hot potato

wanted to make more money while she was young, so she told Zhao Chen that they could play however they wanted, but no marriage and no children.By the time he was thirty, Zhao Chen's family was pressu...Jiang Qiyun drew his sword and slashed open the bag. Inside, talismans were plastered all over to suppress the bloody and violent energy.

At this time, as Jiang Qiyun's sword pierced through, a burst of energy surged out.

He used his longsword to flip it over, revealing a pair of "cups".

We open a banquet of orchids to enjoy the flowers and fly with feather goblets to be drunk by the moon.

This is an ancient type of wine vessel, with different shapes in each era. Most resemble small bowls with two ears.

If my brother were here, he might be able to tell you how old this thing is. However, I only know a little bit about it.

As a drinking vessel, the *shang* was used until the Jin dynasty. Later, with advancements in metalworking, more delicate and intricate drinking vessels appeared, and the *shang* gradually disappeared.

So this thing is quite old, and it's gray all over. It's also set with a variety of gemstones, some large and some small. Some of the gemstone settings are empty now.

Grayish-white... Is this ivory

I looked at Jiang Qiyun, he glanced at me faintly: “This is a human bone.”

Bones...

This pair of cups are differently shaped and made according to the concept of mutual generation and complementarity. Why use fragile human bones to make them

Jiang Qiyun's long sword flicked one of them aside and said to me, "It's a skull."

Ugh... who in the world would use a skull as a drinking vessel

"Such deep resentment is very rare..." He frowned slightly.

"Where... where is the demon" I took a step back.

Jiang Qiyun naturally stepped aside to stand in front of me, and whispered, "You stand back a bit, don't get hit by these auras."

I nodded. Changning, lying on the ground, looked at me with some confusion and asked, "Who are you talking to"

Jiang Qiyun did not appear, Chang Ning couldn't see him, only saw his own waist bag being cut open, the two cups rolling out, he nervously said: "Be careful! These two things are very place-conscious! Once they remember here, they will be here—"

Before he could finish speaking, two balls of black mist suddenly emerged from inside.

My dad is so wise, he immediately stopped Longning from taking things out in the store, and Longning didn't seem to want to hurt anyone either.

He didn't even have the thought of survival. Whether he harmed others or was harmed by others, he didn't ask for anything. When he came to our house at that time, he was passively carrying out orders.

These two black mists, like leaked poison gas, spread rapidly. Jiang Qiyun immediately pulled me into his arms and shielded us with a barrier.

The temperature in the dilapidated shack plummeted, and Changning's every breath became a cloud of white.

Hmmm.

A soft sound.

I turned around and saw a bald little head popping out from behind the partition in the hut.

Is this a brain

The upper half of the skull was gone, a black void where the brain should be.

His body was grayish-black, his eyes were white, and the skin on his body was cracked. He turned towards us and gave a "smile".

A sinister and grotesque smile.

"Hee hee, is this our new home" the little ghost laughed maniacally.

I looked at Jiang Qiyun, he pulled me back to the doorway, the little ghost didn't see us, hopping and skipping around every corner of the house.

Chang Ning gave me a "get out of here" look.

His neck was suddenly gripped tightly from behind by a pair of small hands.

Another headless ghoul bared its black fangs in Chang Ning's ear, grinning wickedly, "The atmosphere here is so comfortable! It's damp and cold, with a lot of chaotic energy, and there are so many people in the distance! Kikkikiki... You've chosen a great spot this time! Even though I bit off a chunk of your flesh before, you wouldn't take us to places where humans were dense... How did you find such a perfect nest now"

My goodness... these two little rascals are amazing.

The ghosts I've seen, whether dazed, deranged, or ferocious, haven't been as agile and wickedly cunning as these two.

"...A vengeful spirit becomes a demon." Jiang Qiyun's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"What does that mean"

"The resentment was too deep, he harmed too many people, and the ghost fell into demoness." Jiang Qiyun explained simply.

That means these two little devils are no longer just ghosts, right

They harm people not out of obsession, but as a game and a source of amusement.

The ordinary ghost messengers of the underworld couldn't find them, those two goblets should be made from their skulls, they usually hide inside.

I stared hard at the two little rascals, it seemed... they were very similar in height, build, and voice! Could they be twins

How could he die so tragically

The little imp who had his hands around Changning's neck suddenly looked up and said, "Da Cheng, I feel like someone is here..."

Another little rascal rolling around stopped his movements, grinning terrifyingly: "Xiao Cheng, don't you only have one person under your command"

"No, it wasn't him, there was someone else..." The little boy named Xiao Cheng sat up straight, his hollow, white eyes scanning the surroundings before finally landing on us.

His eyes were terrifying, no pupils, just whites staring straight at me.

I frowned slightly, could this guy see it Or could he feel it

Jiang Qiyun slightly narrowed his eyes, his fingers gently forming the seal of a spell.

The little imp suddenly shuddered, and dashed toward the other imp: "There's an enemy here! Run!"

He dragged the little demon, transformed into black mist, quickly fleeing into the skull goblet.

Jiang Qiyun raised his hand and shot out two streaks of cold light. The barrier shattered, and the cold light struck the bone cup, but it vanished like a mud cow entering the sea!

Two little ghosts ran back, I shivered from the cold and looked at Jiang Qiyun. He sneered: "This thing is not cared for by the underworld or the demon realm, and they actually refine artifacts into magic spells... Quite novel, isn't it"

He raised his hand and formed a talisman, a giant silver glow erupted in the middle of the hut, scattering thousands of icy rays that dispelled the surrounding gloom.

Chang Ning stared in astonishment at everything, struggling to get down on her hands and knees and kowtowing to Jiang Qiyun who stood beside me.

Jiang Qiyun appeared beside me, looking down at Chang Ning on the ground. "Although your soul is alive, your spirit is gradually fading away. Tell us everything you know, and this seat will allow you to be freed."

This might be Jiang Qiyun's compassion. He could completely disregard this person's life or death; as long as the person understands reverence, they naturally wouldn't hide anything from him.

Changning told us everything she knew, including about the man in black and the old feud between the Xie family and the Mu family.

You wouldn't know until you heard it, and then you can't help but sigh in amazement, Old Master really is a man with stories!

And this story even involves my great-grandmother!

After hearing Chang Ning's account, I was left speechless. Aside from my immense admiration for my grandfather, I can't describe the feeling of chaos and turmoil within me.

This old geezer made an enemy decades ago, and now he's come after us.ou don't need to repay me, just keep some face and stop fantasizing about being a mistress and destroying your family's happiness. A person needs face, and a tree needs bark, right Keep your face, do...