Although it didn't answer him aloud, whatever was in the well moved. It tossed out the parrot Qian San had just thrown in, completely unchanged, and it hit the ground.
The parrot was soaked through, its feathers plastered to its body, making it look a whole size smaller.
Its neck was bent at an exaggerated angle, its head clearly broken, yet its black-bean eyes were still open. A croaking voice came from its beak: "I died again! I died again!"
"..." Qian San ignored the noisy bird completely and stared suspiciously at the head of hair in the well.
He had thrown in the parrot, which had been dead for some time, as a test. He knew the temper of the thing in the well. It hated having the water polluted and always returned anything that accidentally fell in.
Judging by this reaction, it seemed he'd been right.
But why hadn't it surfaced to speak to him?
And that hair looked a little strange, too. It gave him an unfamiliar feeling.
It was too dark for Qian San to make out anything clearly.
All he could see was that after it tossed out the parrot, another pale hand reached out of the well, radiating a chilling, sinister ghostly aura as it shot straight toward his face.
The ghosts of Fengtou Town were more terrifying than those elsewhere. This dreadful aura rushing toward him really did belong to a vengeful ghost!
And it couldn't be that Lotus Incense had defeated the well Ghost and was putting on an act here. One of Lotus Incense's arms was sewn to the old woman, so she couldn't make this movement.
Aside from the faint sound of rippling water, everything around him was deathly still. He twitched his ears but heard no disturbance from the