When we walked downstairs, the entire restaurant had been cleared out except for a table. The open space had been turned into a bed, and people from both sides had moved into the restaurant, either sitting or lying down.
I sat down at the table amid the hostile looks from both parties. Lin Jingyuan waved and had someone pour me some tea: "Mr. Wu, you have a good way."
"If this little trick can stump Hall Master Lin, then the reputation of 'Lin Family Demon Girl' is really undeserved." I don't think this little trick can stump the famous Lin Demon Girl.
Lin Jingyuan pointed at a sorcerer at the Hell Gate and said, "The person who wrote the blood letter last time has been found. It's a pity that he can no longer speak."
I turned to look at the sorcerer that Lin Jingyuan pointed at. I had indeed seen this person before. When we met just now, he was standing not far from Duan Yunfei, which was where the head was looking at last.
The feeling that person gave me was that he was as silent as a knife, silent and motionless, yet he had a compelling aura. But now that aura had completely disappeared from that person, leaving only a heavy, dead aura.
I could tell that the man was definitely still alive, but there was only emptiness in his eyes, as if he was left with only despair and numbness.
I just tried to wave my palm in front of his eyes twice, and I heard Jie Jingwen sneer, "What a bullshit number of days, didn't you say that the person who wrote the blood letter would be fine? Then what's wrong with him? He's playing tricks."
I put my hand on the other person's forehead and tested it. My face changed slightly and I said, "The third blood book has begun. Be careful and alert!"
Xie Jingwen sneered, "Are you trying to make up for it? You've even used all the tricks of street fortune-telling, and you're not ashamed of yourself."
Before Xie Jingwen finished speaking, Lin Jingyuan shouted, "Who is not in the room? Find him out!"
"No one is missing from the Xuan Jing Division!"
"No one is missing from the Hell Gate!"
Xie Jingwen sneered again: "Wu Zhao, what else do you have to say? Everyone is under our noses, who can write a blood oath?"
When the disciples from both sides looked at me, there were a few muffled sounds from the side of the restaurant. The wooden window that was originally closed opened slowly with a harsh folding sound, as if it was pushed by someone. The dust on the window frame fell down like water, and a dark light suddenly appeared in the dark space outside the inn.
well!
In the center of the faint light is a well, an octagonal bluestone well that is only commonly seen in the south.
The warlock sitting next to me suddenly stood up and walked towards the window with shining eyes.
Duan Yunfei was startled and said, "Li Xinghui, what are you doing? Stop him!"
When the two warlocks pressed down on Li Xinghui's shoulders together, the latter suddenly accelerated while crying loudly, flashed past the fingertips of the two people, pressed his hands on the windowsill, and climbed out of the window desperately.
"Stop him!" Duan Yunfei didn't wait for others to make a move, and raised his hand to shoot two hidden weapons, piercing through Li Xinghui's legs. I watched as one of the bone-piercing nails penetrated from the bend of Li Xinghui's left leg, and then penetrated through the body from the knee and nailed into the wall.
Li Xinghui suddenly exerted force and pulled the bloody bone-piercing nail off the wall. He then dragged his torn leg over the windowsill and fell out of the inn window.
Duan Yunfei said sternly: "Don't chase me, and don't get too close to the window!"
The two warlocks who were about to attack with their swords suddenly stopped. The sound of Li Xinghui's loud crying could be heard from under the window sill. Duan Yunfei said with a pale face, "Get ready. Even if we cut Li Xinghui into pieces, we can't let him get into the well!"
As I frowned and looked at Duan Yunfei, I suddenly heard someone screaming, "Where is the well?"
When we all looked towards the wellhead at the same time, it had become empty. Li Xinghui's crying voice, which had been clinging to the window, suddenly sank several meters underground and turned into a howl that sounded like it was buried deep underground.
Duan Yunfei swallowed his saliva: "Li Xinghui fell into the well..."
Several warlocks at the Hell Gate turned pale and at a loss. The crying outside the window stopped abruptly, and the open wooden window slammed shut. Everything returned to its original state, the only difference being that there was one less warlock in the room and there was a bloodstain on the wall.
When Duan Yunfei slowly sat back at the table, Lin Jingyuan asked solemnly, "Master Duan, was that the Man-Eating Well that the Hell Gate had destroyed?"
Duan Yunfei's face turned pale as he said, "Yes, it is the Man-Eating Well..."
The two of us were silent for a while, and I asked Xiao Baitang, "What is the Man-Eating Well?"
Xiao Baitang said briefly, "More than 10 years ago, the Hell Gate paid the price of more than 50 people to destroy an evil place that devoured living people. Some people say that Xing Zha Po is hidden in the well."
Taoism divides ghosts into "regular ghosts" and "spirits". In addition to the regular ghosts of the Five Heavenly Ghosts, the "Seventy-two Spirits" may also be called ghosts, but their strength is by no means comparable to that of ghosts.
Xing Zha Po is one of the seventy-two spirits. She looks like an old woman in black. She entangles her breath at the mouth of a well, causing people to fall into the well and die. If the gate of hell encounters Xing Zha Po, it is not surprising that more than fifty people will be killed.
Duan Yunfei heard us talking and said slowly: "That's not Xingzha Po. Xingzha Po stays at the bottom of the well and leads people into the well, but the Man-Eating Well is chasing people. It can appear at any time and anywhere and drag people nearby into the well. Even if we broke the Man-Eating Well at that time, we didn't figure out what it was."
I couldn't help but ask, "I don't know what it is, how did you break the Man-Eating Well?"
Duan Yunfei said: "At that time, everyone was carrying a large number of thunder and fire talismans. Once they entered the well, they would immediately detonate the talismans and blow themselves to pieces at the bottom of the well. That's how the Hell Gate used more than fifty lives to fill up the Man-Eating Well."
Duan Yunfei shook his head and said, "Now, let alone that we don't have that many Thunder and Fire Talismans, even if we did, we wouldn't have enough lives to fill the well."
I quickly asked, "Why don't you let the sorcerer named Li Xinghui enter the well?"
Duan Yunfei said: "When the Hell Gate was clearing the Man-Eating Well, it discovered a very strange phenomenon. The more people the Man-Eating Well swallowed, the more bizarre it became. The well would repeatedly get hungry. When it was so hungry that it had no strength left, it naturally couldn't catch up with living people. Once it was full, it would become elusive and hard to guard against."
Sun Xiaomei was furious and asked, "Who wrote this story? Does he want to kill everyone?"
Duan Yunfei said: "No one here has ever participated in the Man-Eating Well mission, and we won't write that kind of thing, unless he wants to die too."
"Yes!" Xiao Baitang said, "Didn't Huang Yu participate in the Man-Eating Well mission? I saw him when we were gathering in the castle."
Duan Yunfei said: "Huang Yu is dead. He died when he entered the ghost realm. He accidentally fell into the Fengling River..."
Duan Yunfei's voice became smaller and smaller: "Can ghosts write blood letters? That wouldn't be..."
I couldn't help but take a deep breath. Duan Yunfei turned his head and looked at me: "Brother Wu, you are the only one who can break out of this situation. Don't you plan to take action?"
I frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Duan Yunfei said, "What I mean is that if your initial judgment was correct, then it means that the red-brush blood book represents the way of heaven. Since mortals cannot change the way of heaven, then only the gods can change it. Only by getting the red-brush blood book and changing the original story can we survive. Now among all of us, only you can find the location of the red-brush blood book. Brother Wu, please put the overall situation first and help us!"
"Mr. Wu, please put the overall situation first and lend a hand!" The Hell Gate warlocks bowed in unison.
Sun Xiaomei said, "Please Mr. Wu put aside your grudges and put justice first!"
"Mr. Wu, please put aside your grudges and put justice first!" The lower half of the Xuan Jing Division's subordinates bowed and saluted.
I sneered and said, "Are you guys trying to use justice to force me to submit?"
"Absolutely not!" Duan Yunfei said, "Even if Brother Wu doesn't consider the overall situation, he should at least consider the people around him. The Devouring Well devours everyone, regardless of gender, age or status. Who can guarantee that its next target will not be Ye Jin or Xiao Tang?"
Duan Yunfei saw me frowning slightly, and continued, "Although the number of people in Hell Gate and Xuanjing Division is relatively large, they are more likely to be found by the Devouring Well. However, with the current manpower of Brother Wu, once he is targeted by the Devouring Well, what can he use to rescue his companions?"
I frowned and lowered my head slightly - what Duan Yunfei said made sense, the lack of manpower was my biggest crisis.
Duan Yunfei struck while the iron was hot and said, "If Brother Wu is willing to help with the calculation, I can swear that as long as there is one person from the Hell Gate who is still alive, I will do my best to protect Ye Jin and Xiao Tang."
Before I could even open my mouth, Xie Jingwen said sarcastically, "Mr. Wu, are you still thinking of raising the price at this time? Sometimes, if your appetite is too big, you might end up starving to death."
When I looked at Xie Jingwen coldly, the latter raised his chin triumphantly, and the hideous scar on his face showed a hint of dark red due to excitement - he couldn't wait to see me get into trouble.
The Hell Gate troops didn't seem to make any moves, but the Xuan Jing Division's men standing behind Sun Xiaomei had quietly put their hands on the handles of their weapons. Lin Jingyuan ignored this, which showed that she had lost her patience to continue negotiating with me.
I hesitated for a moment and said, "There are some things I still need to confirm."
Duan Yunfei laughed dumbly and said, "Brother Wu, you are too suspicious. Well, please do as you please, Brother Wu!"
I quickly walked to the window where Li Xinghui had just jumped out, squatted down, wiped off a little of the blood on it, and said twice: "Xiao Baitang, come here and help me take a look at the mark of this hidden weapon."
Xiao Baitang came over and squatted down: "Bone-piercing nails, Duan Yunfei's best hidden weapon. What's wrong with this?"
I pointed at the bloodstain and said, "Look carefully at the blood on the wall, it's right here..."
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