Candle Dragon Scroll Seven

When I was six years old, I fell into a river and my uncle saved me. That day he stood on the shore, his face frighteningly white. Twenty-two years later, he led the team into the depths of the Qinling Mountains and all members disappeared. All I was left with was a bronze fragment engraved with a candle dragon. I followed the clues into the mountain and saw my name on the wall of an ancient well - the mark was very new, as if it had just been carved not long ago. But I've never been there. Later I learned that the men in the Xu family would not live past thirty-five. And there is a "me" under that well, who has been waiting for me for twenty-two years. It's waiting. Wait until I get down. Or wait for it to come up.