After walking through the village with Chen Hao and the others for a while, the old man suddenly stopped, turned around, and after hesitating for a second, said, "Are you sure you want to go look at the well?"
"Oh, old man, just relax, we'll definitely be fine!" Xie Xiaofeng said as he patted the old man's shoulder, his tone a mix of resignation and impatience, "However, it's you I'm actually worried about. I'm not sure you can handle the scare!"
Hearing Xie Xiaofeng say this, the old man became a bit unhappy and huffed, "At my age, I have seen it all. Now I'm not even afraid of death, what else is there to fear?"
"I do wonder who it was that fainted from fright by the well not long ago." Xie Xiaofeng muttered.
"You, cough cough cough!" Angered by Xie Xiaofeng's sarcastic remark, the old man started choking and couldn't catch his breath.