The Terrible Dry Well

　　Stein and I turned around to see that it was Stella, people immediately froze, when did Stella come? If Stella is here, then the sound just now is ...

　　I looked in the direction the sound had just come from and realized there was something hiding in the grass that slipped away as soon as Stella appeared.

　　"Good thing I got here when I did, or you two would have been dead." Stella knocked one on the head, still familiar formula, familiar flavor, this should be the real Stella.

　　I said can you blame us? It's all because you fell asleep yourself that we were in danger, if we hadn't fallen under the demonic spell of that Siberian weasel, we wouldn't have somehow appeared in this courtyard.

　　"Yard? Hmph, where is this courtyard!" Stella snorted coldly and bit her fingertip before spotting a drop of True Blood on my and Stein's foreheads respectively.

　　"Six Netherworld True Lord, bestow upon me the mystical eyes. all manner of illusions shall be shattered!"

　　Stella bellowed, waving both fingers in front of both of us for a moment.

　　Suddenly, my eyes were dazzled, and when I opened my eyes again, all the weeds in front of me had disappeared, replaced by a deserted grave, and even more strangely, there was a dry well next to the grave, and Stein and I were standing right next to the mouth of the well, and Stella said that if she hadn't appeared just in time, both of us would have jumped into the well just now, and we would have been struck by a strange spell.

　　A deserted graveyard, a dry well, what kind of place is this? How is it different from what Orwell said, although I know that the courtyard and the ruined house might just be hallucinations, but if according to what Orwell said, waking up should be Huang Daxian Temple.

　　I vaguely feel that Orwell's kid lied to us, fortunately I didn't give him a tattoo and grew a heart, it's not that simple.

　　I looked at the dry well, my heart was a little hairy, below the mouth of the well is all black, can not see what is going on down there, but I always feel that someone is looking at me at the bottom of the well, and that feeling is very strong.

　　Then look at these graves even more frightening, because the gravestones of the graves are engraved with a Siberian weasel head, no name, the surrounding area is desolate, the ground will occasionally have some human skulls and limbs, but no grass grows here, there are no trees, and the night is eerie and especially scary.

　　"What is this place?" Stein asked towards me.

　　I said you ask me, who am I going to ask, I just blinked my eyes, I came here from the internet cafe, and my legs are so sore, as if they are going to be broken, I don't know how long I have been walking, and then I looked at the time, it was already five in the morning, have I been walking for two fucking hours?

　　At this point Stein and I both looked to Stella for an answer.

　　Stella said, she followed us out, all the way to the north, we walked very fast, she wildly chased almost didn't catch up, about two hours later, we appeared here, she saw us standing next to the mouth of the well, almost jumped down, fortunately she came out in time to stop.

　　Two hours of wild walking? And what is this place? It's probably some distance from the city, so we're not in the shithole suburbs, are we?

　　Some suburbs are fine, others are full of mountains, not to mention people, there may not even be a single ghost, what does this Siberian weasel want by bringing us here?

　　At that moment Stein suddenly let out a wow sound, which scared us a lot. What's wrong with you?

　　Stein said he seemed to remember where he was, and that this was probably the legendary Siberian weasel grave.

　　When he was very young, he heard a rumor that if you go north in Vervecity, you will come across a Siberian weasel grave, where ... all the weasels are buried.

　　There is a dry well in the grave, and there is an evil ghost in the well, and all the people who come here will unconsciously jump into the well and become the food in the belly of the evil ghost.

　　Evil ghosts?

　　Hearing Stein's words, I couldn't help but shiver, but when I looked at the well, there was no movement, could it be that the rumors are too exaggerated, this is a special deserted grave, or a custom of some place, which people really give the weasel monument, but also a large area is.

　　"Who?" Just at this time, Stella shouted, she held a copper coin in her hand and threw it out, only to see the copper coin sliding out of flower and fire on a piece of gravestone, and then fell to the ground with a clang.

　　At this time I saw that there was someone hiding behind that tombstone, but as soon as Stella struck out, a black shadow scurried out behind that tombstone like lightning and disappeared.

　　I hurriedly rushed up with Stein, but the black shadow had already disappeared, leaving only a few pieces of clothing and an old woman's human skin behind the tombstone.

　　This human skin was the old woman we saw in the internet cafe.

　　Sure enough, the old woman wasn't a human being, and was most likely a Siberian weasel draped out to harm people.

　　She had already realized what Stein and I were trying to do when we were in the internet cafe, so she confused us and brought us here, she didn't want to kill us directly, but wanted to throw us into the well.

　　At this time I glanced at the well again, and one's unconscious cold hairs stood on end... in that well, is there really an evil spirit? That Siberian weasel, wanted to feed us to the evil spirits?

　　"Damn it, let it escape, I don't know if we can catch it later, it will be bad if it goes out to harm people again." Stella was furious.

　　I asked what this thing was from, did Stella know?

　　Stella smelled the human skin and clothes and said that there was some demonic qi left on it, but it wasn't strong, this Siberian weasel shouldn't have a high level of Dao, she could deal with it, it just let her get away.

　　I said that it does not matter, drive her away or not, no longer go to the Internet cafe to harm people on the line, if it reappears, then we will find a way to catch it once again, perhaps I give the Internet cafe people tattooed a tattoo to suppress the demon will also work.

　　After that, I asked Stella to take a look at the well, is there really an evil spirit down here? Because I always feel that someone is looking at me at the bottom of the well, my heart is hairy.

　　Stella walked over and looked at the edge of the well, she said this well does have problems, but it should be fine, this well seems to be sealed by Fulu.

　　Stella pointed to the Fulu on the side of the well and showed me, the words were very small, I didn't even realize it until Stella said it, they were all unintelligible incantations, on the inner side of the well, circling around in circles after circles.

　　Since it's sealed, let's try to stay away, there might really be something locked up underneath this well, I don't know which Master sealed it down there.

　　Stella is right, and this place is eerie and spooky, since Siberian weasel ran away, let's get out of here!

　　Stein heard that we should leave, he hurriedly raised his hands and feet in favor of it, and he was the first to walk in front, he wanted to sneak out long ago, this guts is so small, how did he used to hang out with my grandpa?

　　But just a few steps, I suddenly realized that there seems to be something climbing up the mouth of the well, and then something behind me emitted a burst of golden light.

　　With a fluttering sound, it appeared that something had fallen to the bottom of the well.

　　I immediately felt a tingle in my scalp, and I instantly ran in front of Stein.

　　This place is too scary, quickly fucking slip!

　　After walking out of the deserted graveyard, the outside was still desolate, this was some relatively remote mountainous area, no one was there for miles, before our legs broke, we finally got out to the highway, and then took a taxi back.

　　Back in Vervecity, Stella rushed back to school while Stein and I made another trip to the internet cafe.

　　We wanted to talk to Orwell about what happened and ask him in passing how it was different from what we had experienced, but when we got to the internet cafe, the webmaster told us that the owner wasn't Orwell at all.

　　There is no Orwell, the owner here is called Caius.