Chapter 101: The Dragon-Sealing Well

The master shook his head and said, “No, what happened later was during the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War. The Japanese soldiers entered Beijing and patrolled near Beixin Bridge. When they saw this well, they suspected that the Eighth Route Army was hiding inside. So, the patrol leader ordered the iron chain extending into the well to be cut. However, the chain was incredibly strong. Despite their utmost efforts, the Japanese patrol couldn’t sever it. Then, one of the Japanese soldiers suggested pulling the chain out. So, a group of them began to pull, but the chain seemed endless. They pulled for several days, and the chain piled up into a small mountain. At that moment, the Japanese soldiers were stunned. From the depths of the well came the sound of a roaring tsunami, accompanied by a heavy stench of blood—terrifying beyond words. The Japanese were so frightened that they hurriedly put the chain back down.”

I listened intently, nodding, and asked, “So what happened in the end? What exactly is in there? And could the chain really be that long?”

I still harbored some doubts about the master’s story. He had just said the Japanese pulled on the chain for days, and it piled into a small mountain. That sounded a bit exaggerated. I remained skeptical.

The master looked at me and continued, “I don’t know the exact length of this chain; I only heard from some elderly people living in Beijing that it was extraordinarily long. Eventually, the Japanese were defeated. After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the Red Guards also tried to pull this chain. During the Cultural Revolution, under the banner of smashing the ‘Four Olds’ and sweeping away all demons and monsters, the Red Guards came to Beixin Bridge. It is said many people witnessed this in person. The Red Guards pulled on the chain, dragging two Liberation trucks, yet the chain still showed no end. At that moment, the well stirred again. The terrifying howling echoed once more, like the sound of a water pipe under extreme pressure, accompanied by a rumbling thunder from the well’s depths. The Red Guards refused to believe in superstition and kept pulling. Soon, the water inside the well began to churn and sprayed out like boiling water—still bearing that heavy, bloody stench. None of the onlookers dared to stop the Red Guards; they could only say it was their own misfortune. Eventually, the Red Guards became frightened and reported to their superiors. However, the water sprayed even more fiercely and could not be stopped. The Red Guards, terrified, frantically lowered the chain back into the well, and only then did the water calm down.”

“Master, have you ever witnessed such a scene?” I asked, puzzled.

He shook his head, then nodded slightly. I looked at him in confusion, and he finally said, “You could say I have, but the commotion wasn’t as intense as the stories.”

I nodded, then suddenly heard an elderly voice behind us say, “Young men, what are you doing here?”

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