The one standing before us was none other than Li Mazi’s second uncle. He looked ‘alive,’ and his actions were the same as before.

He had a pale face and looked like a soulless, walking corpse. 

He loomed over the dry well and cried for a few hours. 

This time, Li Mazi had prepared a pair of earplugs. He put them in his ears to protect himself from the piercing cries. 

We waited until Li Mazi’s second uncle had left before approaching the well. I craned my neck to see the bottom, my heart full of doubts. 

“Hey, did you find anything?” asked Li Mazi.

I smiled at him and nodded. Then, I motioned at him to go and check the bottom of the well. 

“Little Brother Zhang, is this a joke? How could I go down this well? If I go down there, will I be able to climb back up...