Beyond the Millstone, Preparing to Save Someone

"Ah—!"

A scream rang out.

Zhu Zhongwen's weakened body rolled with the millstone. Because it was tilted, he kept sliding toward that well.

When he narrowly avoided it once again, his foot accidentally dangled over the well.

At once.

A tremendous pulling force struck him, almost dragging him inside. Summoning the last of his strength and forcibly using his supernatural power, he finally broke free, only to find four wounds on his foot, deep enough to expose the bone.

They looked as if they had been clawed out by a hand with four fingers.

Yet he had not felt anything gripping his leg. That pulling force had felt more like suction.

"How bizarre..."

Zhu Zhongwen struggled to support himself and crawled a short distance away.

Based on his experience from escaping several times, he could choose to "go with the flow" for the next three minutes, moving along with the millstone. As it rotated round after round, the centripetal force would bring him close to the well again in the fourth minute.

"What's beneath this stone mill?"

After resting briefly, the intense pain in his foot actually gave him a little more strength than before.

The sky beyond the stone mill was an empty darkness.

But theoretically speaking, there should have been a platform beneath the millstone, along with a groove for "discharging" whatever it produced.

Perhaps that groove led outside?

At the thought, Zhu Zhongwen's spirits lifted. He immediately used both hands and feet, cleverly leveraging the inertia generated by the millstone's movement to reach its edge. Then he cautiously extended one finger beyond it.

After confirming that nothing strange happened, he slowly extended half of his arm.

After pausing for a moment, he still met with no attack.

Only then did he cautiously stick his head out.

Beyond