The sound of the well rope grew more and more shrill, and the swing of the winch handle became more and more exaggerated. The ghost below moved quickly, as if impatient.
Although Yang Xiao had decided to stay, he couldn't just wait for death. He had made the worst-case plan. From his previous observations, he guessed that the ghost's way of finding people might have something to do with shadows. Considering this, he simply lay on the ground, reducing the area of his shadow to a minimum.
Yang Xiao lay straight behind the door in the corner, turning his head to stare fixedly at the mouth of the well. Claiming he wasn't scared would be false, but at this moment, all he could do was wait.
"Snap!"
As a sodden, pale hand slapped onto the edge of the well, Yang Xiao's hanging heart finally died. He had lost his bet, never expecting the well to be real and not some Blinding Technique. The ghost truly climbed out from within the well.
