Shen Ningning jumped in fright, immediately rushing out on the Black Wolf King.
The mad scholar had fallen into a dry well behind the village.
Before the drought, the well had been filled with gushing spring water.
Now, it was empty, and the earth at the bottom had dried out too.
"Teacher! Mad scholar!?" Shen Ningning cried out anxiously, leaning over the edge of the well.
It was pitch-black inside the well, and she couldn't see a thing.
Shen Ningning called for a long time before a faint reply came from below. "I'm here..."
The other villagers rushed over. Chen Ye, being agile, tied a rope around his waist and immediately rappelled down to rescue him.
Uncle Liu and the other brawny men pulled on the rope from above.
It took a great deal of effort, but they finally managed to pull the mad scholar out.
He had a long gash on his forehead, and his face was pale.
The moment he saw Shen Ningning, he asked, "Are you alright?"
