Lu Xuan's gaze swept over the twisted and deformed runes on the well's edge, then the phantom dragons around him surged wildly.
This seemingly ordinary dry well was actually the source of the entire ghost town's malevolent aura.
The icy chill emanating from the well made even him, a being akin to a martial arts Grandmaster, restless.
This was no ordinary ghostly entity; it must be the culprit behind the death of Qianfu Town's residents.
Boom!!!
Suddenly, a dull crashing sound came from the bottom of the well.
The entire ancient well began to shake violently, the moss on its walls instantly withered, and debris fell.
In an instant, the entire world seemed to freeze.
The evil aura gushing out from the well twisted wildly in the air, finally condensing into a ghostly face that covered the sky.
The wrinkled visage of an old hag was as large as a hundred yards, with thick black blood flowing in each crease.
Hollow eye sockets burned with ghostly green flames.
