Lei Xiuzhu felt a bit thirsty, so she went over to the well beneath the big tree, planning to draw some water to drink.
She approached, bent down, ready to draw water.
Suddenly.
She inadvertently saw the situation inside the well.
Dark, deep, as if an abyss.
In the center, two ghastly white hands reached out, as if ghostly hands from the Nine Netherworld!
"Ah!"
Lei Xiuzhu was scared half to death, screaming as she backed away from the well, retreating quickly.
Crash!
A strange sound came from above, Lei Xiuzhu felt as if some creature in the tree was watching her.
At this moment, her heart was about to shatter from fear.
Actually, as a cultivator, Lei Xiuzhu never believed in ghosts and spirits.
However, this terrifying, sudden change, still scared her half to death.
...
...
Inside the second private room.
Three people sat cross-legged on the bed and the floor respectively.
Huang Cuicui, Luo Yong, and Ma Ji stayed here.
