As Zhang Chen walked out of the courtyard, he understood why the servants were in an uproar: the water drawn by them was shockingly red as blood, reeking with a nauseating stench.
"Master, there's blood flowing in the well!" A servant rushed forward to inform Zhang Chen upon seeing him come out.
"Blood in the well?" Zhang Chen paused in disbelief — how could there be blood flowing from the well?
He quickly walked forward, witnessing a group of servants surrounding the well's bucket with cries of astonishment. Before he even approached, the overwhelming stench, belonging to decayed blood, filled his senses.
"Make way, the master is here!" The Steward shouted, and immediately the servants dispersed, standing respectfully at the side.
The Steward bowed respectfully and approached, "Master, the water in the well has suddenly turned to blood; we might have attracted something ominous. I implore you to decide the next step."
