When Songbo saw this, he didn't say "nothing" to Su Qingluan who jumped up and jumped far away, nor did he refute rashly. He just followed her instructions for the time being, turned around and placed the luminous pearl on the corner of the wall where the bonsai was placed. On the tripod, leave that position and come to where Su Qingluan is.
"Qingluan? Don't be so panicked." Seeing that Su Qingluan was so abnormal, Mu Xingzhi rolled the wheelchair to her side and handed over a cup of still warm tea.
Su Qingluan's cold fingertips touched the temperature of the teacup, and she subconsciously held it in her hand. The warm touch and the faint scent of tea drifting to her nose slowly calmed her down from the extreme panic just now.
She exhaled softly and said in a slightly trembling voice: "I'm sorry...I lost my composure."
"Ms. Su," Song Bo looked at the luminous pearl, "is there anything wrong with that pearl?"
Su Qingluan had regained her composure at this time and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't ask for the details. Maybe the situation is not necessarily as bad as I imagined."
She looked at Songbo and Mu Xingzhi and asked: "This 'night pearl' can glow after being exposed to the sun for a long time, but the light will dim after a while. Does it need to be exposed to the sun again to glow? Or is it? …”
Su Qingluan's voice was very soft, as soft as if she was afraid of disturbing the god of death, "Or...even in the dark night, without any external light, it will shine?"
Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo looked at each other. Mu Xingzhi thought for a moment and said seriously: "I got this night pearl a few days ago and it has been hanging in the inner room. Although there is sunlight when the window is opened during the day, but The place where the luminous pearl hangs is still some distance from the window, so I wonder if it can be regarded as the so-called 'external light'?"
When Su Qingluan heard this, her heart tightened, and she quickly asked, "Has the light weakened?" In fact, she already knew that the answer was most likely not optimistic. But people often have a sense of luck. Even if there is only one ten thousandth of a slim hope, they will not give up.
However, the answer Su Qingluan expected did not appear. Mu Xingzhi still thought carefully for a moment, and then shook his head with certainty: "I never hung the luminous pearl above the roof. It shines day and night without fading at all."
When Su Qingluan heard this, she closed her eyes feebly, and then took a deep breath: "I will tell you the details after I have settled the matter at hand, but the most important thing right now is that the Night Pearl can definitely bring As an ominous thing that comes to die, please make a thick lead box, seal it inside, and bury it deep in the ground - preferably in a deserted place."
Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo did not think that what Su Qingluan said was a fantasy just because what she said was very novel. Instead, they took it very seriously.
Fortunately, metal like lead was also very common in ancient times, so it was not difficult to find. Soon the luminous pearl with blue light was wrapped in lead and buried underground in the backyard of Mu Xingzhi's house.
"It's half a day now, so it's not convenient to move. I'll take the beads to the mass grave in the evening. No one will care about the beads buried there." Songbo patted Su Qingluan's shoulder with his thick hand, indicating that she could feel at ease. .
Su Qingluan took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. The oppressive feeling as if the sword of Damocles was hanging above his head finally disappeared.
However, another sense of "oppression" came one after another - Mu Xingzhi and Songbo looked at her steadily, the meaning of their expressions was very obvious: We have done what you wanted, now it's time It's your turn to explain the previous series of abnormal behaviors.
Su Qingluan sighed when he saw this, and sat back in the chair again. She was actually thinking about how to explain "nuclear radiation" to two ancient people who did not have any modern scientific knowledge system.
After thinking about it, she decided to ignore the theoretical knowledge of the principles, and it was simpler and more intuitive to just talk about the harm itself.
"In that case, Songbo, please sit down and just listen to a story."
Su Qingluan's expression was very heavy, even vaguely fearful, which made the other two people present realize that the "story" Su Qingluan spoke of might not be as relaxed and happy in the ordinary sense.
So Songbo gave Mu Xingzhi a fist salute and sat on the chair opposite Su Qingluan, while Mu Xingzhi turned the wheelchair to the other side of Su Qingluan.
Su Qingluan sorted out the clues and recounted the horrific story called "The Glowing Corpse" that had actually happened on the European continent in a language that was more acceptable to the two of them.
"There is such a beautiful girl, let's call her 'Liniang'." Su Qingluan gave the protagonist of this tragic story a name that belongs to this era.
"Liniang's family is wealthy and she has owned countless rare treasures since she was a child, including the night-light pearl she got on this day."
Hearing the three words "Night Pearl", Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo looked at each other: It seems that the "Night Pearl" here is also related to the previous Night Pearl.
As expected, Su Qingluan continued: "This night pearl is different from other pearls. It needs to be placed in the sun during the day to be illuminated at night, but it can stay bright by itself. Liniang likes it so much that she keeps it bright every day. Wearing it on her body - until one day, she accidentally dropped the night pearl and broke it."
"Liniang was very sad, but she soon discovered that if the night pearl was crushed into powder, the powder would still shine brightly, which is very suitable for smearing on the surface of clothes and jewelry as decorations. Liniang has a lively personality, beautiful appearance, and many Friends of similar age. They saw that Liniang’s clothes shone even at night and were very pleasing to the eye, so they asked various reasons.”
It was obviously an ordinary story about ordinary young women making friends and dressing up, but Su Qingluan's tone revealed a gloomy and ominous tone.
"Liniang is not a stingy person. The Night Pearl is the size of an adult's fist, and the amount of it ground into powder is also considerable. She used some, but there was still a lot left, so she divided some among her best friends. . They even dissolved these powders in rouge and applied them on their red lips, or used them as flower patches on their foreheads.”
"They are happy that they have got a little thing that makes them more beautiful - just like they usually get a coral string, an emerald bracelet, or a well-made handkerchief."
"But they don't know that this magical powder that can shine even at night is like a beautiful poison, sucking the lives of them and the people around them bit by bit."
