A modern Feng Shui master and fortune teller, Lin Wanyue, is transported by a car accident to a dynasty not recorded in history, becoming a three-year-old baby abandoned in a mass grave.
The ...
"Oh dear...you scared me to death." The two old servants were so frightened that they clutched their chests, clearly terrified.
At the same time, Yan Dajiang, who was locked at the bottom of the well, also heard the voices outside. He desperately shouted in his hoarse voice.
The female ghost suddenly said calmly, "There's no need to shout, they can't hear you..."
"Why...why?" Yan Dajiang asked, enduring the pain.
"They're in the way, they're in the way! I must rescue my mother." After saying this, the female ghost disappeared from Yan Dajiang's sight.
"You're crazy..." Yan Dajiang didn't believe the female ghost at all and continued to shout, "Help! I'm here!"
The two old servants, looking at the extinguished lanterns in their hands, asked tremblingly, "What should we do? This wind is too eerie!"
The lanterns are covered with a layer of paper, so they can't be blown out by ordinary wind.
But just now they felt a gust of cold wind, and then the lanterns went out at the same time.
"It's alright," Lin Wanyue said in her soft, childlike voice. "Don't worry, just keep the lights on."
"Hey, hey." The two quickly took out their flint and lit the lantern.
This time the lantern didn't go out, and it illuminated the area around the well very well.
As soon as you get close, you're hit with the stench of rotten mud that assaults your senses.
"This smell is really strong." Young Master Liu felt as if he had been hit on the head. He shook his head and looked down into the well.
Sure enough, they saw Yan Dajiang, who had closed his eyes and was nestled at the bottom of the well.
"Brother Yan?" Young Master Liu hurriedly called out, "Brother Yan! Wake up, we're here to save you."
Lin Weiming told two old servants to find a ladder or a rope.
Yan Dajiang recently bought this house, and there isn't enough furniture. There's no ladder or rope either.
It's late at night now, so it's not convenient to ask someone to lend it to me.
"Bed sheets, get bed sheets." Lin Wanyue came up with a solution: she had them tear all the bed sheets in the house into strips and braid them into pigtails, which would provide enough length and support.
Then they threw the bed sheet rope into the well and pulled the person out.