There is an ancient well under the banyan tree.

Gaze over the rockery pavilion, you can see a straight roof ridge protruding from the depths of the garden.

Zhang Yuanqing did not go straight to the buildings deep in the garden, but walked cautiously around the big banyan tree. According to the information, this tree was very dangerous, but after he circled around, nothing happened.

"Looking at the big banyan tree, it should also increase the exploration speed..."

Thinking to himself, Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the dark ancient well, hesitating again and again, but he still didn't have the courage to rush over to take a look.

He has a strong psychological shadow on the ancient well in this kind of horror story.

Zhang Yuanqing walked around the ancient well, rustling among the weeds, and headed towards the buildings deep in the garden.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound under his feet, which scared him to jump up on the spot.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a corpse buried in weeds, wrapped in oxidized labor protection clothing. Zhang Yuanqing leaned over to check, and the skeleton of this corpse was well preserved.

It fell on its stomach, but its head was facing backwards, which meant that something twisted its head 180 degrees before it died.

What did it do?

Zhang Yuanqing quietly became vigilant, stood up, and was about to continue exploring.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew over, the weeds in the garden fluctuated and rustled, and the big banyan tree behind him seemed to come alive, shaking its branches and leaves in a twisted way.

"Zhang Yuanqing, Zhang Yuanqing..."

A shrill cry came from behind.

The voice drifted over with the wind, as if it was whispering in the ears, bringing waves of chills.

Instinctively, Zhang Yuanqing was about to turn around to be alert, and the information of the data suddenly flashed in his mind:

Do not look back!

"Zhang Yuanqing, Zhang Yuanqing..."

Seeing that he didn't respond, the voice seemed a little anxious, trying to make him turn his head quickly.

Of course Zhang Yuanqing would not turn around. He stood still, quietly unzipped the pocket of the jacket, took out the brass mirror, and slowly lifted it to a position higher than his shoulders.

The brass mirror reflected the scene behind him not so clearly in the mirror.

In the ancient well, a woman in white clothes with disheveled hair came out. She had no facial features on her face. She was about to look at Zhang Yuanqing with her pale fleshy face.

You idiot... Zhang Yuanqing turned pale, and ran forward sullenly.

"Zhang Yuanqing, Zhang Yuanqing..."

The voice called over and over again, calling eagerly, but he could only watch helplessly as he ran farther and farther.

Soon, Zhang Yuanqing bypassed the rockery and came to the depths of the garden. There was a big house with a straight roof, a foundation made of stones, and a wall made of loess.

The houses here are even more dilapidated than the courtyard houses, with sparse roof tiles and many holes.

"The night wandering god in the data has also been here. He only said not to turn back, but he didn't say that he couldn't go back. The call of the female ghost in the well may only be for those who turn back. In this case, when I return later, I shouldn't In danger..." JrNovels.com