C18 (1/2)

”Ah …” It's that beggar! ” Bai Hui Juan seemed to have gone crazy as she covered her ears with her hands and chanted non-stop. Even the customers nearby gave us peculiar looks. To avoid any more disturbances, Brother Song paid the bill and left with Bai Huijuan.

The three of us swiftly rushed back to Brother Song's house. Bai Hui Juan was so scared that she almost went mad and fainted. I think it's getting late. If I don't go back now, that grandma will torture me again.

I got up to leave. Brother Song wanted me to stay for the night. I also hesitated for a moment. In the end, I decided to help someone to the end.

In reality, I didn't have any confidence as the interior of the house had fallen into darkness. At midnight, the clock on the wall chimed a few times. I suddenly opened my eyes and a sound came from outside the bedroom.

I hastily sat up, jumped off the bed, and opened the bedroom door. The sound came from the room next door, and I walked to the bedroom door with some doubts. I reached out my hand to open the door.

”Brother Song, what are you doing?” Song Yifan sat up with the porcelain bowl in his hands, as if he was mesmerized. No matter how I asked him, he wouldn't answer me.

”So beautiful …” ”She's really beautiful …”

”What?” Brother Song seemed to be possessed, as he stood up and started dancing. That dance was extremely seductive.

”Big Brother Song, wake up …” I reached forward and pushed him down on the bed. Brother Song closed his eyes and fainted.

It was really weird. I bent down to pick up the porcelain pot from the floor and carried it back to the room.

I found a piece of cloth and wrapped it around the basin. The only thing I could do now was throw it away. While it was dark, I went out in my clothes. I carried the china pot downstairs and threw it in the trash.

Hopefully, this will be the end of it and nothing more will happen. I turned and went back upstairs, relieved this time, and went back to my room and lay down on my bed.

The next morning, a ray of sunlight shone through the window. I rubbed my eyes, got out of bed, opened the door and left the room.

”Brother Song …” ”He got up.” I went to the door of the next room and knocked. There was no sound from inside. Feeling uneasy, I pushed open the door and walked in.

Brother Song was lying on the bed, holding the basin in his arms.

”What's wrong, what are you two doing!” Bai Hui Juan walked in from outside and looked at me with a puzzled expression. ”What's wrong with Old Song? Why is he carrying a porcelain bowl?!”

”Why is this porcelain bowl here!” I reached out to push brother Song. His body was cold and his face was as white as paper. He had already stopped breathing.

”He's dead …”

”How did it turn out like this? We just wanted to get some antiques to sell!” Bai Hui Juan's face was also ashen. Her body was like mud as she sat paralyzed on the ground. She was so scared that she started to cry.

I frowned and stretched out my hand to grab the porcelain bowl. That porcelain bowl appeared unharmed. I had clearly thrown the pot away last night, how could it … What should we do now? We should first call the police. It's not a good idea to stay here any longer. I pulled Bai Hui Juan out of Brother Song's house and returned to the shop.

I poured a glass of water and passed it to Bai Hui Juan. Right now, she's the only one left.

Bai Hui Juan drank a mouthful of water, the hand holding the cup trembling non-stop: ”Save me …” I don't want to die! ”

”The problem is with this porcelain bowl. This pot is very strange!”