The timeline goes back fifteen minutes.
Plop——
A crisp splash is heard, as a figure suddenly drops from the void.
A moment later.
"Puh ha——"
Xu Yun lifts his head from the water, spitting out a mouthful of clear, cold water.
After several breaths, he starts to assess the situation around him.
Alright, not much to take in—he's currently at the bottom of a well over one meter wide, thirteen or fourteen meters deep, the exit visible with a hint of light overhead.
The original depth of the well water was about eighty centimeters. After someone falls in, the height has risen by about five centimeters, just above Xu Yun's waist. There's a wooden bucket hanging near his neck.
Feeling the dampness below, Xu Yun briefly checks his body, slightly furrowing his brow:
The phone still didn't travel with him, so there's no worry about water damage.
But the compressed biscuits he's carrying are soaked, showing signs of swelling, likely unsuitable for long-term storage.
