Chapter 74 Seven Inconceivable Things in the Campus 3

Chapter 74 Seven Inconceivable Things in the Campus 3

Feng Bujue was already by the side of the well, but he did not get too close; he merely lowered his body and used the advantage of his vantage point to peer as deep into the well as he could. He did not poke his head directly into the well.Nêww chapters will be fully updated at novelhall.com

He recited the first line of the song word for word. "Save him, save him... Stuck in the well, unable to go home. Don’t look, don’t look... or the well will gain a new soul."

The hint could not have been clearer. Feng Bujue had no doubt that once he glanced at thing at the bottom of the well, he would trigger an event that would cause his death. He did not wish for some supernatural energy to drag him down the well and, in the blink of an eye, lose all his Life Points.

"Er, whoever you are... how about I drop a rope down the well for you?"

Several seconds later, the reply came. "I... cannot climb so far... alone..."

When Feng Bujue heard that, he was suddenly struck by inspiration. He asked probingly, "Then... how about I go down and carry you up?"

The voice in the well answered simply, "Okay..."

"I’m not familiar with this school, do you know where they might keep the rope?" Feng Bujue asked directly. He wanted to test and see how far the voice would go to provide him with hints.

However, this time, the voice did not answer. It merely repeated, "Save... me..."

In response, Feng Bujue said, "Wait for me. I’ll be back soon with the rope."

The voice did not say anything else, other than its continued pleas for help. Feng Bujue was a bit curious about what would happen if he just wandered away and did not return. But after giving it some thought, even if the thing inside the well did not crawl out to haunt him for revenge, eventually, he would have to return to finish the quest.

Leaving the well, Feng Bujue jogged to the storage room for exercise equipment. He had been meaning to explore the space when he passed it earlier. This time, he traced the route in his memory and used the wrench to smack down the lock and found his way in. It did not take long for him to find a thick rope that was probably used for tug or war. He yanked it several times to test its tensile strength. After giving it his approval, Feng Bujue shoved the rope inside his backpack and returned to the well.

Going up and down this old well took at most four minutes. Feng Bujue climbed out of the well and slowly adjusted his breathing. He still did not dare lower his guard. He did not hurry to pick up the phone but instead pulled out the wrench and told the thing behind him, "We’re out. You can go home now."

The voice came from behind Feng Bujue, and it felt like a chilling breeze caressing the back of his neck. "Go... Home..."

That was followed by a stifling silence.

"Thank you..." said the ghost.

When Feng Bujue heard that, the chill around him disappeared, and the sensation that he was carrying something went away as well. Right then, he let out a long sigh and turned his head around.

Under the silvery moon, the well had already changed. The mouth was no longer open but was blocked by a slab of cement. The rope in Feng Bujue’s hands had one of its ends still tied around the tree, but the other was dropped next to the edge of the well, not inside the well.

Perhaps Feng Bujue had not gone down the well at all... but he went someplace else, and he rescued that boy from that place.

...

The article in Passing Rain’s hands said this.

1998, Fall.

A student’s parents hired a Yin Yang Master to conduct a ritual. When everything was done, the master said that he only managed to injure the spirit, but with his power, he was unable to help the spirit move on to a better place.

When pressed, the master replied, "Do you expect me to go ’there’ to carry him out?"

Then he left in anger and indignation.

After that, the well was resealed, and everything had been peaceful since then.