Tomorrow can't be as old as today!Be cautious, be cautious, be cautious," Wenji repeated in his mind.

After the death of his parents, he has been living in other places, so he simply listed his family's old house for rent online.

In the morning, a buyer called and said he wanted to rent the house.

In the afternoon, Wen Ji hurried back, wanting to clean up the house in advance.

Not only can you make a good impression on others, but you may be able to charge a few hundred yuan more in rent.

While tidying up the room, I rummaged through the decades-old cabinet to the family's 'heirloom', a small bronze clock in very old condition.

The bell should be made of bronze.

Narrow at the top, buckled down in the shape of a goblet;

It is wide at the bottom and turned outward in the shape of a bowl. There are patches of rust on the surface.

Seeing this old object that was constantly talked about by his parents, Wen Ji couldn't help but take it in his hand and play with it, but he was accidentally cut a three-centimeter-long hole in his palm.

Seeing the mottled rust on the little bell, Wen Ji didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly went to the hospital to check it. When the doctor heard about the rust on the clock, he advised him to get a tetanus shot.

Get!

In order not to threaten his own life, even if he has to take out more money, Wen Ji had to take out five pieces of Grandpa Mao from his pocket, which was not very wealthy, and handed them to the hospital.

After treating the wound, it was already dark when I returned home. At this time, he found that the culprit who had just cut himself was gone.

That's a 'family heirloom' in my own home!

Before his parents died, he cared most about the little clock, which according to his father had been passed down in the old Wen family for more than 500 years.

Wen Ji was a little scoffed at his father's statement, and told me that it had been passed down for five hundred years after the Qing Dynasty died.

But with a fluke mentality, Wen Ji still asked a friend who knew how to do it, thinking that this is a valuable old antique, can't he get rich overnight?

But reality has taught Wenji a lesson again.

Knowledgeable friends will say at a glance that this thing is either a million-year-old object, or a person's work leave. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so oxidized

The friend said it so bluntly, Wen Ji didn't chase it anymore. There were no humans for millions of years? Where did the little clock come from?

Although I told my parents this, my parents never believed me. When he was dying, he deliberately warned himself that he must be optimistic about this 'heirloom' and pass it on.

Alas, it's fate! If you lose it, you lose it!

I'm almost thirty years old, but I'm still not accomplishing anything. I don't even have a girlfriend, maybe I'll be lonely and old age, who do you want this 'heirloom' to pass on?

He sighed a little disappointed, washed up for a while, and then fell asleep.

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In the middle of the night, in the quiet room, only the sound of the clock hands clicked.

There was still a slight smile on the corner of Wen Ji's mouth while he was asleep, and a few drops of crystal saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth. It's like dreaming that you're eating a big meal.

The white moonlight reflected in the house from the window, bringing a few soft white rays.

The moment the white light hit Wen Ji's left hand, his forehead tightened, and the more the moonlight shone on his arm, his brow tightened.

It's as if the soul is being stripped away from the body little by little.

Wen Ji's forehead began to sweat, and his legs subconsciously kicked the quilt covering his body to make himself cooler.

The night temperature in May is not high, and you can even feel the coolness.

But Wen Ji's series of physical conditions seem a little weird.

As the moonlight shone through the window on Wenji's wounds, Wenji's breathing became more and more rapid, and the crystal sweat could not stop sliding down his forehead, soaking his dark and thick hair, and also wetting the soft pillow. Wen Ji's face was hideous, and his pale face did not improve in the slightest.

In the darkness of the night, no one was aware of any of this.

Kiss!

His body seemed to have reached a zero point, and a deep black film appeared on his body. Even the moonlight shining through the window was mercilessly swallowed up by this deep film.

The deep black film kept swallowing the moonlight shining through the window, as if instinctive and as if it was accumulating some unknown energy.

Wen Ji seemed to be getting better at this moment, although he couldn't see his face through the strange black film, but he could hear that his originally tight breathing had stabilized at this time.

The black film continued to absorb the moonlight, knowing that the white moonlight disappeared from the room again.

It began to glow with a pale blue glow mixed with a white glow.

Two rays of light were released and swirled around Wenji in a haphazard manner.

Unlike the mild moonlight, the two types of light mixed together appear very domineering. Even when you close your eyes, you can feel the constant red light and shadow in front of you.

Strange to say, although the interior was very bright with these two lights, it was still pitch black when you looked out the window.

Gradually, the chaotic light gradually formed a shape.

Narrow at the top and wide at the bottom

The top is flat at the bottom of the bowl, and the bottom is turned outward with the mouth of the bowl.

It was in the shape of a 'family heirloom' in the afternoon, but at this moment this heirloom looked very fantastical, and it didn't look like a shabby old antique at all.

The release of energy reached its peak, and the fantasy 'heirloom' composed of two kinds of light suddenly contracted.

In the process of contraction, there was an indescribable speed that transformed the blinding light into a deep black.

The deep black color disappeared from the room so abruptly, and even Wen Ji on the bed was nowhere to be seen.

Apparently taken somewhere by his 'heirloom'.

Aside from sweat-soaked sheets and pillows, there was no evidence of his existence in this room.