"My God!"
Xigou let out a scream of terror.
At this cry, all the dogs in the village started barking along.
Fang Zhixing suddenly stood up, clutching the Myriad People Blade tightly.
He then saw a figure rising next to the well, startlingly, it was the reborn Xigou.
"Oh day, dead again!"
Xigou's hair stood on end, now he was left with only five lives.
Fang Zhixing asked, "What happened?"
Xigou replied, "I just glanced into the well, then I fell in, the well water crazily poured into my mouth, drowning me alive."
"So what did you see?"
"It was pitch black in the well, I didn't see a thing."
"..."
Just as Fang Zhixing was about to say something, suddenly a bright light shone over.
From a nearby thatched hut, a fire lit up.
Immediately following, there was a creaking sound.
The door opened.
An old woman holding a lantern came out, squinting her presbyopic eyes, she looked Fang Zhixing and Xigou up and down and asked, "Who are you, and what are you doing in our village?"
