Underneath these forty-nine locations lie black, round ceramic jars, each containing a head. In their hollow sockets, eerie flames flicker, as if gazing at some unknown horror.
The jars and the dried wells seem to be connected by something, and the pervasive evil qi rises, swirling cold winds gathering above the dried well.
Inside the dried well, black smoke emanates from the jade box on the stone platform, writhing violently, emitting a spine-chilling hiss.
Suddenly, a piercing shriek cuts through the night sky, a powerful force erupts from within the dried well, mixing the surrounding sinister energy into a black vortex. A blurred black shadow slowly emerges in the vortex, gradually solidifying.
The shadow is twisted, surrounded by dense evil qi, suddenly awakening the surrounding residents from their slumber, a creeping dread crawling into their hearts.
