C8 Strange Flower Pot

Third Uncle yawned and took out his phone to look at the time. He said, "Let's go. After a night of torment, let's go out and have some breakfast. Third Uncle, please treat us. Let's eat and talk."

As he spoke, Third Uncle returned to his normal state and swaggered out.

I had to follow behind him and mutter, "Just breakfast, what are you doing? You still want to eat breakfast?"

We were used to mocking each other, so Third Uncle ignored me and took me out of the basement.

It was indeed daybreak by the time we left the basement. A fresh air entered my lungs, and I took a few deep breaths. It was especially comfortable. My stomach also let out a few sounds, and I was a little excited. I had long heard of Cantonese breakfast, such as braised dumplings, shrimp dumplings, egg and pork porridge, and Phoenix Claw Roast Goose. Now, I could finally have a feast.

Third Uncle brought me to a small food stall that had just opened. He waved his hand and called out, "Guo, I'm here to eat."

Third Uncle spoke in Cantonese, mixed with his original accent, which was very funny to hear.

Although there were a lot of outsiders in Shenshi, most of them were in the city. This place was in the suburbs, so there were more locals here. Third Uncle had muddled along here, so he could more or less speak some local slang.

There were two houses in front of the small food stall. There were two sheds at the front, and there were tables and chairs at the bottom. There were already two groups of diners.

After Third Uncle greeted him, a man in an apron walked out from the inside and waved at Third Uncle, "Yo, isn't this Mr. Lee? I was thinking that you haven't been here for a long time. Have you been gone for a while?"

I was speechless when I heard that. This Guo was speaking in the northeastern dialect. How was he from Guangdong?

Third Uncle laughed and changed back to his normal accent. He replied, "I have something to do these few days. My nephew came to seek shelter from me. How's the business going? I told you that you have been in Guangdong for so many years, why are you still speaking in the northeastern dialect?"

Guo waved his hand and said, "It's just a small business. I can't change my accent. I'm afraid I won't be able to change it even if I stay here until I die. This is your nephew. He is so handsome. He is comparable to me when I was young. Quickly, sit down. You still have the same old style."

Third Uncle nodded and said, "Right, give me two servings this time."

Third Uncle pulled me to sit down and introduced Guo. He was a good person and had a cheerful personality. He was on good terms with the people around him.

As he spoke, the food was served. I was dumbfounded when I saw the tofu, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, pickled vegetables, and so on. This was not Cantonese breakfast tea.

I pointed at the food with a bitter face and said, "Third Uncle, is this the breakfast tea you invited me to eat?"

Now that I think about it, there was a saying that described my mentality at that time. It was, "Your pants are already taken off, but you still want to give me this?"

Third Uncle smiled awkwardly and said, "Didn't Third Uncle run out of money these days? When I earn money from this job, Third Uncle will definitely take you to a high-end restaurant for breakfast. Today, let's eat first to fill our stomachs …"

This was very in line with Third Uncle's style, so I laughed.

After sitting down for breakfast, the steaming tofu pudding and the fried dough sticks were very comfortable to eat. My stomach was warm, and the fatigue and anxiety from the night were all swept away.

After eating his fill, Guo brought two bowls of tea for us to drink slowly. Only then did Third Uncle tell me about his journey to the second floor.

In order to make it easier for me to explain, I narrated what happened from Third Uncle's point of view.

Third Uncle said, "I smoothly went to the second floor from the stairs, and nothing happened. But I could clearly feel that the temperature on the second floor was much lower than the first floor. Although the windows were closed, I didn't know where the wind came from. It blew against my body and made me shiver. I used the flashlight to take a look and found that there were three rooms on the second floor other than a small living room.

Because I was investigating the source of the rope that hung from the Bodhisattva, I first walked towards the room in that direction.

As there was no ventilation in the corridor for a long time, and no one had lived there for a long time, there was naturally no one to clean it up. The floor was covered with dust. I walked over and stirred up the dust. With a flash of the torchlight, it was even more smoky. For a moment, I could not see the scene and items in front of me clearly. I could not help but cough twice.

When I was walking down the stairs, I noticed that the doors of the two rooms on the left side of the corridor were open. The room was dark. I waved the flashlight inside and saw that there were wooden beds on the floor. There were no bed luggage, only a bare wooden board. The windows were covered with thick curtains, and not a single ray of light could penetrate through them. I didn't walk in, because there was nothing strange about it.

I walked to the third room. This room was opposite the other two rooms. At this time, I realized that the floor below this room was the one where the Bodhisattva was hanging. This room should be the one we saw when we were outside.

So, I stood at the door and shone the flashlight in, observing it more carefully.

But the strange thing was that this room was empty. There were no furniture. Since there was nothing to discover, I was ready to turn around and leave. But at this time, the flashlight shone on the curtains, as if there was something on the windowsill behind the curtains.

The thing behind the curtains was reflected by the flashlight, and its outline was imprinted on the curtains. It was round and fluffy.

So, I walked into the room and reached out to lift the curtains. The flashlight also shone on it.

Third Uncle's speech was not fast, but his description was vivid and vivid. It was like a storybook. When he said this, he suddenly paused. Unknowingly, I was in a trance, and I was as nervous as he was. The tense scene made me clench my fists and swallow my saliva.

Third Uncle raised his bowl and took a big gulp of tea before continuing to explain: There was actually a pot of flowers placed on the windowsill. I saw that round thing, which was the flower pot.

I felt very strange. Everything in the room had been moved away, so why was there only a pot of flowers left?

I couldn't help but feel curious, so I used the flashlight to look at it carefully. The flowers were growing very well. They were lush and green, and their leaves weren't very big, about seven or eight. I wasn't very familiar with flowers and plants, so I didn't recognize what kind of flowers they were. However, I soon realized that there was something wrong with the flowers.

First of all, the flower pot. At first, I didn't pay too much attention to it, but later on, I realized that the item that had flowers was not a pot, but a bowl.

This bowl was even bigger than the big bowl that we usually saw. It was also very deep. The bowl seemed to be made of iron, and there were many carvings on the outside of the iron bowl. What was even more frightening was that the iron bowl was very hard, but there were a few cracks on the bowl's mouth. It was as if something was expanding in the bowl, causing the iron bowl to crack.

When I looked at it carefully, from the root to the stem, to the leaves, there were clearly visible things like blood vessels. Red liquid flowed from the bottom of the iron bowl to every leaf. Even the two leaves at the top had dark red liquid hanging on them, just like dewdrops.

The red liquid that looked like dewdrops hung on the tip of the blade for a while before dripping onto the windowsill. It was only then that I noticed that the red liquid had already gathered into a small stream on the windowsill and flowed down the windowsill to the ground, seeping through the corner of the wall. I thought that the blood on the rope that hung the Bodhisattva was flowing down from this stream.

At this moment, something even more terrifying happened. Just as I was observing it, the blood vessels in the flowers and plants suddenly became thicker, and the blood flowed twice as fast as before, as if it had sensed my existence. Furthermore, a strange human face appeared on each leaf.

It was a small face with wrinkled skin. The eyes on the face were like dead fish, staring at me.

I had a bad feeling about this. This situation had greatly exceeded my expectations. Thus, I shouted and Lee Yang ran away.

At the same time, I turned around and wanted to rush out of the house and run downstairs.

Unexpectedly, the moment I turned around, the door was closed with a bang. I almost lost my breath. I used all my strength to open the door, but the door was tightly shut. No matter how much strength I used, I could not open it.

Furthermore, I felt that my feet were sticky. When I looked down, I realized that the blood in the flowers and plants had already covered the entire floor. Furthermore, the blood was flowing down my pants and spreading over my body.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew in the room, blowing the curtains up and making them flutter.

I was afraid that you would come looking for me, so I shouted again. I bit the tip of my tongue and sprayed two mouthfuls of blood into the room.

After the blood mist, it should have had some effect. My mind became much clearer, and I kicked open the window and jumped down from the second floor.

Fortunately, there were a lot of broken things piled up below, so I wasn't injured.

After Third Uncle finished speaking, he drank two mouthfuls of tea and wiped the cold sweat off his face.

I also felt a lingering fear after hearing that. I calmed down my nervousness and said, "Haven't you thought that jumping down from the second floor is very dangerous?"

Third Uncle shook his head and said, "I didn't think too much at that time. I only had one thought, and that was to run out of that house as soon as possible. That thing was too evil. I didn't expect that I, Lee Dongbin, would encounter such a big problem the first time I came out of the mountain. Could it be a test for me?"

I smiled bitterly and said, "Then why don't we give up on this house?"

Third Uncle waved his hand and said, "No. If we give up, where will we get the three hundred thousand? But this time, we have to be prepared. I have to figure out what the flower in the bowl is. I'll draw it for you. See if you recognize it?"

As he spoke, Third Uncle asked Guo for a pen and paper. He laid on the table and recalled while drawing on the paper.

Soon, he drew a picture on the paper. Although Third Uncle's drawing skills were not worthy of praise, it could be considered to have sketched out the outline of the iron bowl and the flowers and plants. It was almost the same as what he described. I was not interested in flowers and plants, so I didn't recognize the flowers.

I shook my head. Third Uncle was also frowning and staring at the paper in a daze.