It was cold to the touch, and then a burning heat spread from the touch.

Bai Su lowered his eyes and glanced down, looking at the box in his hand.

The metal box was rusty, and a few pieces of torn white paper were still clinging to it, swaying with the air current.

It felt like the wind was getting stronger, and the pieces of paper were about to be blown off.

Humanity was shocked in front of him.

After the box floated out, the man in front of Bai Su threw away the red cloth used for covering, and his two hands with black gloves were exposed in front of him.

"Don't ...... Don't move. Zhang Yeran raised his vigilance, "Take it easy, don't think about anything, don't believe whatever you hear." ”

"Is someone talking to you in your ears or in your head right now? That's fake, it's all about seducing you......"

The human mouth opened and closed, and all he said was the words that calmed Bai Su.

However, he did not hear a single human voice.

He couldn't hear the sound of the Tangram game hall, and he couldn't hear the voice of the wooden Buddha.

Of course, he couldn't hear the sound of the unknown object in the box.

This does not prevent Bai Su from hearing what humans are saying and doing something based on the speculation of human words.

For example, opening the box.

The iron box did not have a lock, and the original function of the lock was that several strips of paper had been torn off, and the lid of the box was removed with a slight lift.

The inside of the box was covered with a layer of cloth, and the white cloth had yellowed over time and stained with black-gray mold spots, and a bronze ...... was placed in the center of the cloth The hilt of the sword?

In terms of style, it seems to be the hilt of the sword, only the top half is still preserved in the box, and the blade of the sword is broken from the top, and the cracks that should have been sharp have been smoothed over the years.

"Don't take it, don't move!"

Zhang Yeran pounced forward but didn't stop anyone, Bai Su took a step back, and the other party hit the door.

The door shook twice and closed slightly, but it didn't close completely.

At least Zhang Yeran could still see Bai Su's movements when he stood there.

When humans say don't take it, they mean it.

Bai Su resolutely stretched out his hand and scooped up the hilt of the sword in the box.

The bronze hilt was red, and the trembling blade seemed to be trying to express something.

The human race also retreated in the opposite direction the moment Bai Su picked up the hilt of the sword, and was not in a hurry to grab something, turning into an appearance like a great enemy.

Zhang Yeran took it out of his pocket and began to shake people.

"Everyone's good, the first floor, rescue, salvage!"

The human repeated the chilling words, and Bai Su glanced out, and his feet were half a step back.

The buzzing of the sword in his hand continued, the amplitude intensified, and the vibration became more and more obvious, and the desire to express something became more urgent.

Any ordinary human might have been immersed in the red light of the bronze hilt by now, and was confused by the words spoken by the bronze hilt.

However, the bronze hilt was facing the white sword.

The humans were still shouting outside, and the half-open door obscured half of the view, if only the angle was a little more off......

Bai Su turned inward sixty degrees and clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand hard.

The bronze hilt seemed to realize that things were not going as it had hoped, and the humans holding it were somehow not bewitched by it, which provoked the bronze hilt to escape from the humans.

It's going to find the next person, and it must be able to-

Then there was a bone-chilling pain, and the force that almost shattered was applied to the bronze hilt, and the rusty iron on the outermost part could almost be heard clattering.

And then, and then—

The sound of human footsteps came from outside the door, and many people ran over with heavy steps, and Zhang Yeran was still shouting "this way, this way".

Zhang Yeran was full of vigilance, and in the face of his half-armed companions, he didn't care about pretending in front of the "outsiders" in his eyes, and spoke quickly about the information on the hilt of the bronze sword.

"I pretended to be a collector and bought it from the descendants of a tomb robber, and before I bought it, it seems that the previous owner had done a lot of experiments and bad things, and the breath was already a little wrong, and I killed two people one after another, and the current owner was in a hurry to get rid of it."

"I was going to sell it abroad, but I stopped me, and I spent a lot of money in order to bid with other sellers...... Ahem, anyway, this thing can confuse the mind of the person who touches it, be careful not to let the hilt of the sword come into direct contact. ”

"People who are bewitched will have the desire to kill, be careful, the black-haired kid inside, I remember the surname Bai, right? I've already opened the box and taken the hilt of the sword......"

"Wait." The bespectacled one of the observers raised his hand, "Surname Bai?" ”

Zhang Yeran was interrupted, a little impatient: "Yes, the surname is Bai, it's an old acquaintance of yours, he has already been tricked, hurry up-"

"No, don't be so nervous." Donno rubbed his forehead with a headache, "If it's that person, it shouldn't matter, I forgot to tell people that there are still people in this room." ”

A big question mark popped up on Zhang Yeran's head, and he watched Tang Nuo wave most of the people back, leaving only three or four people to deal with the accident.

Zhang Yeran: "Hey, hey, is this person too little, I haven't finished talking about it just now, and at the same time, the strength will be strengthened while there is a desire to kill, and it is difficult to deal with it......"

The human was still chattering outside the door, and Bai Su was half-listening and half-thinking inside the door, and his hand squeezed the hilt of the sword even harder.

It felt a bit dazzling to make the bronze hilt disappear directly, but if he didn't do anything, he would be unhappy.

That's it.

The black-haired youth's hand loosened slightly.

The bronze hilt of the sword, which had lost the shackles of great power, was about to crash outward, but before it could fly far, it hit a piece of softness.

The soft white elasticity was excellent, and the bronze hilt tugged and flew forward a few centimeters, and finally was wrapped and retreated inch by inch.

An abrupt phone rang from inside the door, interrupting Tang Nuo's thoughts as he was about to explain to Zhang Yeran.

The phone was quickly picked up, followed by the voice of the person speaking.

"Hey...... Well? Someone stuck in front of my house? …… Oh, I see, let them stay...... I'm at the police station...... No, it's not a crime, it should be...... Doing something, right? ”

As he spoke, the black-haired young man inside the door walked out, holding his mobile phone on his shoulder, pushing the door in one hand and holding a metal box in the other.

When he walked outside, he finished the phone, and after hanging up, he met Zhang Yeran's stunned surprised expression.

Don Nuo on the side looked "sure enough", but he was not very calm and pushed the glasses that slipped off the bridge of his nose.

Zhang Yeran: "You, are you okay?" ”

Bai Su didn't answer him, but tilted the iron box down and asked, "This one is broken, do you need to lose money?" ”

Several humans looked inside, and the supposedly dangerous, reddish bronze hilt shattered into several pieces, scattered on the yellow and white cloth.

(End of chapter)