Deep in the mountains and isolated villages, Amu finally saw people in the vast mountains, but he also encountered strange things!

There is a shortage of water in the village, ordinary rainwater and well water are not drinkable, so you can only go to an ancient well in the back mountain to dig it, and there is only water for seven days after the full moon every month.

This is also forgotten, but a bucket of water weighs more than 1,000 catties, and Amu has never heard of it.

"It's not easy to live in a lonely village in the mountains!" Old Man Mu sighed with a long sigh as he leaned on his crutches.

"How can a bucket of water be so heavy?" Amu was puzzled, and then walked to the side of the large water tank and lifted the wooden lid to take a look. A tank full of well water, full of seven or eight buckets, was clear to the bottom by the faint light coming from the wooden house, and there was no abnormality in the slightest.

"Don't you see anything unusual in this water?" said Amu.

"Yes!" said the old man Mu shook his head, "It's no different, and the livestock are basically the same." But we can only drink the water from this well! Let's go! Little brother, let's go into the house and drink! Before midnight, Huzi will definitely be able to get enough water, don't worry!"

Amu frowned, always feeling that this thing was quite strange.

"Uncle Mu, do you still have a barrel here?" asked Amu.

"Uh, yes, yes, but ......" Mr. Mu seemed to guess Amu's thoughts.

"Well, it's good if there is, I'll go and help Brother Huzi and try two buckets!" Amu said with a smile.

"A bucket of more than 1,000 catties!" Old Man Mu waved his hand, "You can't do it! Huzi, but you are born with divine power!"

Amu is dressed in green clothes, and he is only eighteen or nineteen years old, although he looks tall and sturdy, but he is still a big gap compared to the figure of the tiger man. How could Uncle Mu believe that Amu had such strength?

"A small village in the mountains, stay for one night, a few glasses of water and wine! The little brother doesn't have to mind, and he doesn't need to make that effort. "Uncle Mu estimates that Amu lives here, and I'm embarrassed.

"Hey, hey, I'm curious, I'm going to see it! ”

At this time, Amu had already discovered that there were really two wooden barrels under the eaves. He didn't need to be flattened, he just carried one in one hand.

"Uncle Mu, how do you get there?"

"Just follow this path, just walk. However, the mountain road is not good, if you must go, I will call you someone to lead the way!"

"No need, just go and go back!" Amu said and walked out of the courtyard directly.

"Alas!" Old Man Mu shook his head and sighed with a cane, "Young man, even if you have some enthusiasm!

Of course, if you can really help Huzi get back water, it's also a good thing. Uncle Mu didn't shout at Amu to come back, and went back to the house directly.

Besides, Amu came out of the small courtyard, it was already dark at this time, and the moon had not yet risen, but Amu's eyesight was still several times stronger than that of ordinary people.

Along the mountain road, Amu carried two empty buckets, quickened his pace, and went straight to the back mountain.

The seven-mile mountain road is nothing to Amu's deliberately accelerated pace.

Originally, Amu thought that he would most likely catch up with the tiger man after his feet, but he didn't expect to walk out of the five-mile road, and the tiger man didn't even have a shadow.

"That tiger can stir up two thousand catties of water, and this pace is not slower than his own, and it doesn't seem to be an ordinary character!" Amu pondered in his heart.

Although he himself has no mana, he should never be said to be a pure mortal. From this inference, the tiger man is also a strange man in the mountains.

The moon bend appeared, and Amu walked for a while, and he already saw a dark shadow in the distance. The black shadow stood in a clearing surrounded by ancient trees, and it was the tiger man.

"Brother Huzi!" Amu called, took a few steps forward, and came to the front.

"Huh?" the tiger shook his head and looked at Amu, and said in a daze, "You don't drink well, why are you here?"

"Help, hehe!" Amu laughed, putting the two barrels down.

At this time, Amu saw that there was an ancient well in front of him. The wellhead of the ancient well is not big, round, about two feet in diameter, and the well body is more than one foot high with bluestone.

There was no reel on the well, only a chain that was not thick or fine and rusty and mottled extended from the bluestone, I don't know how many years.

The entire ancient well is full of vicissitudes. Under the faint moonlight, there was actually a faint mist, emanating from the ancient well, looking a little blurry.

"Brother Huzi, how old is this well?" Amu frowned.

"Who knows, if you are young!" Huzi didn't seem to have the heart to say to Amudo, look at the moonlight, it is estimated that he can go at most once, and he couldn't help but sigh, he is a little lazy today, it seems that he will have a tight draft this month.

Huzi didn't expect Amu to help, and it wasn't that no one had tried before, but except for himself and his dead father, there was really no one who could fetch water from this well, let alone carry it back to the village.

Huzi lifted the chain, and the sound came far away in the night, which was somewhat frightening.

Huzi didn't care, and in a few moments he pulled the chain up, then unhooked the double hook from his waist, hung up the wooden barrel, and threw it directly into the well.

Amu leaned over and looked into the well, which was extremely deep, five or six feet long. A pool of clear water, reflecting the crescent moon, is nothing special.

Huzi's method of throwing the bucket is peculiar, although the mouth of the well is not wide, but after the barrel goes down, it actually tilts directly and does not enter the water. As soon as Huzi shook his wrist, he was filled with a bucket of water.

Huzi held the iron chain, exchanged his hands with each other, his cheeks tightened, the iron chain was straight, and the bucket of water slowly came up.

Amu can see clearly, although Huzi can bring up this water, but it is not easy, it is estimated that he may have been busy for a day, and now he is also a little tired.

"Huh-" When the bucket of water arrived at the mouth of the well, Huzi competed and raised the wellhead, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hey! It's really competitive!" Huzi touched a handful of sweat, and was not afraid of Amu's jokes, and smiled, "I'm really tired!"

Amu nodded and said with a smile: "Brother Huzi, you take a break, I'll come!"

"Are you okay?" Huzi looked at Amu, really not convinced.

Amu looks stronger than ordinary people, but he knows the weight of that bucket of water best. If he wasn't born with a different talent and divine power, he would never be able to carry that bucket full of water, and the ordinary men in the village wouldn't even think about it.

"It's all here, you have to try!" Amu smiled, and didn't finish his words.

"It's okay! No, I can carry it!" Huzi smiled innocently, and directly unloaded the hook and handed it to Amu. In his heart, he really hoped that Amu could carry it, so that he could rest for a while.

"Try it!" Amu took the hook and hung the barrel directly.

"I'll throw the bucket away, that's a jishu job!" Huzi said with a smile.

"It's okay!" Amu said, with a flick of his left wrist, the bucket falling directly down the well.

Just now, Amu had already seen how the tiger was thrown, and this time it went down, it was not bad at all.

"Knock-" The bucket fell into the well with a muffled sound, and then sank directly into the water at an angle.

"Hmm, amazing!" Dahan Huzi looked at it, his eyes lit up, and he secretly said that there was a play.

Amu's methods were almost as sophisticated as his own, which surprised him. You must know that you learned it after practicing with your father for a long time.

In fact, although Amu has no mana, he used to be a soul-level demon cultivator, and he just glanced at Huzi's technique and already knew it in his chest.

Amu's eyesight is still there, and his immortal bone demon body is also there, if such a bucket of water can't be filled, then it really should be cleaned up.

The bucket is full, and Zaijian Amu raises it with one arm!

"Huh?" Amu's face suddenly changed slightly.

"Alas!" Huzi looked at it, thinking that Amu knew that the water was heavy and couldn't carry it, so he was immediately deflated.

"Hehe, it's okay, I'll come!" Although Huzi was disappointed, he didn't say anything, after all, not everyone can carry it, and when he came over, he had to take the chain in Amu's hand.

"Oh!" Amu smiled, "Brother Huzi, it's not heavy. It's okay, I'll come!"

In fact, Fang Amu's face changed because he felt that he was carrying the bucket at the moment. Someone seemed to have tugged at the bucket underneath, and a strange force attached to it.

In an instant, the bucket weighed more than a thousand pounds.

However, that liliang is extremely peculiar, it is by no means the power of an ordinary monk, but that kind of liliang makes Amu feel familiar.

There's something weird about this well!

Amu thought in his heart, and exerted force with one arm.

"Up!"

Amu didn't alternate his hands like Huzi at all, but with a wave of one hand, he directly threw the chain and bucket out of the well.

The mottled iron chain with the barrel turned into an arc in mid-air.

"Ahh

The barrel was still in the void, and as soon as the chain in Amu's hand shook, the hook fell off directly.

And the wooden barrel fell straight from the void, and Amu took it with one hand. More than 1,000 catties of water buckets fell into Amu's hands, as light as a feather, and not a drop was spilled

And the big man Huzi next to him was stupid and looked at Amu in a daze.