Duanmu Xue suddenly felt a stifling sensation, as if a sharp blade was directed towards her back.
She turned her head, only to see Michael staring blankly at her. It was clear he had seen through her little plot.
She quickly lowered her head, speculating that Michael would definitely take some action.
However, even until the old man entered the dried well, Michael didn't make a move.
Duanmu Xue turned her head, looking at Michael in surprise.
"We should go down there as well," Michael said indifferently.
Of course, it is impossible for him to not do anything at all.
But if he wanted to make a move, it was undoubtedly more secure to do it inside the dried well than on the surface.
The old man arrived at the bottom of the dried well, and on seeing the scene in front of him, he was stunned. When he came to his senses, his face turned pale, and he was clearly anxious to report the situation here.