I didn't intend to be a Fairy

The moonlight was bright and clear, and a group of people gathered in the courtyard.

Many people had anxious looks on their faces, and from time to time they looked into the well and saw that they must be the parents of the three young people in the well.

The old man did not panic. He seemed to be sure that the bamboo staff of the Taoist beside him would be able to block the evil spells of demons and ghosts. He was also sure that the distant relative who looked familiar but could not remember his name could resist the temptation, so he turned around and bowed to Song You. , asked: "May I ask sir, after the descendants of my clan come up, what magic can you use to eliminate demons?"

"There is no spell but an idea."

"I wonder what the idea is?"

"But I asked the master, how did the four-legged snake die today?"

"Sir, what do you mean, we still have to do it ourselves?"

"I have said before that if the master of the house is less kind-hearted and more cruel when he encounters them, even if the evil spirits cannot be eliminated, they will definitely not dare to cause trouble in your house again. Let's see, since the master of the house gave the order at the beginning Burning them with firewood can burn them to ashes and frighten them, which shows that they are not invulnerable to water and fire, but are still afraid that the owner will use more severe and terrifying methods to deal with them. "Song You said, "Otherwise, we wouldn't have held several gentlemen as hostages."

"Sir, what you said makes sense."

"Then it depends on how the head of the family deals with it."

"My Xu family has two iron shops in the city..." The old man thought for a moment and narrowed his eyes. "May I ask, sir, if I melted several large buckets of molten iron and poured them all in, how could the monster survive?"

"I guess not."

"good!"

The old man immediately turned to look at the people around him: "Go and invite the craftsmen from the two iron shops, and bring in all the guys you need. Just say that you want to boil molten iron."

"yes!"

Some people agreed and turned around and left.

There were also expressions of reluctance and regret on their faces.

Someone else brought chairs and benches for the old man, a few middle-aged people, Song You and Sanhua Empress to sit.

Summer nights are just the right time to cool down.

Lights loomed in the well, and there were sounds of singing and dancing.

Suddenly, the singing and dancing stopped.

Everyone held their breath and did not dare to disturb him.

But there was no more movement from below.

After an unknown amount of time, the Xu family's blacksmiths moved all the boilers over and burned them in the yard, turning the iron into molten iron.

The courtyard is getting hotter and hotter.

Everyone is waiting anxiously.

After waiting for a long time, the night gradually deepened, and about two hours after the scholar surnamed Xu had gone down, a human voice finally came from the well:

"Is there anyone up there?"

It was the voice of the scholar named Xu.

"Someone!"

Hearing this, Xu's eldest son rushed over and looked into the well, but saw nothing, so he had to reply:

"can hear."

"Please throw the rope down!"

Such a sound could be heard faintly from below, echoing endlessly.

Xu's eldest son did not hesitate and immediately ordered his men to prepare ropes and began to throw them into the well.

The strange thing is that the dry well, which was originally only two feet deep, now has a bundle of ropes ten feet long thrown in, and it has not yet touched the bottom. The scholar surnamed Xu below was still shouting, asking someone to throw the rope down.

I had no choice but to get another bundle of rope, connect it, and then throw it down.

But still no bottom.

I went to my neighbor's house to borrow another bundle.

This time I finally heard from the people below and saw the rope.

With a "pull up" sound, many servants worked together to slowly pull the rope up.

A confused young man was tied underneath.

"Pull it up!"

The servants were very happy.

Putting the young man on the ground, everyone smelled a strange fragrance on his body, which made people intoxicated and fell into a trance. Then he quickly brought a lantern and a torch and placed it in front of the young man to illuminate his appearance.

Many Xu family members looked down and were shocked.

This young man was still wearing his original clothes, but few of his hair had fallen out, almost all his teeth had fallen out, and his face was as haggard as a mummy. After being pulled up, he couldn't stand up at all. He could only lie on the ground and babbling nonsense. No one knew what he was talking about.

"Son!"

A woman immediately pounced on him.

"Yunwazi!"

"Brother!"

Everyone was crying and wailing loudly.

When the old man saw this, he also turned away. He couldn't bear it for a while, felt hateful, angry, and sad, but he still waved his hands and directed the servants to untie the rope and put it down again.

Just repeat what happened before.

Two more young men were pulled up, one of whom also had a haggard face, like a mummy, and the other was dead, which undoubtedly caused a lot of crying.

Someone looked at Song You next to him: "Sir, is there any way to save them?"

"There is no way." Song You said sincerely, "Among these three, one has been dead for a long time, and his belly has begun to bulge. Although the other two are still alive, their yang energy and vitality have all dispersed, and the three souls and seven Half of the soul has been lost, the person has become stupid, and there is no need to save him anymore."

The crying suddenly became more violent.

The servants were still pulling the rope for the fourth time, and this time the scholar surnamed Xu was pulled up.

At this time the moon has risen above the head.

The crying in the Xu family's house was loud.

After the scholar surnamed Xu climbed up, he looked around and immediately knew why everyone was crying. He also looked sad, and then he stepped forward, holding the bamboo stick in both hands, and respectfully handed it back to Song You:

"Thank you Immortal Master for the magic weapon."

After two hours in the well, no one knew the power of this bamboo stick better than him.

"You're welcome."

Song You smiled and nodded at him.

The scholar surnamed Xu then bowed to the others and said with shame: "Fortunately, I have fulfilled my destiny and brought back three clan brothers. It's a pity..."

"It doesn't matter..."

The old man seemed much older, waving his hands feebly, but still concerned about him: "Are you in danger down there?"

"It's not really a danger, it's just a few clan brothers. When the juniors see them..."

"These are useless people! I told you not to enter this courtyard at night, and no one is allowed to go down, but they still can't help it. They deserve to die! These women, please stop crying, cry these women I dragged this piece of meat back to your yard and cried, it makes my ears hurt!" The old man gritted his teeth, but his eyes were red. He stood up with a stick, walked to the dry well in person, and said to the people behind him, "Come all here. Pour all this molten iron down, there won’t be any left!”

"yes!"

Several blacksmiths and apprentices came over immediately, carrying boilers filled with molten iron and pouring it into the well.

Something wonderful happened again.

It used to take three bundles of ropes to reach the bottom of the dry well, but now a pot of red and shiny molten iron was poured into it. I thought it would take a while before there would be any movement, but unexpectedly, as soon as the molten iron poured down, I heard the dull sound of the molten iron falling to the ground. With a piercing scream.

"Ahhh!!"

The voice was sharp and unhuman.

The screams were accompanied by rolling sounds, flopping sounds, explosion sounds, and the sound of hitting the well wall. At the same time, flames rushed out of the well, and bursts of white smoke rose up, creating an unpleasant smell.

"Tsk..."

"Crackling..."

People don't know what's inside, nor what it looks like at the moment. But even the most daring people would not dare to look out. Even the blacksmith and his apprentice, who were carrying the boiler and pouring molten iron, turned their heads away involuntarily and squinted their eyes, as if they were afraid of being smoked.

Only Empress Sanhua was very curious and wanted to go and have a look.

Unfortunately, a hand grasping the collar of the back of her neck restricted her range of movement, causing her to keep stepping and leaning forward, but she could only stay in place. Even if she stretched her neck, she could not see the scene in the well.

This cat is quite strange——

Even though she was pulled by the Taoist, she neither broke away from the Taoist's hand nor gave up moving toward the well. Instead, she let the Taoist pull her and kept moving forward, sliding on the spot stupidly and stubbornly.

"Fall again!"

The old man shouted, leaning on his cane.

After one pot is poured, another pot is poured.

The screams below did not last long before fading away, but flames rushed out from time to time, and white smoke continued to rise, condensing in the air and never dissipating, which was nauseating.

After several pots of molten iron were poured in, there was no movement at all.

At this time, the well was filled with high temperature and flames, and no one dared to approach even the mouth of the well.

The molten iron has not yet solidified and is still glowing red.

"died."

Song You let go of his child and said to the old man: "There is no need to waste molten iron anymore."

"brush!"

The girl was freed from restraints and without looking back, she rushed to the edge of the well in an instant, scratched the edge of the well, and looked down.

But only red light and flames could be seen, and the molten iron still flowing was like a blazing furnace. It would explode from time to time, splashing many stars, and heat would rise along with white smoke, and there would be bursts of stench.

She couldn't help but wonder, looking back at her Taoist priest.

I saw the Taoist waving his hand in the air.

"call……"

A breeze suddenly blew up in the courtyard, blowing away all the lingering white smoke and stench in the air.

"well……"

The old man sighed, seemingly exhausted.

"Little old man, I would like to thank Mr. Song, and also thank you for this offspring." The old man leaned on a cane and looked at the wailing women around him, "Let these women lie here and cry, anyway. They can't take care of their own sons either. Please come with the old man, change a place to rest, and let the old man say thank you properly."

With that said, he walked to the main room on crutches.

The scholar surnamed Xu quickly followed behind.

Xu's eldest son and second son are not as free and easy as their father. Among the three young men on the ground, two are their sons. At this time, they still have to stay. They should be given instructions, taken care of, and advised. The reward and the funeral arrangements that need to be prepared must start from tonight.

Song You also stopped where he was and looked at his children.

"..."

The girl finally came back, her eyes clear.

The cat's joys and sorrows were different from those of people. She didn't think anything of the three people. She only blamed the Taoist priest for holding her back, so she didn't see what the well looked like at that time.

But she couldn't blame the Taoist priest.

"Let's go."

Song You took her and followed the old man.

Oil lamps and candles were lit in the main room, and pear tea had been prepared. It was past midnight, but no one in the Xu Mansion was sleepy.