As soon as I entered the office, I felt a chill in my heart. Of course, this feels like it's because of the yin energy in the office.

Because of the stark contrast between the atmosphere of the six villages of workers and peasants, I found that the yin qi in the office was also cold, but it was different from the yin qi in the community. I can't say the specific difference, but it feels absolutely different to me. The yin qi in the community always makes me feel sticky and uncomfortable, like the sewage. In the office, if the door does not appear and does not give me a chill, it is simply cold, like entering a place where there is no light all year round, and the temperature is naturally several degrees lower than other places.

I took a deep breath and stepped into the office.

The room was dimly lit, there was definitely no one sitting on the sofa, and I didn't see anyone on the side of the filing cabinet.

I called out "Ye Qing", and I heard the voice myself, but I wasn't sure if Ye Qing could hear it.

I guess I can. If I couldn't hear me at all, I knocked on the door and it wouldn't have been opened.

I turned my head to look at the open door, but I didn't see a figure next to it.

After thinking about it, I walked in anyway.

Squeak click!

The sound of the door closing was clear, different from the weird door of the polypenny.

Although the door closed automatically, and the sound was definitely not friendly in the silence, it made me relax when I heard it.

I looked at the door again, but I didn't see any figure, and called Ye Qing's name, but no one answered.

I walked around the office to make sure that there was a painting hanging at the end of the hallway, not a door, so I shouted "Ye Qing" twice more with confidence and boldness, but still did not get any response.

This made me anxious.

I walked around the office and saw two open doors in the hallway, gritted my teeth, chose a random door to enter, and reached out to open the box next to the door.

If Ye Qing is here, he will definitely stop me, but no one will knock my hand off. I thought that it was impossible for my hand to touch the box, but I didn't expect my hand to pass directly through the lid of the top box and the second cardboard box, and directly touch the contents of the box. I'm still very familiar with that feel.

I tried to remove the upper box, but my hand kept going through it, and I couldn't feel anything in it. The position was so awkward that I had to reach into the second cardboard box from the side and fumble for it. I withdrew my hand, and a small basin appeared in my non-existent hand. It was as if it was floating in the air.

The rim of the basin is very wide, and the sections on it are carved with moire. There is a pattern carved on the outside of the basin, which I didn't touch before, but now I see it, and I recognize that the carving on it is actually a long scroll, with a scrawny old man, a child in rags, a man with a missing arm and a broken leg, a woman in bed, a man with a gold ingot, and the last figure seems to be an official in the court, but the background behind him is a picture of a purgatory ghost. I'm guessing it's Hades. All the characters are beautifully carved and lifelike, so that even people like me who don't know art can recognize their characteristics. Each figure has a white face, blue eyes, and red lips, but this color, unlike the amazing carving, is very rough, as if it was casually painted with paint.

I subconsciously reached out to rub it, but I didn't expect to wipe the paint off it.

As soon as I wiped it down, it was dark in front of my eyes, and I heard the sound of young people frolicking.

"Mo Saburo, aren't you afraid of being beaten by your father?"

"Humph! He just beat me up two days ago. Isn't she just a little girl? I want to take the house, that's to lift her! ”

"I'm afraid this cornucopia is the treasure of the previous dynasty, and it's too bad for you to do this. Why don't you just give it to me? ”

The darkness cleared, and I saw the cornucopia in front of me, with a brush scribbling on it.

"You son of a!"

Angry shouts exploded. The cornucopia falls to the ground.

I followed the cornucopia and saw a cloud of fresh air flowing out of the cornucopia like a liquid. The cornucopia rolled around, revealing a gap. The color inside the notch is a little different from the color on the outside, it is more golden and brighter.

The people in the room argued, and kicked one foot into the cornucopia, and the cornucopia rolled under the bogu shelf and into the shadows. The shadow magnified right before my eyes, engulfing the cornucopia and consuming my consciousness. The accented voice of the screaming "Son of Evil" was gone, as if it had been swallowed up by the shadows.

I felt a cold touch in my fingers.

When I came back to consciousness, I found that I was still in the office, holding a cornucopia in my hand that I couldn't even see.

The paint had been wiped off, but my unconscious repetition not only wiped the paint off, but also the face.

I stopped my movements in shock, and when I removed my fingers, I found that the man holding the ingots had lost his deep facial features, and that small area was shiny, not a dull copper color, but a bright copper color.

My heart beat faster, I swallowed, my fingers continued to wipe, and the uneven carving was easily erased, even the edge of the cornucopia was erased.

The cornucopia became a bowl......

I was experiencing symptoms of auditory hallucinations. Sanskrit sounds in the ears, the monks chant in unison, and the smell of incense and candles comes out of the bowl.

"Eldest son, this is the old lady who wants to pass it on to you before she dies. Even if you have escaped into the empty door, you are still the heir of the Mo family in the end...... Mojia ...... The eldest prince ......" choked up his voice became chopped.

A sigh.

There was the sound of iron forging, and the sound of metal scraping.

It was as if I saw the long scroll being completed.

The tactile sensations under the hands changed again, and those illusions disappeared.

My hand felt empty, and at first glance, the bright copper color had been erased, and a gap appeared. The edge of the notch is obviously divided into three layers, the outer two layers are copper of different colors, which are wrapped in the innermost and thickest layer, which is pottery.

While!

The sound of the copper plate falling into the broken bowl gradually became clear. The background sound is very noisy, as if you are in a busy city. But the accents were even stronger, and I couldn't understand what they were saying at all.

The sound was gone, and the copper plate swayed inside the broken bowl. A dirty hand held the broken bowl, and the broken bowl was not only shaking, but also shaking.

"Cripple Fang, how much money did you get today?"

This shout was a language I could understand, but after careful distinction, I found that it was not that I understood the dialect, but that I directly "realized" the meaning of this sentence. It's like dreaming about something, not necessarily having specific words and words, but knowing those meanings.

After that round, there was no sound.

The stone road turned into a dirt road, and the dirt road became potholes. The background of the broken bowl ends up with a white cloth. The white cloth was lifted, revealing the corpse below. A knife cut through the clothes and flesh, and the broken bowl was stuffed inside.

"I've finally caught a rich man." The sound of swearing and swearing drilled into my mind, and at the same time, there was a chilling feeling in my mind, like the door in the Aoba Spiritual Office.

I felt as if I had been poked with a needle, and my fingers trembled, and I scratched from the heart of the pottery to the outer layer of copper.

It was like pulling the progress bar, and the hallucinations I saw changed rapidly.

I have captured a lot of things, such as a man lying on the ground with copper coins on his face, monks chanting sutras in front of broken bowls, broken bowls being put into copper water, monks using bowls to make fate, and men offering cornucopias......

I exhaled, and as soon as I raised my hand, the hallucinations were gone.

The copper basin in his hand is slowly fading, as if it has undergone some strange erosion, and finally disappears.