That was a well made of black paper.
The shape of its mouth was irregular, as if it had been folded together carelessly. Its edges were crooked and uneven.
"Damn!"
"It's that well from before."
"It actually came out. Did the Drowned Ghost bring it out?"
Jiang Qiao's face showed wariness.
He was not afraid of Vicious Ghosts, but he was somewhat wary of this well. Experience told him that wells in Supernatural Events were never simple. They often connected to certain special spaces.
The Paper Well had appeared very abruptly.
The twisted, blood-colored symbols on its walls seemed to have come alive. They were even stranger than when he had seen them in the snowfield.
They slowly wriggled and stretched across the paper, like earthworms soaked in blood.
He still could not make out what they said.
This was not any kind of writing, nor was it the familiar Mo Wen Script.
It was more like a pattern brimming with malice, deliberately distorted. A single glance made one's scalp crawl, as though every part of one's body was writhing along with those symbols.
The Drowned Ghost's body flew straight toward the Paper Well.
Its body made an eerie turn in midair, head down and feet up, aimed directly at the well's mouth.
It fell straight in.
With a dull splash, the sound of something hitting water soon echoed up from the bottom of the well.
That sound...
It's exactly the same as the sound of something falling into water we heard earlier. So this well had already arrived—it just hadn't been able to manifest yet? Jiang Qiao thought.
He stood where he was, his gaze fixed firmly on the well.
The mouth of the well was pitch-black.
Nothing could be seen.
But soon, Jiang Qiao faintly heard a rustling