Yang Xiao climbed down to make room for Jiang Qingluan above. The well mouth was about 7, or 8 meters above the water surface, enough space for both of them.
Yang Xiao stopped about two to three meters above the water. At this moment, the water no longer churned violently. The Drowned Ghost and Chang Chuchu had disappeared, and the surface was tainted with murky water from the silt at the bottom of the well, continuously emitting nauseating stenches of decay.
"Keep moving!" Jiang Qingluan, sitting on top of Yang Xiao's shoulders, urged him fiercely.
"Move your big ghost head, it's nothing but water below, you want me to jump into the well?!" Yang Xiao looked up and shouted, and through the gap between Jiang Qingluan's body, he saw a terrifying scene—several broken and askew heads gathered around the edge of the well, forming a circle, coldly staring at them.
