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Text Chapter 074 Seven Unbelievable Things on Campus (3)

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    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 instead of 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 an obvious reminder. Feng Bujue had no doubt that as long as he took a look at what was under the well, he would immediately  It 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 to you?"

    A few seconds later, the voice from the bottom of the well sounded again: "Ican'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 be.

    But this time, the other party did not answer. The voice just repeated: "Helpsaveme"

    So, Feng Bujue said: "You 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 climb out to settle the score with himself, he would have to come back sooner or later to complete this task.

    Leaving the well, Feng Bujue trotted towards the sports equipment room. He had wanted to go in and search when he passed by there before.  At this time, he returned there with ease, and as soon as he was greeted by a pipe wrench, he broke the hanging lock on the door. When he entered, he rummaged through the boxes and cabinets.

    After a while, he found a thick rope that was bunched together and might be used in tug-of-war.  After testing the toughness and feeling that there was no problem, Feng Bujue coiled up the rope and stuffed it into 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.  Dead knot.  Then he came to the well and threw the other end of the rope down.  It is estimated that the well is only ten meters deep, probably only six or seven meters deep, and the rope must 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 phone in your mouth Besides, even if it is really held in your mouth, you can't answer it when it rings halfway up.  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 the 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 cell 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 his two legs down.  Then, he faced up, stepped on the well wall, held the rope alternately with both hands, and moved down as fast as possible.  From the beginning to the end, he never looked down. He just kept his back to something that was most likely a ghost.

    "Look up at the skythe moon is smiling" Feng Bujue went deep into the dry well, kept his back posture, looked up from the well to the sky, 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 on 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 his neck.  At the same time, he felt "half" a person pressing against his back.  Feng Bujue was sure that even if a female player came down, she would be able to carry this ghost on her back, because this ghost is very light, or its limbs are not complete at all.

    "Hmm" 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 in this situation, some of the other party's characteristics would be removed.  Characteristics that are obviously different from human beings may also lead to bad development.  Things like "Why don't you climb up on your own when you are so nimble?" "Why is the skin on your arms rotten?""There is nothing", "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 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, he didn't even look down. The overall feeling was like walking backwards. When he went up, he moved 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 not heavy, so it was 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 the pipe wrench again and said to the thing clinging to his back:  "It's out now, you can go home."

    The voice sounded from the back of Feng Bujue¡¯s neck, like an icy cold wind passing through the back of his neck: ¡°Go back 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 behind his back disappeared.  Only then did he take a deep breath and look back.

    Under the silver moonlight, the appearance of the dry well has changed. The wellhead is not open, but is sealed by a cement board.  One end of the thick rope in Feng Bujue's hand was still tied to the tree, but the other end that was thrown into the well was now piled beside the well.

    ¡°Maybe Feng Bujue never went down into this well, maybe he went tosomewhere else.  And it was from that place that he rescued the boy.

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    The last paragraph of the newspaper clipping in Xiyu¡¯s hand reads:

    Autumn, 10th year of Pingcheng 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 Onmyoji left angrily after saying, "Do you want me to go 'there' to carry him out?"

    Since then, the wellhead has been re-sealed with cement, and there has been no abnormality so far.

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