As soon as I entered the office, I felt a sense of coldness. Of course, this feeling was because of the yin energy in the office.

Because of the sharp contrast between the atmosphere of the six villages of Workers and Peasants, I found that the yin energy in the office was also cold, but it was different from the yin energy in the community. If you can't tell the specific difference, you give me absolutely different feeling. The yin energy in the community always makes me feel sticky and uncomfortable, like the sewage. If that door does not appear in the office and does not give me a sense of chill, it would be simply cold, like entering a place where light is not visible 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 indoor light was dim, and there was definitely no one sitting on the sofa, and I didn’t see anyone next to the file cabinet.

I called out "Ye Qing", and I heard the sound myself, but I'm not sure if Ye Qing could hear it.

It should be possible. If I can't hear my voice at all, I will knock on the door and the door will not be opened.

I turned to look at the open door, but I didn't see anyone next to it.

After thinking about it, I still walked in.

Squeak!

The sound of closing the door is clear, which is different from the strange door like the Yin Ju Basin.

Although this door is automatically closed and the sound is definitely not friendly in a quiet environment, it is heard in my ears that make me relax.

I looked at the door again, but I saw no one. I called Ye Qing's name, but no one answered.

I walked around the office and confirmed that there was a painting hanging at the end of the aisle instead of a door. I shouted "Ye Qing" twice with confidence and boldness, but still received no response.

This made me anxious.

I walked around the office and saw two open doors in the corridor. I gritted my teeth and chose a door to go in. I reached out and opened the box next to the door.

If Ye Qing is there, he will definitely stop me, but no one will knock my hand off. I originally thought that my hand would not touch the box, but I didn't expect that my hand would pass through the top cardboard box and the lid of the second cardboard box, and directly touched the things inside the box. I was very familiar with the feel.

I wanted to take the upper box away, but my hands kept passing through it, and I couldn't feel anything inside the box. This posture was too awkward, so I had to reach out to the second cardboard box from the side and fumble carefully about the thing. I withdrew my hand and appeared in my sight with a small pot in my non-existent hand. The pot seemed to float in the air.

The edge of the basin is very wide, with cloud patterns carved in sections. The outside of the basin is carved with patterns, which I had not found out before. Now I see it and recognize that the carved ones on it are actually a long scroll, with skinny old men, children in torn clothes, middle-aged men with broken legs, women in bed, and men holding gold ingots. The last character seems to be the official in the court, but the background behind him is a picture of a purgatory ghost. I guess this is the King of Hell. All the characters are exquisitely carved and lifelike, so that I, who don’t understand art, can recognize their characteristics. Each character has white faces, blue eyes, and red lips, but the coloring is different from the magical carving. It is very rough, as if it is just painted casually with paint.

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

As soon as I wiped it off, I saw the sound of young people playing.

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

"Hmph! He just beat me two days ago. Isn't he just a little maid? I want to take over the house, so I'm raising her!"

"This treasure pot is probably a treasure from the previous dynasty. It's too wasteful for you to do this. Why don't you give it to me directly."

As the darkness dissipated, I saw the treasure pot approaching, and a brush was applied on it.

"You evil son!"

An angry shout exploded. The treasure pot fell to the ground with a clang.

My eyes followed the treasure pot down and saw a clear air flowing out of the treasure pot like liquid. The treasure pot rolled around and revealed a gap. The color inside the treasure pot was somewhat different from the color on the outside, and it was a little more golden and brighter.

The people in the room had a dispute and kicked the treasure pot with one foot. The treasure pot rolled under the ancient shelf and entered the shadow. The shadow magnified in front of my eyes, swallowing the treasure pot and swallowing my consciousness. The voice with a little accent and shouting "Shizi" went away, as if it was swallowed by the shadow.

My fingers felt a cold touch.

When I returned to my consciousness, I found myself still in the office, holding a treasure pot in my hand that I couldn't see even myself.

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

I stopped in shock, and moved my fingers away, and found that the man holding the ingot had lost his deep facial features. The small area was shiny, not a dull copper color, but a bright copper color.

My heartbeat accelerated, I swallowed and continued to wipe my fingers. The concave and convex carvings were easily erased, and even the edges of the treasure pot were erased.

The treasure pot turned into a bowl...

I had auditory hallucinations. The sound of the Sanskrit sound came into my ears, and the monks recited sutras and chanted Buddha's name in unison, and the smell of incense and candles came out of the bowl.

"Big Young Master, this is what the old lady wants to hand over to you before she dies. Even if you have already become a monk, you are still the descendant of the Mo family... Mo family... The eldest son..." The choked voice became intermittent.

A sigh.

The sound of iron forging sounded, and the sound of metal scratching sounded.

I seemed to see that long scroll gradually being completed.

The touch under the hand has changed again, and the hallucinations have disappeared.

My hand was empty. At first glance, after the bright copper color was wiped off, there was a gap again. The edge of the gap was obviously divided into three layers. The outer two layers were copper of different colors, wrapped in the innermost and thickest layer, which was pottery.

when!

The sound of the copper plate falling into the broken bowl gradually became clear. The background sound was very noisy, as if it was in a downtown city. But those people had heavier accents, and I could no longer understand what they were talking about.

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

"Fang Cruel, how many cents can I ask for today?"

This shout was a language I could understand, but after careful identification, I found that it was not that I understood the dialect, but that I directly "consciously" the meaning of this sentence. It was like dreaming about something, but that I might not have specific words and words, but that I could know the meaning.

After that game, there was no sound.

The stone road turned into a dirt road, and the dirt road became a pothole. The background of the broken bowl finally turned into a white cloth. The white cloth was lifted up, revealing the body below. A knife cuts the clothes and flesh, and the broken bowl is stuffed in.

"I finally caught a rich man." The cursing voice penetrated into my mind, and at the same time, there was a feeling of chills, just like the door in Qingye Supernatural Office.

I seemed to be poked by a needle, and my fingers trembled, and I scratched the outer copper skin from the pottery heart.

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

I have captured a lot of content. A man with a rotten sore appearance on his face lay on the ground. A monk chanted scriptures against a broken bowl, a broken bowl was placed in a copper water, a monk begged for alms with a bowl, and a man worshipped a treasure pot...

I exhale and raised my hand, and the hallucinations disappeared.

The copper basin in my hand is slowly fading, as if it has experienced some strange erosion and finally disappeared.
Chapter completed!