In the pitch-dark underground storehouse, next to the drilled-through wall, Han Fei held a candle, using its faint glow to peer at the water's surface.
Floaters littered the murky well water and below the clouded surface crowded faces, pairs of eyes turned towards the flame, their mouths agape like fish starved of oxygen, opening and closing.
With his arm frozen mid-air, Han Fei could feel an intensely dangerous presence, one momentary lapse in attention might result in being dragged straight into the well.
The fingers holding the candle began inching backward, the faces within the well fixated on the light. As the candle almost moved away from the water, something abruptly leaped up from beneath the murky surface!
Chilling splashes flew in all directions, and Han Fei decisively let go, stumbling backward.
The lit candle fell into the water, the light extinguishing in an instant.
