Seeing this, Song Bo did not say "It's okay" to Su Qingluan who jumped up and ran away, nor did he refute her rashly. He just did as she said for the time being, turned around and placed the night pearl on the high stand where the bonsai was placed in the corner, then left that place and came to where Su Qingluan was.

"Qingluan? Don't be so panicked." Seeing Su Qingluan acting so abnormally, Mu Xingzhi pushed the wheelchair to her side and handed her a cup of still warm tea.

Su Qingluan's cold fingertips touched the warmth of the teacup, and she subconsciously held it in her hands. The warm touch and the faint fragrance of tea leaves wafting into her nose slowly calmed her from the extreme panic she had just felt.

She exhaled lightly and said in a voice that was still slightly trembling, "I'm sorry... I lost my composure."

"Madam Su," Song Bo looked at the night-shining pearl, "Is there something wrong with that pearl?"

Su Qingluan had regained her composure by this time and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't ask for the details. Maybe the situation isn't as bad as I thought."

She looked at Song Bo and Mu Xingzhi and asked, "This 'night pearl' can glow after being exposed to sunlight for a long time, but the light will dim after a period of time. It needs to be exposed to sunlight again to glow again? Or..."

Su Qingluan's voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing the god of death. "Or...even in the dark night, it will still shine brightly without any external light?"

Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo exchanged a glance. Mu Xingzhi pondered for a moment and then said carefully, "I acquired this night-shining pearl a few days ago and have been hanging it in my inner room. Although sunlight streams in during the day when the window is open, the pearl is hung some distance from the window. I wonder if this can be considered 'external light'?"

Su Qingluan's heart tightened when she heard this, and she quickly asked, "Has the light dimmed?" She already knew the answer was probably not optimistic. But people often have a lucky mentality, and they are unwilling to give up even if there is only a tiny hope of one in ten thousand.

However, the answer Su Qingluan expected did not appear. Mu Xingzhi still carefully recalled for a moment, then shook his head with certainty: "No, I have hung the night pearl above the roof. It shines brightly day and night, and has never faded in the slightest."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingluan closed her eyes somewhat helplessly, then took a deep breath. "I'll tell you the details after I've finished what's happening right now. But the most important thing right now is that the night-shining pearl is definitely an ominous object that can bring death. Please have someone build a thick lead box, seal it inside, and bury it deep in the ground—preferably in a desolate place."

Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo did not think that Su Qingluan was talking nonsense just because what she said was very novel. Instead, they took it very seriously.

Fortunately, lead was a very common metal in ancient times, so it was not difficult to find. Soon, the night pearl with a bright blue light was wrapped in lead and buried in the underground in the backyard of Mu Xing's house.

"It's already half a day, so it's inconvenient to move. I'll take the bead to the mass grave at night and bury it there. No one should care about it." Song Bo patted Su Qingluan's shoulder with his thick hands, indicating that she could rest assured.

Su Qingluan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. The oppressive feeling as if the sword of Damocles was hanging over her head finally disappeared.

However, a "sense of oppression" in another sense came one after another - Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo looked at her steadily, and the meaning of that expression was very clear: we have done what you said, now it's your turn to explain the previous series of abnormal behaviors.

Su Qingluan sighed and sat back in her chair. She was actually wondering how to explain the concept of "nuclear radiation" to two ancient people who had no modern scientific knowledge.

After thinking about it, she decided to ignore the theoretical knowledge of the principles and just talk about the harm itself, which was simpler and more intuitive.

"In that case, Song Bo, please sit down and just listen to a story."

Su Qingluan's expression was very heavy, and there was even a hint of fear in it, which made the other two people present realize that the "story" Su Qingluan was talking about might not be as light-hearted and happy as usual.

So Song Bo saluted Mu Xingzhi with a fist, sat on the chair opposite Su Qingluan, and Mu Xingzhi turned the wheelchair to the other side of Su Qingluan.

Su Qingluan sorted out her thoughts and told the horror story called "The Glowing Corpse" that actually happened in Europe in a language that was more acceptable to the two of them.

"Let's say there is a girl who loves beauty. Let's call her 'Li Niang'." Su Qingluan gave the protagonist of this tragic story a name that belongs to this era.

"Li Niang comes from a wealthy family and has owned countless rare treasures since she was a child, including the night-shining pearl she obtained on this day."

Hearing the 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-shining pearl is different from other pearls that need to be placed in the sun during the day to illuminate at night. This one can shine forever on its own. Li Niang loved it so much that she wore it every day—until one day, she accidentally dropped the night-shining pearl and broke it."

"Li Niang was initially heartbroken, but she soon discovered that even if she ground the night-shining pearl into powder, the powder still shimmered, making it perfect for smearing on clothing and jewelry. Li Niang was lively and beautiful, and had many friends her own age. Seeing her clothes shimmer even at night, they found it pleasing to the eye and inquired about the reason."

It was clearly an ordinary story about young women making friends and dressing up, but Su Qingluan's tone revealed a gloomy and ominous feeling.

"Li Niang wasn't a stingy person. That night-shining pearl was as big as an adult's fist, and the amount of powder she ground into was quite substantial. She used some, but there was still plenty left over, so she shared some with her best friends. They even dissolved the powder into rouge and applied it to their lips, or used it as a flower ornament on their foreheads."

"They are delighted to have acquired some little trinket which makes them more beautiful—as they used to be when they acquired a necklace of coral, an emerald bracelet, or a well-made handkerchief."

"But they don't know that this magical powder, which shines even at night, is like a beautiful poison, slowly sucking the life out of them and those around them."