First there was a cold touch, and then a burning heat spread from the place of contact.
Bai Su lowered his eyes and looked down at the box in his hand.
The metal box was stained with rust, and a few pieces of white paper that had been torn apart were still attached to it, swaying with the surging air.
It feels like the wind is getting stronger and the paper is about to be blown down.
Humans were horrified before him.
After the box floated out by itself, the man in front of Bai Su threw away the red cloth for covering up, and exposed his two black-gloved hands in front of him.
"Don't... don't move." Zhang Yeran increased his vigilance, "Relax, don't think about anything, and don't believe whatever you hear."
"Is someone talking to you in your ears or in your head now? That's false. It's all to confuse you..."
The human's mouth opened and closed, and all he said were words to calm Bai Su down.
However, he heard none of the human voices.
He couldn't hear the sound of the Tangram Arcade, nor could he hear the sound of the wooden Buddha.
Of course, he could not hear the sound of the unknown object contained in the box.
This does not prevent Baisu from hearing what humans say and taking some actions based on speculations from human words.
For example, open the box.
The iron box had no lock. The few pieces of paper that were supposed to be used as locks had been torn off, and the lid of the box was taken away with just a slight lift.
There is a layer of cloth inside the box. The white cloth has turned yellow over time and is stained with black-gray mildew. In the center of the cloth is a bronze... sword hilt?
Judging from the style, it seems to be the hilt of a sword. Only the upper part is still preserved in the box. The blade is broken off from the top, and the sharp cracks have been smoothed over the years.
"Don't take it, don't move it!"
Zhang Yeran rushed forward but failed to stop the person. Bai Su took a step back and the person hit the door.
The door shook twice and closed slightly, but not completely.
At least Zhang Yeran could still see Bai Su's movements while standing there.
When humans say not to take it, they mean to take it.
Bai Su reached out decisively and picked up the sword hilt from the box.
The bronze hilt glowed red, and the sword's constantly trembling body seemed to be trying to express something.
The human being also backed away in the opposite direction the moment Bai Su picked up the hilt of the sword. He was not in a hurry to grab things, and looked like he was facing a formidable enemy.
Zhang Yeran took it out of his pocket and started shaking people.
"Everyone is fine, first floor, help, Laolao!"
The human being listened to the chilling refrain over and over again. Bai Su glanced outside and took half a step back.
The sword in his hand hummed continuously, the amplitude intensified, the vibration became more obvious, and the desire to express something became more urgent.
Any ordinary human being might have been immersed in the red light of the bronze hilt and be confused by the words spoken by the bronze hilt.
However, the bronze sword hilt faced Bai Su.
Humans are still calling people outside, and the half-open door blocks half of the view. If the angle is just a little bit more...
Bai Su turned sixty degrees inward and tightened his grip on the sword hilt in his hand.
The bronze hilt seemed to realize that things were not going as it expected. The human holding it was not bewitched by it for some reason, and the bronze hilt immediately wanted to escape from the human's hands.
It wants to find the next person, and it will definitely be able to find another person——
Then there was bone-piercing pain, and an almost shattering force was exerted on the bronze hilt, and you could almost hear the sound of the outermost rusty iron cracking.
Then, then——
Human footsteps were heard outside the door, and many people ran over with heavy steps. Zhang Yeran was still shouting "This way, this way."
Zhang Yeran was fully vigilant. Facing his companions who were arriving in half-armor, he didn't care about pretending in front of the "outsiders" in his eyes, and spoke quickly about the information about the bronze sword hilt.
"I pretended to be a collector and bought it from a descendant of a tomb robber. Before I bought it, the previous owner seemed to have done a lot of experiments and bad things. The aura was a bit wrong, and two people were killed one after another. , the current owner is eager to get rid of it.”
"Originally, I was going to sell it abroad, but I stopped it. I spent a lot of money to bid with other sellers. I will have to... ahem, anyway, this thing can confuse the mind of the person who touches it, so be careful not to Let the hilts of the swords make direct contact.”
"People who are bewitched will have the desire to kill, so be careful. The black-haired boy inside, I remember his surname is Bai, right? He has already opened the box and picked up the hilt of the sword..."
"Wait a minute." The one wearing glasses in the audience raised his hand, "Your surname is Bai?"
Zhang Yeran was interrupted and said a little impatiently: "Yes, his surname is Bai. He is an old acquaintance of you. He has been tricked. Hurry up -"
"No, don't be so nervous." Tang Nuo rubbed his forehead with a headache, "If it's that person, it should be okay. I forgot to tell people that there is someone else in this room."
A big question mark appeared on Zhang Yeran's head. He watched as Tang Nuo waved away most of the people, leaving only three or four people to deal with the accident.
Zhang Yeran: "Hey, hey, hey, did you leave too little of this person? I haven't finished what I just said. When he has the desire to kill, his strength will also be strengthened. It will be difficult to deal with..."
The humans were still chattering outside the door. Bai Su was half-listening and half-thinking inside the door, and squeezed the hilt of the sword harder.
It felt a bit irritating to have the bronze sword hilt disappear, but he would also be unhappy if he did nothing.
That’s all.
The black-haired young man loosened his hand slightly.
The bronze sword hilt was delighted to lose the shackles of its great strength, and was about to hit it outwards. Before it could fly far, it hit a piece of soft ground.
The soft white elasticity was extremely good, and the bronze sword handle flew forward a few centimeters as it was pulled, and was finally wrapped and retreated inch by inch.
The sudden phone ringing sounded from inside the door, interrupting Tang Nuo's thoughts about explaining to Zhang Yeran.
The phone was picked up quickly, followed by human voices.
"Hello...huh? Someone is blocking my door?...Oh, I understand, just let them stay...I'm at the police station...No, I didn't commit any crime. I should be... here to handle something, right?"
With that said, the black-haired young man walked out of the door. He held a mobile phone on his shoulder, pushed the door open with one hand and held a metal box with the other.
He finished the call when he walked outside, and after hanging up, he was met with Zhang Yeran's stunned and surprised expression.
Tang Nuo on the side had a "Sure enough" look on his face, but he was not very calm and pushed up his glasses that had slipped from the bridge of his nose.
Zhang Yeran: "Are you okay?"
Bai Su didn't answer him, but tilted the iron box down and asked, "This is broken, do I need to pay for it?"
Several humans looked inside and saw that the dangerous and reddish bronze sword hilt was broken into several pieces and lay scattered on the yellow and white cloth.
(End of chapter)
