I rubbed my eyes and asked Jiang Hao Yan, "Did you see him jump in just now?" Jiang Hao Yan nodded and walked over to look into the water barrel with me.

　　Our heads were pressed together, and the moonlight poured down from above, illuminating the walls of the barrel.

　　That's when we noticed that the bottom of the barrel was empty, like a well, pitch black and unknown depths below.

　　Jiang Hao Yan and I exchanged glances.

　　"Let's go down and take a look." I placed one hand on the edge of the barrel, about to jump in when Jiang Hao Yan suddenly grabbed my hand.

　　He looked at me seriously, his black pupils reflecting the moonlight, emitting an indescribable sense of coldness.

　　Tsk, this idiot, he looks handsome when he's not talking.

　　"It's dangerous, I'll go down first." With a single push, Jiang Hao Yan leaped into the hole with swift movements.

　　Heh, as expected, I guessed his intentions correctly.

　　So what if he flatters me? With my talent, I am destined to be a master that he can never attain.

　　I shook my head regretfully and followed suit, jumping down.

　　After a while, I landed in a warm embrace as Jiang Hao Yan reached out his arms to catch me.

　　Only then did I realize that the hole wasn't very deep, about 2.5 meters high, slightly shorter than an average house.

　　I blinked my eyes, surrounded by dense darkness, unable to see my hand in front of my face.

　　I called out a few times, but couldn't hear Liu Xiong's voice.

　　Only my shouts echoed back and forth in the underground space, producing a few long echoes.

　　"Liu Xiong - Xiong - Xiong -" It sounded eerie, like a female ghost.

　　At the end of the tunnel, a faint light appeared in Liu Xiong's line of sight.

　　He was leaning against the wall, walking towards the direction of the light when he suddenly heard a faint shout.

　　"Liu Xiong - Xiong -" The voice was fragmented, like a cat's cry, but also like an evil spirit's call.

　　Liu Xiong was so frightened that he sat on the ground, desperately covering his mouth to hold back his tears.

　　He had heard the legend that if an evil spirit called your name, and you responded, your soul would be taken away by the ghost.

　　His legs turned weak, collapsing on the ground until the voice disappeared.

　　Only then did he gather his courage, hold onto the wall, and slowly move forward.