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Chapter 002 Bloody Grimace

For a moment, I felt that my heart was about to jump out of my throat, and my whole body suddenly entered an extremely trance state, as if my entire consciousness was withdrawing, and my body became light and airy.

"Huh~~"

I opened my eyes suddenly and let out a long breath.

It turned out to be just a dream. I raised my hand to wipe the sweat from my forehead and stood up from the recliner. The stiffness in my waist and legs was exactly the same as in the dream. Everything was too real.

My heartbeat was still a little too fast. I didn't expect that I would have such a dream. Could it be that I haven't seen my parents for a long time, so I thought of them in my dream?

I stretched my stiff waist and was about to go back to the house to sleep, but something on the table next to me stopped me in place.

It was something wrapped in blue silk cloth. It was as square as a box. I don’t remember when I had such a thing. More importantly, from the outside, this thing looked the same as the weird man in the dream before.

What was given to me was exactly the same.

"Holy shit!"

Everything couldn't really be such a coincidence. I hurriedly walked to the outer hall and carefully checked the store door and windows. It was absolutely impossible for anyone to come in. So what exactly is this thing?

How did he appear in my house out of thin air?

Wasn't it that I was dreaming before? Thinking of this, a chill ran directly down my back from my tailbone. I tried to calm myself down and carefully recalled every detail of the dream, except for the last paragraph.

Apart from the bizarre human aspect, everything in the dream was so real, so real that even the shape of the rag I casually threw on the window sill in the outer hall was exactly the same.

I don’t remember that I specifically looked at the shape of the rag after I threw it away, but what I saw in my dream was exactly what I saw in front of me.

I stood at the table for three to five minutes before I took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to unfold the blue silk cloth. The feeling when I started to hold it was the same as in the dream, and my heart suddenly became violent again.

My heart started to beat, and I opened the blue silk cloth carefully, for fear that something weird would appear inside, but fortunately, what I worried about did not happen. As the silk cloth opened a simple dark brown wooden box,

Then it appeared in front of me.

The wooden box is about ten centimeters square and about five centimeters thick. There are faint red veins on the lid of the wooden box. Under the light, those red veins faintly exude a metallic light. When you touch it with your hand, it will appear.

I can't feel the slightest sense of jointing. If those veins hadn't finally converged into another complicated grimace pattern, I would have simply thought that the pattern was the texture of the wood itself.

The grimace doesn't look very ferocious, but it gives people a strange feeling. If we talk about the smile of Mona Lisa painted by Leonardo da Vinci, no matter from which angle you look at it, it seems like she is looking at you.

Generally speaking, the same goes for the eyes of this grimace. No matter what angle you look at, they look like they are staring straight at you. Although I have never seen the painting of Mona Lisa’s smile with my own eyes,

But I can guarantee that the face on the box in front of me is definitely more magical than that.

The surface of the wooden box has a

There is a very obvious layer of patina, showing an extremely soft luster under the light, and it feels smooth and delicate when touched. Although I have not dabbled too much in the antique industry, but I have been with Qian Shan for a long time, and I have a lot of experience with this kind of antiques.

The things also have a certain feel to them. I can't tell the exact age of the box, but it can definitely be called an old object.

The things contained in such a box must be extraordinary. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but hold my breath, gently opened the lock on the wooden box, and slowly opened the lid. A strip made of bronze was revealed.

The fish-shaped object also caught my eye immediately.

This bronze fish is about three to four centimeters long. Although there are many signs of light green oxidation on the surface, the bulges can still be seen as bright. The fish body turns to the right, like a parade, shaped like

Semi-circle, every scale on the body is cast extremely delicately. Even the lines on the tail of the fish are extremely clear, vivid and agile. A thin line passes through a hole in the mouth of the fish. It seems that this bronze fish should be

An object worn around the neck.

I carefully picked up the bronze fish. Not only did it not have the cold feeling that bronze should have when I held it, but it was as soft and gentle as warm jade. Stroking the delicate scales gave me an extremely real feeling.

, if the bronze fish hadn't been unable to move, I would have thought it was a living fish in my hands.

I turned the bronze fish over and looked at it. A pattern like words was carved on the abdomen of the bronze fish. I tried hard to distinguish it for a long time, but I still couldn't understand what the pattern represented, so I stopped worrying and picked it up casually.

A thin thread hung the bronze fish on my neck. I don't know why, but it suddenly gave me a feeling of blood connection.

At the same time, a burst of crimson light suddenly rose from the wooden box placed on the table. The grimace made of red lines on the box seemed to come alive. It suddenly jumped out of the box and floated like a ghost.

In the air, it rushed towards me.

Facing the face that suddenly came towards me, I had no defense at all. I could only subconsciously step back and put my arms in front of me. As a ping-ping-pong-pong sound sounded, I suddenly fell to the floor.

, the person also lost consciousness instantly.

In the confusion, I seemed to have had another dream. In the dream, I was like a soul, floating in the air without the slightest weight. In front of me was a scene I had never seen before. On the desolate plain, the thick white snow seemed to be like a ghost.

The earth was covered with a layer of white clothes. In the center of the earth, a group of people were beating around a pair of bonfires.

Although it was already dark at this time, through the bonfires, one could still vaguely see black figures moving around the bonfires in a very strange way, as if they were dancing or dancing.

Repeating a certain weird action, the entire land was suddenly enveloped in an extremely mysterious atmosphere.

I seemed to have seen this scene somewhere, but I couldn't remember it for a while. I just felt as if there was a force constantly pulling me, and my body moved uncontrollably towards the bonfire.

The people surrounding the bonfire were all wearing thick leather coats, and their faces were painted with extremely complex patterns. These patterns almost covered their original appearance, just like

Like the facial makeup painted in Peking Opera, their faces cannot be seen clearly, but their serious expressions can still be seen in their eyes, focusing intently on the direction of the bonfire.

Along where everyone's eyes converged, a thin figure held something that looked like a scepter in his hand. His body was constantly making strange movements like the people around him. However, what was different from the people around him was that

, this person's face was not painted with the complicated patterns like other people's. Instead, a white mask covered his face, completely covering his face, and the white mask

Several mysterious patterns are also outlined on his mask, giving him the appearance of a priest.

At this time, I finally remembered that I had seen pictures like this there. In the ancient book that I had read before, which recorded shaman legends and shaman sacrificial activities, there were several hand-drawn pictures that were almost the same as mine.

The scene in front of me was exactly the same at this time.

"roar!"

At this moment, the masked priest suddenly let out a loud roar and spread his arms suddenly. His posture was like that of the statue of Jesus in Sao Paulo, Brazil. In an instant, it seemed as if he was the center.

A strong wind suddenly blew up, and the bonfire not far away from him swayed with his movement.

And the flame seemed to get a little brighter with each swing, and finally showed a bright white light, and a hot breath spread to the surroundings.

The crowd that was beating around suddenly fell silent for a moment. Everyone stood there quietly. No one noticed my presence, and no one felt the changes in the flames. Everyone looked at me without squinting.

All focused on the priest.

Under the gaze of everyone, the thin figure slowly lowered his arms, slowly closed his eyes, and while tapping the ground with the scepter in his hand, he whispered like a mantra,

At that moment, it was as if the whole world had stopped. The falling snowflakes just stopped in front of me, and even the whistling cold wind froze there. It only lasted a short moment, but that feeling

To me, it's like a long shot in a movie depicting a still state.

After a moment, two deep eyes bloomed through the holes in the mask. At that moment, they were like two bright stars, and even the bright white flame seemed to dim in an instant.

I don’t know if it was my imagination, but the priest’s gaze seemed to be looking in my direction intentionally or unintentionally. Under his gaze, my chest suddenly felt hot, and the blood all over my body began to boil.

Just when I didn't know what to do, a deep and long singing voice broke the original peace.

I saw a man slowly walking out of the crowd holding this thing in his hand and came to the priest. This man was about forty years old. His clothes were very similar to the priest's, except that his face was missing.

The mask did not have patterns painted on his face like other people's. I could see his face almost clearly at a glance. I felt my heart suddenly contract. No matter what, I never imagined that his face looked exactly like mine.
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