The two of them did not return to the village until nearly noon.
The sun blazed overhead, yet it did not add the slightest bit of life to the village. The lanes remained deserted. Occasionally, they saw one or two villagers, but they all kept their heads down and hurried past.
Jiang Qiao did not care.
Although these villagers behaved strangely, they had not shown any aggression.
He and Shen Boxia headed straight for the ancient well.
"This well has been here for quite some time."
"Looks like no one uses it."
Shen Boxia circled the well once before speaking.
The mouth of the well was covered by a heavy bluestone slab, with a millstone weighing it down. The entire surface was covered in moss, making it clear that it had been left there for a long time.
"Move the stone and take a look."
Jiang Qiao said.
Without hesitation, Shen Boxia made a slight motion. A Vicious Ghost appeared, wrapped its arms around the stone, and moved it aside.
"If you used that ability to haul bricks at a construction site,"
"you'd definitely make over ten thousand a month."
Seeing this, Jiang Qiao praised him.
Shen Boxia: "..."
The well mouth was exposed, and a cold, gloomy breath wafted out. It carried an indescribable odor, like earth, like moldy wood, with a faint trace of bloodiness mixed in.
Jiang Qiao leaned over and glanced inside.
The well was very deep,
around ten-odd meters.
Its walls were built from green bricks and covered in ink green moss. There was some pooled water at the bottom, reflecting a faint glimmer of light.
But what truly caught his attention were the carvings covering the walls.
The marks were thin and obscured by moss, making them difficult to see clearly. Yet they densely