On a summer night when the moon and stars are scarce, the boring end of the ignorance walks alone in the remote alleys.

The street lamp on the corner swayed in the wind, pulling the shadows of the end to the left and right.

Deep in the alley there is a stone staircase up the hill, which is not steep, but it also has the feeling of a ladder.

Mowuwen's friend lives halfway up the mountain, and although there are a few ancient tombs scattered there, they have been playing there since they were young, and they don't feel the slightest sense of fear, and they are used to the smell of disinfectant wafting from the nearby hospital.

Walking and walking to a friend's house, Mo Wuwen saw from a distance that an old man with a gray beard and gray clothes sat on the stone steps under the pear tree in the courtyard in front of his house, meditating alone in the moonlight.

"Who?" Mo Wuwen muttered and walked forward, and when he looked up again, the stone steps were empty.

"Could it be that I'm dazzled, is it the Moon Shadow?" Mo Wuwen began to doubt his eyes, but he still walked forward, at this moment. Suddenly, a hand dropped lightly on his shoulder.

Mo Wuwen turned around, and vaguely saw a gray shadow flashing, but he couldn't see any figure.

What would be the situation......

I couldn't help but feel an inexplicable horror in my heart, and at the same time, Mo Wuwen felt that something was squirming on the instep of his foot, so frightened that he kicked out, and when he looked, it turned out that the gray towel hanging outside the wall wiped his shoulders and fell to the ground.

A false alarm.

On the way home, there was a strange stare at him at the end of the stone steps.

So Mo Wuwen involuntarily moved his steps, and the closer he got closer, the stronger this feeling became.

As I walked, I accidentally alarmed the crickets that were hiding in the weeds and rocks to spread their wings and flutter up, and stayed on a piece of light gray and green porcelain and chirped and trembled.

Mo Wuwen picked up the porcelain piece and took advantage of the moonlight, and the blurred pattern passed out the traces of old age, could it be a treasure?

"If I get rich, should I travel all over the world or all over the country." Full of expectations, he had to ask He Tiankun for questioning.

The antique shop is not far from the street, and the owner, He Tiankun, is an antique expert.

"This is just an ordinary celadon enamel soul bottle, which is a popular folk burial utensil, and has no collection value, let alone fragments?" The pundits so bluntly sank the unheard of sailing ship.

Mo Wuwen went home and threw the porcelain pieces everywhere, took a bath and went to sleep. In a daze, it seems that last night's man in gray appeared in front of him...

Ah, the feeling of panic woke him up, whether it was a dream or reality, and he couldn't perceive the truth or falsehood.

In the dark night, only the porcelain piece looked at him quietly and coldly with a faint blue light, this look pierced into the heart of Mo Wuwen like a wooden vertebrae, and his hands began to tremble involuntarily, trembling and getting up to turn on the light.

Everything was normal, and the porcelain tiles seemed to be sleeping peacefully in the light.

At dawn, Mo Wuwen decided to throw away the porcelain pieces, and he came to the flood control embankment as he liked to run in the morning, and there were already many people exercising in the morning, and almost all of them were attacking white clothes, fluttering in the wind.

Inexplicable irritability pushed Mo Wuwen to hurry to the riverbank, and it might be a good idea to throw the porcelain pieces into the river.

He put his hand in his pocket, but found that the porcelain piece was nowhere to be seen.

Is it lost on the road? He followed the road he came, looking for it as he walked, and there was nothing, anyway, it was worthless things, and he lost them.

Tired, he went upstairs and opened the door and entered the room: Ahhh He seemed to sense the strange atmosphere again.

"Obviously I remember stuffing it into my pocket, how could it be on the table, ouch, I didn't sleep well and I was so confused."

"What a ghost legend, what a ghostly demon, only the heron eagle is singing in the gloom......" The mobile phone ringed.

"Wuwen, I'm He Tiankun, you give me the porcelain piece to see again."

"Then I'll go to your store at night?"

"Hurry up, someone wants to see if it's worth some money now."

When he walked to the elevator, he found a sign hanging up: Temporary maintenance.

Hey, I can only take the stairs, walk in the quiet corridor, and when I turn the corner, I always feel that I hear a voice of ticking, ticking and answering, looking around, but there is nothing.

Walking two or three floors was still like this, which made him a little flustered.

At this moment, I heard the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, and slowly went up from the bottom. Emma, a woman with long hair flowing in white, smiled gracefully when she passed by, making him forget his panic for a while, women are the most beautiful scenery in life.

Walking in the bustling crowd, all you see is flowing sweat.

When crossing the zebra crossing, there were no traffic lights at the intersection, so he looked at the car and walked over.

But he saw a dark gray sedan speeding from nowhere, rushing straight towards him.

In a panic, he turned his head, the driver's contorted and spasmodic face was as close as a mirror, and it was too late to be afraid.

"Ahh When the instinctive reaction just exhaled, there was a force that forced him back to the pavement.

With a bang, the porcelain piece that fell out of the pocket fell to the ground, not broken, but lying silently, reflecting colorful waves in the sun.

"Damn, beast with no eyes, I'm going to curse you to get into a car accident right away." However, at a glance, there was not a single car or person in sight on the straight and straight avenue.

"How could it be, there were a lot of people just now." He shook his head, unable to believe his eyes.

He closed his eyes and tried to open them again, smiling bitterly, "It turned out that I was scared and dizzy, isn't there all the people on this street." ”

The antique shop is at the mouth of the alley, and it is not biased.

"What about people?"

"She has something to do temporarily, she can't come, let me take another look."

He Tiankun took the porcelain piece and observed it carefully, and asked gently, "Where did this thing come from?" ”

"Ancestral."

"Ancestral, this dirt hasn't dried yet, what do you say?"

"It's really ancestral."

"If you don't say it, don't say it, I'll look at the things, how much do you sell them."

"How much is it worth?"

"How much can a broken porcelain piece be worth, the soul bottle is divided into three worlds from top to bottom, but the unicorn pattern of this porcelain piece is inverted, maybe it is the wrong product, or you leave the porcelain piece, and I will call you when she sees it."

"Then when she comes, I'll come again." Mo Wuwen went home with the porcelain piece and thought, "Maybe it's valuable, the old fox wants to deceive me, but there is no door." ”

As night fell, he lay on the bed and held the porcelain piece, "What the hell is the origin of this thing?" ”

Suddenly, he saw a whirlpool on the ceiling from the map, and a gray shadow quickly turned out and rushed towards him from the ceiling.

As soon as he looked up, his sharp, hooked nails almost touched his face, his gray eyes stared at him with dark brown and scarlet tears, and the wolf's fangs approached him with a rotten and stinking breath, whirring and panting.

He was so frightened that his instinctive reaction was to throw out the porcelain shard, and watch the wisps of air flutter away like a puppet.