Chapter 72: Xia Bing shivered with cold.

  A gentle breeze blew, and Xia Bing shivered. I suggested she go inside the house to wait for a while, but her expression didn't look good as she shook her head. Indeed, yesterday's house was so eerie at this time, and going in now would be even more unbearable. The next door house had its locks open, allowing entry for rest, but Xia Bing still refused to go.

  An hour has passed and Morning Musume's "Re:" still hasn't come out. Not even a single extra sound has appeared.

  This time, I really started to worry. The three of them also furrowed their brows and didn't speak.

  I took a deep breath and said: "I'll go down, you tie the rope to my waist, ten minutes later pull me up with force, no matter what, first pull me out."

  "How about we call the police?"

  I frowned, if I call the police, the Huang flower dish will be cold, and although Chen Yan's appearance has changed now, it still has a few points of familiarity with before. A person's fingerprints can't be changed, and the police usually take fingerprints when handling cases, so I couldn't report to the police.

  The screenwriter and Ah Qing said in a somewhat solemn tone: "Ah Qing and I will go down together, it's not convenient to call the police, we still have to shoot the movie in a few days."

  I shook my head and said, "I'm more suitable than you guys, Xia Bing knows what I can do." As I spoke, I pulled out another nylon rope and started tying it around my waist, making a dead knot. The three of them held on to it, and after setting the time, we descended into the well.

  The moment I stepped into the well, I felt a chill run through my entire body, as if I had entered another world, instantly changing from summer to winter.

  I shivered and grabbed the rope with one hand, signaling them to lower it down, then opened the flashlight with the other hand.

  My heart is racing, I'm gazing closely at everything in the well. The greenish stone walls are covered with withered moss, making the stones appear a dull black color now, and there's also a faint musty smell.

  The well is not deep, only ten or so meters to the bottom. Indeed, it's very dry down there, with a lot of withered grass. It should be that when it rains, rainwater enters here, and in the 'spring' the grass grows, but by summer, the rainfall decreases, the soil lacks moisture, and these grasses wither again.

  But even the grass in the desert can get water from tens of meters underground, this is a deep well, the soil is dry and not to mention that even the grass has withered and died, it's not a good sign.

  Especially I also saw a figure in white clothes jumping in.

  I softly called out the name of "Luo" from the morning study, and the well was still quite spacious, much larger than the mouth of the well. On the edge of a pile of withered grass, I found a pitch-black "hole". I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, carefully walked towards the position of the "hole", and then turned my head to look up at them again. The three of them were staring at me intently...

  I let out a sigh of relief, this place is indeed invisible from above, very secretive...

  I was just about to go down the 'cave' entrance when I suddenly found that the people outside seemed a bit different. I quickly turned my head back, just wanting to lift it up, but unexpectedly felt a chill on my back. I slapped towards my neck, but unexpectedly hit a lump of sticky water.

  Exuding a faint smell of blood.

  I stared into the well, my mouth clamped shut, nothing on my shoulders, but the damp feeling from just now still lingered in my heart, refusing to dissipate. The bloody smell was like a swarm of flies frantically drilling into my nostrils.

  I stood for about two minutes, was what just happened an illusion? My mind is too tense, always thinking that there should be something here, so I thought of it involuntarily.

  Taking a deep breath, I patted the rope at my waist. It's been four or five minutes since I came down, and I can still crawl into the tunnel to take a look. Chen Yan 'Lu' also doesn't know what he found below, and there hasn't been a sound for half a day.

  He can't be caught by ghosts, just with those blood eyes and sharp teeth. I don't know how much of his special abilities as a scale person were left when he became one, but after that Taoist priest in the temple was scared to death by him, I knew Chen Yan 's "exposure" must have still had something left that he didn't tell me.

  I pushed aside the withered grass under my feet, and was about to crawl into the hole in the ground. But unexpectedly, my hand touched a cold and piercing object. My eyelid twitched, and under the flashlight, a pale green jade bangle lay quietly on the muddy soil beneath my feet.

  The jade bangle is exquisitely crafted, transparent and flawless, without a single impurity visible. It's said that one can tell a person by their jade; generally, someone who owns such fine jade must be the daughter of a noble family, which is why there's also the saying "raising jade to cultivate people".

  I remember a friend telling me that many tomb raiders nowadays steal jade artifacts from ancient tombs, but these valuable items have lost their original color after being buried in polluted environments for thousands of years, and even been eroded by corpse qi. However, to restore them to their former glory, some connoisseurs will buy them at a low price and then find a group of young women with smooth skin to keep the jade close to their bodies for five or six years, after which the jade artifacts will regain their original color and even become more radiant.

  However, on the other hand, if a person is extremely wicked, even if he wears the most precious jade, it may still be possible that after several years, the jade will deteriorate and the person will not have a good end.

  I picked up the jade bracelet, carefully examining it under the lamp light. For a moment, I forgot that I still had to go into the cave to find Chen Yan's "dew".

  After staring for half a day, I suddenly found that inside the bracelet, there seemed to be a thread of foreign matter. No matter how I looked at it, I couldn't see clearly what it was.

  Finer than a hair.

  At this moment, the rope around my waist suddenly came with great force. I was caught off guard and the ring in my hand fell down immediately. I quickly picked up the ring and almost fell to the ground. At that moment, I was pulled up to the wellhead.

  Three people looked at me with somewhat pale faces.

  Xia Bing said anxiously: "How is it? Is Chen Yan's 'Lu' down there?"

  I was just about to respond when Ah Qing suddenly grabbed my hand and exclaimed: "Bi Xue 'Yu'!"

  I stared at his eyes and said with force: "Do you know this?"

  A Qing nodded and said, "I've seen similar things before, but they weren't in the shape of a bracelet. They're too hard to recognize. If I hadn't seen them at the time, I definitely wouldn't have recognized them."

  I nodded and said, "Why is Bi Xue called 'Jade'?"

  A'qing said: "You see, in the 'jade' body, there is a line that is even thinner than a hair, but this line you can't see clearly now. However, once it's put into water, it will become particularly obvious. Wait a moment, and I'll try it out for you to see."

  The screenwriter also leaned in, Xia Bing anxiously shook my hand and interrupted: "Chen Yan, where's 'Lu'?"

  I immediately came back to my senses and was just about to speak when suddenly a creaking sound came from somewhere.

  The commotion was particularly evident throughout the entire courtyard, just like a stone being thrown into the calm surface of the water. Although it wasn't big, it was enough to stir up a thousand layers of waves.

  I stared intently in the direction of the sound, which came from a room's door. The sound was like that of a door being opened. My face turned pale as I asked, "Is there someone inside? And is there another door?" Although I wasn't sure if there was anyone inside, the sound of the door opening earlier was definitely real and not just my imagination, because the three of them also turned their heads to stare in that direction. The scriptwriter's voice was a bit hoarse as he replied, "No...there isn't..."

  Cold sweat suddenly rolled down from my forehead, no one was there, that means there's a ghost.

  As the summer ice retreated with a creak, suddenly, there was another faint sound of "creak", and at the same time, a strange gust of wind suddenly appeared in the courtyard, blowing us several people almost unable to stand.

  The door was pushed open with a bang. Xia Bing let out a sharp cry, and the screenwriter and A Qing suddenly collapsed to the ground, their faces pale and trembling uncontrollably.

  I stared fixedly at the position of the 'door', dawn 'exposed', with a pair of blood-red 'colored' eyes, and pushed open the room 'door'.

  I stared at him, not daring to move, just now he clearly went down into the well, but how did he suddenly come out of the room?

  My heart is racing, is this a morning dew, or a ghost, or is the whole room haunted?

  Xia Bing suddenly rushed towards Chen Yan 's "exposure", I shouted: "Don't!"

  Xia Bing was too impulsive, if this morning study 'Lu' is a ghost, wouldn't it be jumping into the net? I quickly caught up with her, wanting to stop her, but didn't expect Morning Study 'Lu' to suddenly start coughing violently, squatting on the ground, looking like she was about to cough out her lungs.

  Then he waved his hand and said, "I'm fine."

  His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water for hundreds of years. Hearing his voice, I finally put my heart at ease and stopped in my tracks. Xia Bing hugged Chen Yan's shoulder and burst into tears.

  This time, Chen Yan 'Lu' surprisingly didn't push Xia Bing away. I let out a sigh in my heart, Xia Bing really liked Chen Yan 'Lu', but I still saw that Chen Yan 'Lu's gaze towards me never changed. What I did was right or wrong? Or should I say, was I being selfish, not liking him and wanting others to have him?

  The screenwriter and Ah Qing got up from the ground, then frantically patted their chests. Ah Qing's face turned pale as he said: "Chen Yanluo, when did you put on makeup? You almost scared me to death."

  The screenwriter nodded thoughtfully and said, "However, in this state, even if there are ghosts, they wouldn't dare to get close to you. By the way, how did you run from the well into the house?"

  I nodded, this was also what I wanted to ask. Xia Bing cried for a while and then calmed down, standing beside Chen Yan with a blush on her face like a little girl.

  Chen Yan 'Lu' furrowed her brow, seemingly trying to figure out where to start. I know Chen Yan 'Lu', although we're not in a romantic relationship, but over the years, from when he started pursuing me, he's always been like this. We're good friends, I'm familiar with his preferences, what he likes and dislikes to eat, what he usually does before doing something... As the saying goes, once you become too familiar, you can only become strangers...