The three men arrived at about the same time. The bell that was still beating slightly at the mouth of the well proved that something must have passed by here just now. Wenbin Zha took the spotlight and shone on it. There were also some splashes of water beside the old well. Not to say, everyone knew what was most likely to happen, and there was no discussion about it. Yichao had put down his backpack, pulled out the climbing rope, and quickly tied a knot in his waist. The military nylon climbing rope was not only very durable but also very strong. Xiong Zhuo at the other end, wrapped the rope around his waist and made a pulley with his body. The wellhead was round, and he could only go down upside down. This was not an easy job, an average person hung upside down for 15 minutes, his head would be crushed by blood pressure, and before he went down, he looked at one side of the well with a floodlight. In addition to being completely dark, only the shaking of the water surface told him that something had fallen.
Now there is no other way apart from to get into the well. Although Wenbin Zha can communicate with ghosts, he is not good at this kind of work either. He can only stand guard at the side to ensure they are not disturbed by other things. They use the rhythm of the rope beats as their signal, clap once and then continue to put, clap twice is to stop, clap three times is to pull up. Xiong Zhuo with the sole of his foot against the edge of the ancient well was ready, Yichao looked at two people, toward Wenbin Zha nodded his head, and gave Xiong Zhou a thumbs-up, lie prone to the wellhead, turn on the spotlight, arm support the edge of the ancient well to maintain a distance, but the wall was full of dry and wet moss, which was very slippery, Yichao tried several times to stabilize the body barely, began to signal Xiong Zhuo to put the rope,
The rope went down bit by bit, and within five meters, the sound of "clattering, clattering" could be heard coming up from the bottom of the well. It was already at the surface of the water. The two people above did not know what was going on down the well either. Fortunately, the beam of the spotlight was in, Yichao was still signalling for the rope to be lowered, he was already diving, this military climbing rope has a scale on it. They took a look, in less than two minutes Yichao had already gone down more than 20 meters, upside-down head with this depth is very dangerous, because there is a fatal factor below——oxygen shortage. Although Yichao was trained back from Tibet, but keep this position, no one knows how long he can last.
Xiong Zhuo and Wenbin Zha watched the well tensely, was ready to pull the rope at any time. Suddenly the string on Xiong Zhuo clapped twice; this was the signal to stop putting down the rope. Wenbin Zha's heart had already raised to the throat, after less than five seconds, from the well came the rumbling sound of a giant bubble, louder and louder, the rope suddenly started shaking violently, and kept slapping. When Xiong Zhuo and Wenbin Zha saw it, they were pulling the rope desperately at the same time. They just started to pull it up, and they felt that their hands were hefty, but at that moment, there was nothing else to do but try hard. They didn't even notice the strange difference overhead: The fog above the well had spread away gradually, and a hole with the size of a well had opened up. A bright moon suddenly hung in the sky, through the hole, straight shot the well.
Wenbin Zha raised his head almost subconsciously. What a strange and shocking celestial phenomenon: A giant hole opened in the middle of the thick cloud, and the moon with the size of a disk, happened to be in a spot. He didn't have time to be surprised, suddenly the water in the old well began to swell as if it had been boiled. The rope in their hands became lighter and lighter, and they did not even have time to lift it. At the moment, a powerful current of water gushed out of the old well into the air, there was a grunt, and a man fell. It wasn't necessary to look; this man was Yichao. Wenbin Zha and Zhuo Xiong hadn't even had a chance to look at the Yichao on the ground. The water in the ancient well had already broken through the ceiling; the large water column is mixed with the vast strength to smash to the sky. Wenbin Zha looked at the scene in front of him and muttered: "The water dragon absorbs the moon; this is the water dragon absorbs the moon. Oh my God, what kind of place is this?" He looked at the rising water column, looking at the already shocked Xiong Zhuo shouted loudly: "hold Yichao, run away quickly."
Xiong Zhuo was shocked already by the sight of a scene, he back to his mind after this loud shout. Without a word, he carried Yichao that does not know whether he is still alive or not and run toward the edge...
They carried the unconscious Yichao on their back almost in a running way to the room where they had just hidden. They looked at the blue-faced Yichao, his hands and feet were cold. Wenbin Zha touched, his heart was still pumping. Xiong Zhuo turned Yichao over, pressed his belly against the arched thigh, slapped it hard. Yichao spat water from his mouth and minutes later, he opened his eyes and looked at the two men, who had gone mad, shook his hands as hard as he could, to show that he was all right. Standing 100 meters away, they watched helplessly as the well water stopped gushing, almost at the same time the moonlight on the head began to disappear, the layer of open cloud hole then closed. And then the pouring rain fell from the sky.
The tattered room inside began to leak, Wenbin Zha let Xiong Zhuo make a fire and take care of the Yichao. He carried a spotlight rushed out because there were another two people there.
With several steps, he rushed to the old well, except for a piece of ground borrowed by wolves, a pink hairpin falls not far away. Wenbin Zha picks up the hairpin, wipes off the mud, and clenches it tightly in his heart, "Leader Wang and Yiran where are you, can you hear me?" Wenbin Zha standing in the middle of the village against the rain keeps shouting into the old well, shouting. But, except for the sound of the thunderbolt of rain, there was no other sound. The bottomless well could not see below, the light of the tactical spotlights would be swallowed up by the endless darkness as if this were a tomb of light, the Dark Temple. Wenbin Zha was lost for a while, just let the rain hit over his head and face.
Suddenly he thought that the hairpin is still in his hand, this hairpin is not belonging to others, is the little girl Yiran Leng. Wenbin Zha thought something quickly in his mind; he forgot to wipe away water, conveniently took out a piece of rune paper and threw into the air. The rune paper burned in the pouring rain, and slowly, slowly drifted into the well.
Wenbin Zha looked at the scene in front of him; the heart was strained the whole evening, finally relaxed down a bit. He glanced at the old well, turned to walk toward the abandoned house; he would also like to see how the Yichao was.
Yichao has woken up, leaning on the door plate to warm himself with fire, apart from the non-stop sneezing, he seemed to have been recovered. Wenbin had a look, also put down the heart. Before he says anything, Wenbin Zha said something that excited all of them: "They're alive, at least the little girl is alive." Then he turned around and found some dry wooden planks and threw them into the fire.
"Still Alive." Yichao struggled to stand up when he heard this, and he was already lax eyes immediately gathered up bright, Xiong Zhuo on the side quickly picked up Yichao, two people were looking at Wenbin full of hope.
Wenbin Zha added a few pieces of firewood to the fire, the flames of the fire beating, several figures printed on the wall kept shaking. He spread out a clenched fist, a pink hairclip lying quietly in his palm: "I just found this beside the well, they two at least, that girl must be in the well, I threw out an afterlife rune, if the owner of this hair clip is still alive, it will burn into the fire if not, that means…"
Yichao stood up and eagerly asked, "was that burning?"
"Yes, it burned, and the last direction of the rune paper was inside the ancient well." Wenbin Zha poking the fire in the firewood replied.
Yichao and Xiong Zhuo smiled at each other and asked again, "Brother Wenbin, what does it mean to drift to the ancient well?"
Wenbin Zha looked at the two men in front of him. He gritted his teeth and said, "if people are still alive, then they should be in the well. Yichao, what did you encounter in the well?"
Yichao He at this time has almost fully recovered, plus the news from Wenbin let him see hope again, his face had gradually back to normal, recalled the situation under the old well.
When Yichao got close to the surface of the water, he had not noticed anything strange. With his lung capacity as a soldier in Tibet, he took a deep breath and went down into the water. The tactical spotlights on his head could see over 20 meters under the water, but in this ancient well, what can be seen is less than one meter. Apart from the vast expanse of white in front of his eyes, there was nothing else. He can only dive by feeling until about 15 meters deep when Yichao suddenly felt that everything is black in front of him; something was rising. Before he could react, he was caught in the head by a big lump of sticky material, which went straight into his mouth before he could breathe. Subconsciously, he pulled out his dagger and waved it in front of him as he pulled the rope to get the man above to pull him out. At that moment, a strong current of water rushed out from below; then he was swept out of the well by the current and fell heavily to the ground, fainted.