Feng Bujue had arrived at the edge of the well, but he did not get very close. He just lowered his body and tried to look straight ahead with a slanted gaze, without stretching his head to look into the inside of the well.
He remembered the song verbatim, "Don't look at him, or he will be buried in a dry well." This was the most obvious reminder. Feng Bujue had no doubt that as long as he took a look at what was under the well, he would immediately
Will trigger the death FLAG... He doesn't want to be suddenly dragged down by some force majeure, and his survival value will be reset to zero in an instant.
"Who is that..." Feng Bujue shouted at the top of his voice: "How about I find a rope and throw it down for you?"
The voice from the bottom of the well sounded again after a few seconds: "I...can't climb up alone..."
When Feng Bujue heard these words, he felt a sense of enlightenment. He asked tentatively: "Then... how about I carry you up on my back?"
The voice from down the well simply replied: "Okay..."
Feng Bujue simply asked directly: "I'm not familiar with this school. Do you know where there is a rope nearby?" He wanted to test how far the prompts for this task would go.
But this time, the other party did not answer. The voice just repeated: "Help...save...me..."
So, Feng Bujue said: "Just wait, I will come back when I find the rope."
The voice made no objection and continued to call for help.
Feng Bujue was actually a little curious about what would happen if he left and never came back, but if he thought about it carefully, even if the guy at the bottom of the well didn't crawl out to settle the score with him, he would have to come back sooner or later to complete this task.
After leaving the well, Feng Bujue trotted towards the sports equipment room. When he passed by there before, he wanted to go in and search for it. At this time, he returned there with familiarity, and as soon as the pipe wrench greeted him, he unlocked the door.
Once it was smashed, it was just a matter of rummaging through the cabinets upon entering.
Not long after, he found a thick rope that was lumped together. It was probably a thick rope used in tug-of-war. After testing its toughness and feeling that it was fine, Feng Bujue coiled the rope and stuffed it into the rope.
He packed his luggage, then went out and returned to Dry Well.
When approaching the dry well, the cry for help from the bottom of the well came out again. Feng Bujue just pretended not to hear it, walked quickly, found a big tree with the thickest trunk next to it, tied the rope firmly to it, and hit him.
Then he came to the well and threw the other end of the rope down. It was estimated that the well would only be ten meters deep, probably only six or seven meters deep, so the rope would definitely be enough.
The most troublesome problem now is that mobile phone. Whether you are going down or up, you must use both hands, and you can't hold the mobile phone in your mouth... Besides, even if it is really held in your mouth, it will ring when you are halfway up.
There is no way to answer it. If something goes wrong and the phone falls into the well, then I will definitely be hunted to death...
He looked at the time and saw that there were still seven minutes until the next call. Feng Bujue felt that there was no problem with this time. The person calling for help at the bottom of the well was probably the boy who appeared in the death scene just now. He was so small and stronger among his peers.
Anyone can lift him up, so he should be lighter after turning into a ghost.
Feng Bujue made up his mind and no longer hesitated. After placing his phone on the ground, he grabbed the rope, faced the tree, with his back to the mouth of the well, sat on the edge of the well, and then stretched out his legs respectively.
Then, he faced up, stepped on the wall of the well, held the rope alternately with both hands, and moved down as fast as possible. From the beginning to the end, he never looked down, and just kept facing a person who was probably
Ghost stuff.
"Look up at the sky...the moon is smiling..." Feng Bujue went deep into the dry well, kept his back posture, raised his head and looked up at the sky from the well, and unknowingly hummed a few words, and then he immediately stopped,
He said to himself: "Damn... I accidentally sang this brainwashing melody... Fortunately, there was no one around, I feel so embarrassed..."
After going down to the bottom of the well, Feng Bujue's feet seemed to have stepped on the soft soil. He stood leaning against one side of the well wall without looking back, leaving only the other person's back: "Where are you?
Come and carry..."
Before he finished speaking, two bloody arms stretched out from both sides of Feng Bujue's head and wrapped around the front of his neck. At the same time, he felt "half" a person pressing against his back. Feng Bujue was sure that even if it was
Even if the female player comes down, she can definitely carry this ghost on her back, because the weight of this ghost is very light, or in other words... its limbs are not complete at all.
"Well..." Feng Bujue hesitated to speak. He originally wanted to complain out of habit, but the words were already on his lips, but after thinking about it for a while, he realized that it wasn't right... In this situation, some of the other party's characteristics should be removed.
If the characteristics that are obviously different from human beings are broken, it may also lead to bad development. Things like "Why don't you climb up by yourself when you are so nimble?", "Why is the skin on your arms rotten?", "Why do I feel that you are so nimble?"
"There is nothing below the waist", "Is water dripping from your abdominal cavity", etc., are all forbidden sentences.
At the end of countless ghost stories, countless protagonists will say to a guy who looks like a human: I just bumped into a ghost, what does it look like... and then, they all get the same response, "
Is it like this?” Then he was killed.
Feng Bujue didn't want to take such a risk. His neck was still in the opponent's control. If the ghost suddenly realized that he was really a ghost after being reminded by him, it would definitely be a sure death flag.
, absolutely cannot mention those.
"Hold on tight, I'm going to climb up." Feng Bujue completely ignored the strong hints brought by the smell and sound, and also ignored the two bloody arms under his chin. He said hello and went towards the ghost behind his back.
Climb up.
When he went down the well just now, he didn't even look down. It felt like he was walking backwards. When he went up, he was moving forward in the direction he was looking at, so he climbed up very quickly. And the thing he was carrying on his back was indeed
It's not heavy, so it's not a big burden.
It only took more than four minutes to go up and down in this dry well. Feng Bujue came to stand outside the well, breathed evenly, and still did not dare to be careless. He did not pick up the phone in a hurry, but took out his phone again.
He got out of the pipe wrench and said to the thing clinging to his back: "It's out now, you can go home."
The voice sounded from behind Feng Bujue's neck, like an icy cold wind passing by: "Go home..."
The next few seconds were filled with suffocating silence.
"Thank you..." This was the ghost's last response.
When Feng Bujue heard these words, the bone-chilling chill around him suddenly disappeared, and the feeling of carrying something on his back disappeared. At this time, he took a deep breath and turned around.
Under the silver moonlight, the appearance of the dry well had changed. The wellhead was not open, but was sealed by a cement board. The thick rope in Feng Bujue's hand was still tied to the tree at one end, but was thrown into the well.
On the other side, they are currently stacked beside the well.
Maybe Feng Bujue never went down into this well, maybe he went... to another place. And it was from that place that he rescued the boy.
…………
The last paragraph of the newspaper clipping in Xiyu’s hand reads:
Autumn, 10th year of Heisei period.
A student's parents invited an onmyoji to practice magic. When he left, the onmyoji claimed that he had killed the resentful spirit, but his own Taoism was still unable to make him a Buddha.
The author asked again and again, but the Onmyoji left angrily after saying, "Do you want me to go 'there' and carry him out?"
Since then, the wellhead has been resealed with cement, and there is no abnormality to this day.
