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Winter evening.

Inside the last subway of Beijing Line 5.

There were very few passengers, and there were only a few scattered passengers in a few carriages. In one of the carriages, there was only a sleepy lady wearing black-rimmed glasses and a white down jacket... or a girl? Anyway, she is older these days.

There are as many virgins as there are mature girls, and there is no such thing as a lady or a girl.

"I don't have any inspiration at all!" As the carriage rattled, the girl suddenly woke up and began to mutter inexplicably. "There is no urban legend in the whole of Beijing that looks like that, and there is only one person on the last train of Line 5."

If you can, you can see the Suolongjing... There are lights everywhere and modern equipment everywhere. I believe it, so I continue to waste my time here!"

"But what about tomorrow's chapter?" After venting, the older girl stood up holding on to the armrest and continued to think a little feebly. "I have already asked for leave for two days. I can't keep full attendance this month, and the editor may not be able to do it.

Pay attention to yourself as a street writer, but the few die-hard readers will probably be dissatisfied, right?"

"I'm so busy writing about time travel, why did I believe in evil and start writing about urban supernaturals in the first place?"

"Is it possible that Ms. Jiang has exhausted her talents? Should she change her job? But what else can a loser in the Chinese department do besides writing online articles?"

"How about going back to your hometown?"

While I was thinking wildly, the subway door suddenly opened. It seemed that...we had arrived at the station?

The older girl shivered in the cold wind as the door opened, and then stepped out almost instinctively.

The surroundings were dark. The subway car behind him paused for a moment before closing its door and continuing to move forward. The confused older girl never understood what was going on. But soon, as her eyes adapted to the light, this

The female video writer immediately had no more thoughts. In other words, she was already stunned by the scene in front of her - it was an ordinary well, made of stones, dilapidated and realistic, with a tree standing behind it.

There was a stone tablet with blurry writing, and a stone pillar stood on one side of the well. An iron chain was pulled out from the pillar and dragged all the way to the mouth of the well.

For just such a moment, the older girl seemed to have forgotten the emotions of horror and fear, almost with a sense of mission. She quickly stepped forward and tried to grab the long chain, just to see if it looked like

As the legend says, it can never be finished. In other words, when you come to Suolongjing, if you don’t pull the chain, wouldn’t it be in vain?

But at the moment she held the chain, the stone tablet behind the well suddenly trembled slightly, and then quickly cracked. The stone pillar at the beginning of the chain was directly disconnected, and a colorful light flashed in the well... and then

, this stupid female video writer who was fearless was dragged into the well by the iron chain in the opposite direction.

As soon as he entered the well, the stone tablet broke into pieces and covered the well mouth.

"In the first month of the first year of Yongshou in the Han Dynasty, an official from western Liaoning returned from the prefecture. On the way, he met a woman coming out of a well. She said that she was a member of the Pei Kingdom. She fell into the well and arrived here in a daze. The official observed her color, speech, and clothing.

Everyone owns it and accepts it. After half a year, the official died, the daughter no longer married, and she became a widow to raise her unborn son. Moreover, he was good at business, knowledgeable about money, good at charity, and helped orphans and widows. He was always respected by the clan, and everyone called him:

Aunt Gongsun." - "Sou Shen Ji"

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