He was tightening a rope to a golden lotus lantern, swinging it overhead and aiming carefully before throwing it forcefully toward the hole above…,From the last few frames of his memory, it could be guessed that he had fallen into an uncovered well somewhere in the temple.,Soon, Ou Yang Rong climbed up halfway with rainwater on his head. At this time, he could reach out and touch the rock at the well mouth, and suddenly a familiar sandalwood scent wafted into his nose.。