Chapter 3 Strange Porcelain Vase
It scared the hell out of me. I wondered, could it really be a corpse? Hurriedly stopped what he was doing and put his hands on his chest.
"What do you do?" There was a hint of displeasure in his eyes. It seems to be scolding me.
I pointed to my grandfather lying on the bed, and hurriedly said, "Don't you see it?" ”
"See, he didn't move. There's something under this house! My Lao Tzu's voice came out, and then his brows furrowed, as if he remembered something, he raised his head and looked at me and said, "Who is this room?" ”
I pointed at myself a little blankly.
"Damn old man!" He snorted.
Then a hand reached into the mat, and then there was a roll, and the old man's body was rolled up from the bed by him, and then placed on the table!
"What are you doing?" I was furious, looked at Lao Tzu in front of me and said, "Everyone is dead, shouldn't you respect it?" ”
"Dig!"
He didn't answer, but gave a simple order.
There was a flash of disgust in my eyes, and I didn't have a spare time since he came, and it made me feel very uncomfortable.
However, my intuition tells me that there is probably something unsightly under this bed.
I have been following my grandfather for so long, although my grandfather seems harmless to humans and animals, but I know a little bit about this old man's skills, and today's events are too weird, so I don't have time to think about it.
I found a shovel and dug up the ground under the bed in my room.
After digging not very deep, I found a round bottle mouth. The mouth of the bottle was tightly sealed with yellow mud.
At this time, I saw that his face was obviously hideous, and I took a step forward, snatched the shovel from my hand, and dug it up with all my might.
Not for long.
An antique-looking black porcelain vase appears there.
It is about one meter high, wide at the top, narrow in the middle, and rounded at the bottom. Maybe it's been buried for a long time, but it looks like an antique!
"Damn old man!"
Lao Tzu scolded fiercely, and then plucked the onion upside down, directly pulled the bottle out of the ground, and then placed it in the yard.
"What the hell is this?" I felt a little scared.
Because I smelled a foul smell, I could clearly perceive the whole bottle shaking slightly, but as I got closer, the shaking of the bottle stopped abruptly.
Lao Tzu gave me a blank look.
"I'm afraid that even if you are sold by him, you will still think of him!" He said hatefully, and then said: "This old thing is clever and boundless, he doesn't know where to collect a dirty thing from a porcelain bottle, but he can't control it, so with the help of your intolerable life, he presses this thing under your bed!" But it looks like you haven't been back for a long time, otherwise, this thing wouldn't be so arrogant. ”
"Woo......"
There was a chilling sound from the bottle.
And my Lao Tzu didn't say a word, he slapped the porcelain bottle hard, and said with a trace of displeasure on his face: "Don't cry wolf here, Lao Tzu's mood is bad enough!" ”
The bottle was much quieter.
This scene surprised me a little. Since he came back, what he has done has exceeded my imagination, I always thought that the old man's ability was not weak, but now it seems that the old man in front of me is stronger.
According to his words, the old man had no way to suppress this porcelain vase. He can only bury it under my bed and forcibly suppress it with the help of my life, and he is only a slap in the face to calm the porcelain vase.
Before I can think about it.
He casually picked up a piece of yellow paper from the ground, and then took out a jade seal from his arms, the jade seal was inlaid with gold edges, and a dragon plate was attached to the jade seal, as if it was about to rise in the air at any time.
It looks lifelike, the gold thread on it has been around the jade seal, it is integrated, as if it is a golden dragon coiled on a jade mountain, and even the gold thread is crowned in the jade seal, the gold thread is red, as if the blood of the golden dragon is winding and flowing, just looking at it makes my scalp a little numb.
He picked up the jade seal and gently stamped it on the yellow paper.
Then, he bit his index finger, used blood as ink, and waved his right hand rapidly, drawing on the yellow paper.
An ancient winding 'town' jumped on the yellow paper, coupled with the red seal, as if it was a natural power, making the whole yellow paper tremble.
Immediately after, without saying a word, his index and middle fingers twisted the yellow paper and poked suddenly.
The yellow paper and its two fingers headed towards the porcelain vase. In an instant, fingers and yellow paper passed through the porcelain vase, as if there was a cloud of air in front of them.
"Burn!"
Accompanied by his one-word proverb, a fire lit up!
The porcelain vase trembled violently, and he quickly withdrew his fingers, and I could see that at the sealing of the porcelain vase, bursts of yellow smoke kept coming out, which made my scalp tingle.
After a short time, the porcelain vase gradually quieted down.
"It'...... He's dead? I looked at the porcelain vase, swallowed a mouthful, and asked with some trepidation.
Daddy took a deep breath, frowned, and said after a while: "Not yet, there are some things in this, and it's not so easy for ordinary people to kill them, but this thing can't make any big waves for the time being, don't think about it so much, let's continue to paint the skin of the old thing!" ”
I had the heart to refute, but when I thought of what I had called the old man before, I could only sigh.
Sometimes, what is lost is precious.
Especially now, when I look at the cheap dad in front of me, my mind is even more complicated. I only knew that he was lost, until last night, when the old man's words completely woke me up, and before I could come to my senses, he had already appeared in front of me.
This series of blows is not a blow, but it is better than a blow.
It made me a little confused, and I didn't even know how to face the person in front of me, so I didn't even have a proper name.
So without saying much, he lowered his head and sorted out the old man's body.
The two of them worked for nearly an hour before they finished painting the skin of the entire face, and it looked lifelike, as if they were asleep.
The scene in front of me can't help but be a little sad.
And I peeked at him, and found that his face was more complicated, with resentment, blame, and helplessness, and his gaze did not stay on me for too long, as if I was just a dispensable stranger!
"Master Chen!"
At this time, Lao Cui hurried back.
There was eagerness in his voice, as if something had happened!
When I entered the house, I was stunned for a moment, and then I saw my Lao Tzu, and then the whole person stayed there, his body began to tremble slightly, and his voice trembled a little: "You, you are Brother Chen?" ”
"Cuizi!"
He answered, nodding slightly.
The two seem to be old acquaintances, but I don't know what kind of relationship there is.
Lao Cui looked extremely excited, nodded hurriedly, looked at him and said, "It's good to come back, it's good to come back, the Chen family finally has a backbone......"
"You misunderstood, I was just passing by, I heard that the old thing died, and I came here to fulfill my responsibility as a son!" There was a sense of indifference in his voice, as if he didn't think of it as home.
There was some sadness in my heart, but there was also some relief.
It dawned on me that if he decided to stay, I really didn't know what attitude I should take to face him.
Perhaps for him, my birth was a mistake.
That's probably why he hasn't looked at me or said a word to me since he came back. We all need some time......
Right now.
"Nourishing ......"
A cracking sound was heard.
I subconsciously looked in the direction of the porcelain vase, but found that there were cracks on the porcelain vase along the center of the porcelain vase, spreading to both sides.
More and more, and more and more dense!
The entire vase could shatter at any moment.
"Oops!" A hint of shock flashed in Daddy's eyes, and he hurriedly stepped forward. A hand slammed into the porcelain vase: "All out!" ”