As for the road they took, it was no longer the same one they arrived by.
Qian Wanxiu could no longer walk, so Pei Zongli called a halt and let her mount the mule.
As they were helping Wanxiu up, Pei Wensheng suddenly lost his balance and fell off.
Several people exclaimed and reached out to catch him.
But they were too late, and he fell straight down. The field was planted with wheat and covered with snow, so the fall wasn't too severe.
However, what none of them expected was that after Pei Wensheng fell and rolled a few times, he suddenly disappeared on the snowy ground, swallowed up by the snow beneath him.
"Ah ah..."
A splash sounded as someone hit the water.
Everyone was stunned, "Fell... Fell... Fell into a well!?"
Pei Zongli's vision darkened, nearly unable to stand steady, his mind buzzing with a blankness as if struck by a hundred tolling bells.
"Wensheng... Wensheng! Wensheng!" screamed Wanxiu, as she frantically scrambled over.
