“Brothers, we’re going to make it big! I’ve been digging for gold for 20 years, and I can tell you there’s something big down there!” Li Qingyang said excitedly to the selfie stick and his phone. In front of him was an unopened kiln cave.
After the revival of spiritual energy became completely public.
Tomb robbers were no longer universally despised; instead, they were shrouded in a mysterious aura.
Of course, Li Qingyang wasn’t a professional tomb robber. He only knew some basic skills, but he used them to gain popularity and earn a living through live streaming.
It’s so hard for college graduates to find jobs these days. Who would want to see their bosses’ faces if they could make a living through live streaming? His previous streams had poor results because the places he went weren’t dangerous enough.
But today was different.
He came to Jin De Town, an ancient porcelain site sealed off by the Demon-Slaying Division of Province J. For an ordinary person like him, breaking through the Demon-Slaying Division’s blockade was impossible.
However, for some unknown reason, the patrol teams that were there two days ago were now gone, so he took the opportunity to sneak in.
Using his basic skills, he pretended to carefully search for a kiln cave, though many were already partially excavated. But for the sake of entertainment value, he chose one that hadn’t been excavated yet.
[The streamer is a real daredevil, truly daring to enter the Jin De Town ruins…]
[They say something happened there. Streamer, you should withdraw early.]
[Streamer, open the kiln and see what’s inside?]
[No offense intended, evil spirits, be gone…]
As the number of viewers increased, many began to type “no offense intended.”
Li Qingyang was also afraid, but he needed money. He wanted to rise to fame, marry a wealthy and beautiful woman, and reach the peak of his life.
So, even though he was afraid, he had to go.
“Friends, send some gifts, and I’ll go down!”
Seeing the gifts flood the screen, Li Qingyang didn’t hold back any longer. Clenching his teeth, he descended into the kiln cave. The cave had a unique interior, with a narrow opening allowing moonlight to pour in, giving the porcelain ruins a cold frosty appearance.
Li Qingyang safely landed and adjusted the phone stand. The greenish-white light reflected on his darkened face.
The structure inside was complex.
A deep stone corridor led deeper into the cave, with porcelain fragments scattered along both sides. The damp, cold smell of clay hit him, and the flashlight beam revealed the arched walls embedded with fragments of clay boxes that looked like countless half-open eyes.
“Friends, the streamer is very mysterious. Do you know this kiln cave was restored according to county records? There were originally thirty-two interconnected kiln rooms…”
He moved deeper, touching a smooth object—a sensation like a soft hand.
A chill ran down his spine, and he instantly shone the flashlight.
His eyes lit up!
“Oh my god, look at what I found!”
The flashlight illuminated a porcelain bottle standing quietly on a stone pedestal.
The glaze was as lustrous as congealed bl**d, with bl**d-like patterns under the light.
The inner wall showed a blurry human figure, and when his fingertips brushed the body, it emitted a strange glow, like the blush under a young girl’s skin.
“Friends, look at this porcelain bottle! This must be the legendary red glaze made from the bones and bl**d of young girls from those times…”
He reached out to brush away the spider webs, overjoyed.
Originally, he just wanted to make money through live streaming, but good things seemed to come to him.
To make his live stream a bit more interesting, he had studied the value of these items.
If this porcelain bottle was genuine, it would be worth at least seven zeros.
The chat suddenly went wild.
[666, the streamer really found something.]
[Amazing, streamer!]
The compliments became even more intense.
[Oh my god, someone’s behind you, streamer!]
[Behind you! In a red dress!]
At the end of the alley lined with porcelain fragments stood a woman in a crimson dress, her face gleaming with glaze, her nails embedded with clay. Beside her was a blue-and-white porcelain basin filled with crimson shards.
“This is the sacrificial red glaze from the Mingde period,” the woman said, holding the porcelain bottle. Her smile was like a flower. “These are the last batch of bone china from the official kilns. If you like it, why not buy it?”
“Give me back the porcelain bottle, I discovered it first!”
Li Qingyang’s eyes turned red as the bottle was taken from him.
In the face of millions in potential wealth, what did this strange woman matter?
Even if she was a ghost, she was just a woman, powerless.
He didn’t notice the woman’s wrist had a mark from a clay box.
The porcelain bottle in her hand flickered, as if fingers were scratching the body.
He snatched the bottle and ran.
Looking back, the woman was still standing there, smiling at him.
“What kind of ghost thing…”
Li Qingyang mumbled as he climbed out of the kiln mouth using the safety rope.
Now he was finally safe.
“Friends, do any of you know if this porcelain bottle is genuine? Help me check.”
He rubbed his icy hands, which had developed black spots, and shone the flashlight on the bottle to give his audience a better view.
The glaze suddenly rippled, and bl**d-like lines swirled around the bottle.
Only then did he realize something was wrong—the reflection in the glaze showed his image being slowly swallowed by the porcelain body.
“Haha… friends, look, isn’t this effect amazing?”
He laughed, turning the bottle, but the chat was full of [Run!].
Crackling lines spread from his fingertips, and his skin turned a lifeless porcelain white.
The woman in red appeared at the kiln mouth, her smile unchanged, her face crumbling, bl**d gushing like a fountain.
Li Qingyang tried to call for help, but pain shot through his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of broken porcelain shards…
The phone fell to the ground.
In the final frame, the audience saw Li Qingyang lying on the ground, his body convulsing and breaking apart.
A pair of porcelain-white feet appeared in the camera.
The woman in the red dress gracefully bent down to pick up a piece of broken porcelain and disappeared into the kiln mouth.
…
…
“In the Mingde period of Fuliang County, to burn the dragon-patterned sacrificial red glaze, the kiln official sealed a hundred young girls in clay boxes as ‘human sacrifices.’
When the kiln was opened, the girls’ flesh and bl**d fused with the clay, creating a strange crimson color. All the porcelain interiors showed struggling human figures.
These ‘bone china’ were buried deep in the old town until they were unearthed. Now, at the porcelain site, a woman in a red dress sells sacrificial porcelain bottles. If you look closely at the glaze’s reflection, you will see your own reflection slowly merging with the porcelain body…”
Chen Huaian shifted his gaze from the information provided by the Demon-Slaying Division of Province J to the demon-slaying master with a dismal expression and sighed, “Not my friends, don’t tell me those two General-level people died like this?
Also, now that spiritual energy has returned, can’t those archaeologists just leave things alone? Why dig around unnecessarily?”
“Now it’s settled,” he clapped his hands and closed the file. “We dug up a big daddy, are you satisfied?”
