Strange sounds echoed from the well—a boiling, bubbling noise mixed with low whispers.
It was as if millions of souls were struggling at the bottom, trying to break free from their bonds and find release.
Around the well, black mold spots spread out silently, like the tentacles of a Demon.
They not only covered the well's walls but also gradually encroached upon the surrounding ground, every inch exuding a sinister aura.
The patches of mold seemed to be alive. They squirmed slightly, sometimes clustering together, sometimes drifting apart,
as if performing some ancient ritual or relaying a message from the abyss.
The air was thick with a damp, putrid smell—a mixture of sulfur and the strange scent of unknown plants.
Every breath felt like it was chipping away at the edge of one's sanity.
"What's in there? Sister Butterfly, do you have any inside info?"
a fan asked tentatively.
After all, Butterfly was an administrator for Si Haowen's number one fan group.
