wu Datou will be trapped at the bottom of the well.

Yu Xiaoyao likes this feeling of being entrusted with life by others.

It didn't take long for the hemp rope in his hand to move, and Wu Datou's voice came from the bottom of the well.

"Benefactor, there's a small box here, you pull the box up first!"

Yu Xiaoyao pulled the hemp rope, and sure enough, it felt heavy, and after a while, a small box was pulled up by him.

After pulling the box up, Yu Xiaoyao hung down the rope again and dragged Wu Datou up from the well.

As soon as he got out of the well, Wu Datou couldn't wait to say, "Quick, open the box and see, what's inside?!"

So Yu Xiaoyao excitedly opened the lid of the box, and as soon as the lid was opened, a white mist erupted from the box and was spraying on his face, and then, he didn't know anything.

He seemed to have had a long dream, in which he returned to the West Lake, but this time it was not spring, but summer, the boat was floating on the calm water, there was a small stove in the cabin, boiling tea, and outside the boat were lotus leaves that received the sky, and the sun was like fire.

He sat in the bow of the boat, in the bright sunshine, letting the sun scorch himself, listening to the water gurgling open, and he wanted to turn back and take the kettle off the stove, but he was too lazy to move.

So, he sat motionless at the bow of the boat, watching the ripples on the bow of the boat, feeling like a piece of solid ice, slowly melting in the sun.

He opened his eyes, the fiery sun shone from the dream into reality, he raised his hand to block the sun, only to find that his whole body was covered with sticky sweat as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Finally, he slowly adapted to the sun and figured out where he was.

If he wasn't mistaken, he was lying in the well they found last night.

There was still a hemp rope tied to his waist, which was the same hemp rope that was tied to Wu Datou's waist last night, but the hemp rope was still there, and Wu Datou and the box that were once tied to the hemp rope were gone.

It should be noon by now, so the sun will rise so high, and the sun will shine into the bottom of this well, and it will wake him up.

It didn't take him long to understand what was going on.

Obviously, the puff of white smoke that came out of the box was put in by Wu Datou, which is probably why he was so active and voluntarily went down the well. When Yu Xiaoyao fainted, Wu Datou helped him with a rope, extended him to the bottom of the well, and then ran away with the box of treasure alone.

But there are also things that he didn't understand, why did Wu Datou let him live? Wu Datou could throw him directly into the well, even if he couldn't fall to death, he could also fall into a cripple, no matter which one it was, it was enough to ensure that Yu Xiaoyao had no way to find him trouble.

But Wu Datou worked tirelessly to continue him with a rope, as if he was afraid that he would fall to death.

Yu Xiaoyao thought about it, and could only attribute this to the reason for Wu Datou's only remaining conscience.

But even if he figured it out, it didn't make any sense, and maybe it wouldn't be long before he would become a corpse in this deep well, and if it took a little longer, later people might only find his skeleton.

Unless he can put on his wings and fly out, otherwise, this is the only fate that awaits him.

The sunlight quickly disappeared from the bottom of the well, so that the bottom of the well was finally cooler, and Yu lay on the bottom of the well, imagining that she was lying on a comfortable bed.

He remembered a story he had heard before, which said that there was a Taoist priest in Laoshan who could live for months without eating or drinking, and the Taoist family called this the art of Bigu, which was said to expel all the impurities in the body and bring him closer to the realm of immortals.

Yu Xiaoyao doesn't want to be an immortal now, but he really wants to learn this art of clearing the valley, but if he thinks about it carefully, if he doesn't eat or drink and lies at the bottom of this well for four or five months, it is really not as happy as dying.

In his cranky thoughts, day turned into night, shade turned into cold, he curled himself up into a ball, and fell asleep unconsciously.

When the sun rose again, Yu Xiaoyao felt as if he had come full circle from the ghost gate and returned to the yang world.

But there was nothing to be thankful for, for his thirsty throat was smoking, his hungry stomach was beating a drum, and his brain, which he was most proud of, was gradually becoming sleepy and confused, and for a moment he even heard someone talking.

"I must be crazy. He lay at the bottom of the well, shouting self-deprecatingly.

"You're not crazy. Someone on the well was actually responding to him, and with this response came down a hemp rope.

Yu Yaoyao's eyes widened in surprise.