The first thing you feel is a cold touch, and then a burning heat spreads from the place you touch.

Bai Su lowered his eyes and glanced down, looking 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 stuck to it, swaying with the surging air.

It feels like the wind is getting stronger and the paper will be blown down.

Human beings were horrified in front of him.

After the box floated out, the man in front of Bai Su threw away the red cloth for covering up, and exposed his two black-gloved hands.

"Don't... don't move." Zhang Yeran increased his vigilance, "Relax, don't think about anything, and don't believe anything 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.

However, he heard none of the voices spoken by humans.

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 has no lock. The few pieces of paper that were originally used as locks should have been torn off. With just a slight lift, the lid of the box was taken away.

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 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 swung twice and closed slightly, but not completely.

At least Zhang Yeran could still see Bai Su's movements from where he stood.

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 constantly trembling sword body seemed to want 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, save!"

The human being listened to the chilling refrain repeatedly, and Bai Su glanced outside, then took half a step back.

The sword in his hand buzzed 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 hilt faces Baisu.

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 inward sixty degrees and tightened his grip on the sword hilt in his hand.

The bronze sword 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 sword hilt was so excited that it immediately wanted to escape from the human hand.

It wants to find the next person, and it will definitely be able to change to another person——

Then there was bone-piercing pain, and an almost shattering force was exerted on the bronze sword 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 coming in semi-fully armed, 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.
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"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 smell was already 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 among the spectators raised his hand, "Your last name is Bai?"

Zhang Yeran was interrupted and said a little impatiently: "Yes, my surname is Bai. He is an old acquaintance of you. He has already 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 Tang Nuo wave 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, while Bai Su was half-listening and half-thinking inside the door, and squeezed the hilt of the sword harder.

It feels a bit irritating to just make the bronze sword hilt disappear, but if nothing is done, he will also be unhappy.

This is all we can do.

The black-haired young man loosened his hand slightly.

The bronze sword hilt, which had lost the shackles of its huge strength, was overjoyed and was about to hit it outwards. Before it could fly far, it hit a soft surface.

The soft white elasticity was excellent, and the bronze sword hilt was pulled forward and flew forward a few centimeters, and finally was wrapped and retreated inch by inch.

The sudden ringing of the phone rang from inside the door, interrupting Tang Nuo's thoughts about explaining to Zhang Yeran.

The phone was picked up quickly, followed closely by human voices.

"Hello... hmm? Someone is blocking my door?... Oh, I understand, just let them stay... I'm at the police station... No, I didn't commit a crime. I should be... here to handle something, right?"

As he said that, 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.

When he walked outside, he finished the call, and after hanging up, he was met with Zhang Yeran's stunned and surprised expression.

Tang Nuo on the side had a look on his face, "Sure enough," 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 downwards and asked, "This is broken, do I need to pay for it?"

Several humans looked inside and saw that the dangerous and glowing bronze sword handle was broken into several pieces and lay scattered on the yellow and white cloth.
Chapter completed!