When Chen Xuyang woke up again, he was back in his own bed. He opened his eyes, even thinking he'd had a nightmare. But when he sat up and saw his messy living room, he realized it wasn't a dream; it was real.

The floor and walls of his house were covered in blood and the remains of gnawed flesh. The thick stench of blood in the air made the place seem like a scene from hell. Chen Xuyang nearly fainted again upon seeing these scenes. He summoned his remaining self-control to steady himself, trembling as he pulled out his phone and called the police.

When Hu Shu received the call from Chen Xuyang calling the police, he was a little surprised and said, "Didn't you just say that your jar was fine? How come you changed your words after only half an hour?"

"How would I know?" Chen Xuyang felt like crying. "Help me, police officer! My house looks like a crime scene..."

Hu Shu was helpless. While comforting Chen Xuyang, he instructed, "Then you should come out of your house first and wait downstairs. We will be right there."

Chen Xuyang nodded in agreement.

Leaving the bedroom, one had to pass through the living room. What had been a short distance now felt like a chasm. Chen Xuyang prepared himself for a moment, repeatedly confirming that the object he had seen before fainting was no longer in the living room. Only then did he cautiously take a step forward, intending to leave the house.

But who knew that when he walked to the center of the living room, he found that the minced meat and bones in his living room seemed to be arranged in a pattern. When Chen Xuyang saw the pattern, his first reaction was that it was a magic circle to summon some evil god. He quickly crawled out of the house and closed the door behind him.

It was already very hot in June, but Chen Xuyang still felt cold all over. He waited for a long time downstairs before Hu Shu and Pang Ziqi appeared. When he saw them, his expression was as if he had seen his savior: "Comrade police, you are finally here——"

Hu Shu said: "What's going on?"

Chen Xuyang quickly described the situation in his home, saying that the floor and walls were covered in blood, and there was a magic circle made of flesh and bones in the middle of the living room. He could tell at a glance that the person who created all this had a sinister mind and definitely wanted to kill him. He was definitely not a good person. He spoke so convincingly and with such confidence that the listeners felt an inexplicable chill down their spines.

Fortunately, Pang Ziqi remained calm and said, "Let's go up and take a look first."

So the three of them took the elevator back. Although Chen Xuyang was very scared and reluctant to go back, he had to go home sooner or later...

After opening the door with his key, Hu Shu saw the situation inside the room. It was pretty much the same as Chen Xuyang's description. The room was in a complete mess. While other things hadn't been touched, there were traces of blood everywhere. Turning his head, he saw the evil god pattern that Chen Xuyang had mentioned.

"Let's go in and take a look." In order to prevent any accidents, Pang Ziqi took out his gun.

Hu Shu nodded, and his expression became serious.

The two of them carefully entered the house, one in front and one behind. They first checked each room to make sure no one else was there. The jar was still in the storage room, just as Chen Xuyang had said. Hu Shu took it out and placed it on the table in the living room, asking Pang Ziqi to keep an eye on it to prevent any accidents.

"What's going on with this jar?" Chen Xuyang trembled. "Officer Hu, didn't you say it was a good jar?"

Hu Shu looked at Chen Xuyang meaningfully: "Yes, you are still alive."

Chen Xuyang: “…”

Hu Shu said, "If this is a broken jar, I think it would be your neighbor who calls the police, not you."

Chen Xuyang was speechless.

Pang Ziqi turned his attention to the evil god pattern in the living room and began to examine it carefully. However, the more he looked, the stranger his expression became. Hu Shu couldn't help but ask, "Pang Ziqi, what did you see?"

Pang Ziqi turned around and glanced at Chen Xuyang: "Your birthday is in June?"

Chen Xuyang asked nervously, "Right...does this have anything to do with my birth date?"

Pang Ziqi said, "Twenty-sixth birthday?"

Chen Xuyang nodded quickly. "Officer Pang, why are you asking this? Is there something special about my birthday that made me the chosen sacrifice?"

Pang Ziqi: "...watch fewer horror movies."

Chen Xuyang: "What's going on?"

Pang Ziqi pointed at the so-called evil god pattern and motioned for Chen Xuyang to go and see for himself. Chen Xuyang was initially terrified, but under Pang Ziqi's stern gaze, he trembled and looked towards the evil god pattern. After only ten seconds, Chen Xuyang's expression became the same as Pang Ziqi's: "This... this... what's going on?"

Hu Shu sighed and patted Chen Xuyang on the shoulder: "I knew yours was a good jar..."

I saw that the so-called evil god pattern was not a totem at all, but a few words made of flesh and bones - Chen Xuyang, happy 26th birthday.

Although the spelling was crude and the image was bloody, it was indeed just these few words, and it looked like it was quite difficult to complete. Hu Shu was so moved by it that he shed a tear: "Look, they are celebrating your birthday."

Chen Xuyang looked at the font and felt a dull pain in his chest. He didn't know what to say again.

Pang Ziqi walked to the center of the pattern and picked up a few pieces of meat and bones. After a simple inspection, he determined that they were not human bones, but should be from birds or other animals, because these bones were very thin and did not exist at all in the human skeletal structure.

"So it's nothing." Hu Shu comforted Chen Xuyang, "They must have worked hard to put it up for a long time."

Chen Xuyang: "..." His consciousness was a little fuzzy.

Hu Shu said, "How about this, you just hold on for two more days and see. If it really doesn't work, I'll call someone else to help and get rid of the jar."

Chen Xuyang whispered, "How should we deal with this?"

Hu Shu said, "Just smash it, what else can you do?"

When Chen Xuyang heard about the can being smashed, his expression became more complicated. Smashing the can was something he could do himself, but the problem was that he would have done it long ago. Wasn't it because he couldn't bear to do it that he put it off until now? Furthermore, it didn't seem like the thing really had any ill intentions towards him, so smashing it like that seemed a bit unreasonable.

"Okay, let me take another look." That was all Chen Xuyang could say.

Pang Ziqi said, "This thing understands human nature. You can try to communicate with it. What if you can teach it?"

Chen Xuyang: "...Okay."

After the police call, Hu Shu and Pang Ziqi left, leaving Chen Xuyang alone at home, eating and cleaning. He looked at the jar with a complicated expression. Fortunately, he bought this house to live alone, otherwise the landlord or roommate would be scared and move out if they saw the bloody handprints in the house.

After cleaning, Chen Xuyang touched the smooth surface of the jar and decided to have a good talk with it, although he didn't know if the jar could understand...

Lu Qingjiu didn't know what had happened to Hu Shu. After eating the lamb skewers that day, he couldn't forget the taste of the stall. He also tried to mix the seasoning himself, but it always felt a little lacking in flavor. So he thought about going back to try it. Bai Yuehu and Yin Xun both agreed with Lu Qingjiu's suggestion, but before they could set a time, Hu Shu called Lu Qingjiu again, saying that someone wanted to treat them to a meal.

"Someone invited us to dinner?" Lu Qingjiu was curious. "Who?"

Hu Shu said vaguely that you will know when you come.

Lu Qingjiu's eyes turned, and he immediately understood: "Is there something else that can't be solved?"

Hu Shu said, "Well... forget it?"

Lu Qingjiu hit the nail on the head: "Could it be that the jar from that day hasn't been dealt with yet?"

Hu Shu sighed and said that it was not that there was no solution, but the solution was a bit subtle, which led to the reporter always calling the police frequently. It was okay once or twice, but after so many times, their police force was a bit tight.

"Call the police frequently? Why do you still call the police frequently when the problem has been resolved?" Lu Qingjiu didn't understand.

Hu Shu was particularly helpless: "Even though no one was killed, every time I opened the door I could see broken bones and flesh all over the floor. Any normal person would be terrified."

Lu Qingjiu asked in surprise: "Then why didn't he just throw the jar away?" Logically speaking, even if it was a family heirloom, it had caused such a thing. How cruel would the person be to keep the jar at home?

Hu Shu said with a bitter face: "That's where the problem lies."

Lu Qingjiu: "What do you mean?"

Hu Shu said, "Those broken bones and pieces of flesh are all spelled out in Chinese characters, like "You've worked hard today," "Remember to rest," and "Remember to go to bed early..."

Lu Qingjiu was drinking water, but when he heard this, he almost spit it out. It took him a while to recover, and he said with a cough: "Did I hear it right? It is using minced meat and bones to spell these words?"

Hu Shu said helplessly, "You heard right. The most exciting thing was that one day the person who reported the crime came home and saw a big peach heart printed on his ceiling with bloody handprints..."

Lu Qingjiu covered his face, wanting to laugh, but also felt a little gloating, but to be honest, this was really too funny.

"Then we realized we couldn't communicate with the jar," Hu Shu said. "Although it can sense our emotions, they're just emotions. It seems it can't understand the literal meaning." He said with a hint of helplessness, "So I wanted to ask, Brother Lu, if you could help communicate with the jar and ask it to stop expressing its concern for the homeowner in such an irritating way."

Lu Qingjiu laughed heartily and said, "I'll go ask, but I can't guarantee it will work."

"Okay, if that's okay, let's have dinner tomorrow night." Hu Shu said, "What would you like to eat?"

Lu Qingjiu said, "Let's just talk about the lamb skewers we had that day. They were delicious. The two of us at home have been talking about them these past few days."

Hu Shu agreed.

Afterwards, Lu Qingjiu told Bai Yuehu about this, and Bai Yuehu agreed easily. Communicating with the can took no effort at all, not to mention a delicious lamb kebab meal.

This lamb kebab has some special ingredients, which can be regarded as the boss's secret recipe. No matter how hard I try, I can't get the taste. It feels like something is missing. Lu Qingjiu thought about trying it a couple more times to see if he could get any taste experience.

It was another hot night. Lu Qingjiu drove a small truck and took Yin Xun and Bai Yuehu to the barbecue stall.

After Lu Qingjiu parked the car, he saw Hu Shu talking to a young man with a sad face. He walked over and Hu Shu hurriedly introduced the identities of several people.

Lu Qingjiu also learned that the name of the person who reported the case was Chen Xuyang.

To be honest, Lu Qingjiu and the other two stood out when they were together. They were all good-looking, but their personal styles were very different. Although Bai Yuehu was extremely handsome, his face was expressionless, and he seemed not very talkative, and he looked like he was not easy to get along with. Yin Xun still looked like a teenager, grinning and laughing, revealing a cute canine tooth. Lu Qingjiu was handsome and gentle, and almost everyone who wanted to talk to him would involuntarily start with him. The only thing the three of them had in common was that the first thing they did after sitting down was to show a longing expression towards the grill of lamb kebabs - it seemed that they were indeed hungry.

Chen Xuyang hurriedly explained that the lamb skewers he ordered had been grilled and would probably be served in a while.

Lu Qingjiu then retracted his gaze and said, "I already know about you. Did you bring that jar?"

"I brought it, I brought it." Chen Xuyang said hurriedly.

As he spoke, he stood up and took down a package from the bicycle next to him. Inside the package were the two jars that Lu Qingjiu had seen before.

"I didn't know where it was hiding, so I brought them all with me," Chen Xuyang explained.

Lu Qingjiu asked, "What do you want to say to it?"

Chen Xuyang said: "I just want it to stop sending me those things."

Lu Qingjiu asked: "For example?"

Chen Xuyang: "For example, he went to bed early with minced meat..." God damn it, how could he sleep looking at all that meat on the floor? It forced him to spend an hour cleaning every day, and there were several large bags of minced meat thrown around the house every day, making the neighbors look at him with strange eyes. This wasn't the worst. The worst was that one time a delivery man came to his door and saw bloody handprints on his walls and floor when he passed the takeaway through the crack of the door. He watched helplessly as the delivery man's face turned pale, turned around and ran away, running like a rabbit being chased by a dog, and he couldn't catch up.

Then two hours later, he received a call from Hu Shu, asking him to be careful about the impact, as it would be bad if he really scared someone...

Lu Qingjiu nodded and handed the jar to Bai Yuehu.

Bai Yuehu reached out to take it, tapped his fingers on the jar, and made a series of strange sounds, as if speaking a special language. Lu Qingjiu had definitely never heard of this language, but the miraculous thing was that he actually understood the meaning of Bai Yuehu's words. He didn't know if it was because of the quarter dragon blood in his body.

Bai Yuehu relayed Chen Xuyang's request to the jar, which responded after hearing it. The response was so quiet that Lu Qingjiu could only vaguely hear it. In the end, he simply put his ear against the jar to hear it clearly.

The other people were waiting nervously nearby, but judging by their expressions, it seemed that none of them heard the sound coming from the jar.

After listening for a while, Lu Qingjiu's expression became more and more strange. He glanced at Chen Xuyang and then at the jar.

Chen Xuyang's scalp numbed when he saw Lu Qingjiu's eyes, and he almost blurted out, "Doctor, can I still be saved?"

Bai Yuehu was much calmer. He repeated Chen Xuyang's request to Guanzi, made a series of regulations on Guanzi's behavior, and asked it to promise not to express its concern in this way again.

Lu Qingjiu almost understood what was going on. He straightened up and asked Chen Xuyang, "Did you sell your old house last month?"

Chen Xuyang uttered a bewildered "Why are you suddenly asking this...you..." He then reacted, looked at the jar, then at Lu Qingjiu, "Did it tell you?!"

Lu Qingjiu said: "Yes."

Chen Xuyang sighed, a look of sadness on his face. He explained that his father had been ill and had been borrowing money for treatment. He had sold almost everything that needed to be sold, leaving only the old house and the apartment he currently lived in. However, even if he sold the apartment, he wouldn't be able to pay off the debt, so he had no choice but to sell the old house...

Lu Qingjiu said: "It has no ill will towards you, it is just worried about you."

Chen Xuyang nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Your salary is low, and you eat instant noodles every night." Lu Qingjiu succinctly relayed the jar's words, "It's worried that you'll eat too much instant noodles and not get enough nutrition, so it wants to give you a snack."

Chen Xuyang: “…”

"The meat is all bird meat, and it tastes very good." Lu Qingjiu said this with a smile in his voice, "You can eat it." The habits of this jar are somewhat similar to those of a cat. It is afraid that its owner will starve to death, so it goes through a lot of trouble to bring some small things home and put them in front of its owner, trying to feed the big cat that it thinks is clumsy and cannot hunt.

"Ah! I get it, but this can't be eaten." Chen Xuyang said quickly, "Please tell it not to send it to me..."

"Yeah." Lu Qingjiu nodded, "I've told it everything. It probably won't bring those things back again in the future."

Chen Xuyang breathed a sigh of relief and felt inexplicably warm in his heart. Although the way this jar cared for people was not quite right, he could still feel its good intentions.

"Also..." Lu Qingjiu said, "It asked if you needed any other help."

"Help?" Chen Xuyang became interested. He asked, "Can it fulfill my three wishes or something?"

Lu Qingjiu: "...if all three of your wishes are to eat meat."

Chen Xuyang: “…”Forget it then.

"But is there any way for me to understand what it's saying?" Chen Xuyang asked, "Otherwise we won't be able to communicate."

After Bai Yuehu finished translating, he quietly ate his mutton skewers nearby. Upon hearing Chen Xuyang's question, he said calmly, "Of course you can, but it's a bit troublesome."

Chen Xuyang was still full of interest: "How to do it?"

Bai Yuehu said, "Just worship it as your family god."

The household deity is a folk deity in China, said to protect the family. After offering sacrifices to the household deity, it becomes a member of the entire family, and offerings are made to the household deity during festivals and ancestral worship. Bai Yuehu suggests that this jar may have some connotations of a household deity, but later, Chen Xuyang's clansmen stopped offering sacrifices to it, so its divinity gradually faded and it degenerated into a demon.

Chen Xuyang listened intently. This was his first encounter with such things. After hearing Bai Yuehu's description, he immediately remembered his parents' mention of the jar. They said their ancestors had indeed worshipped it, but with the passage of time, such sacrifices were abolished. The jar was then placed in storage as a cultural relic. Later, when their family fell on hard times, they never considered selling it.

The jar had been quiet before, until Chen Xuyang sold the old house, and then it started to behave strangely.

After Lu Qingjiu and Bai Yuehu's conversation, Chen Xuyang learned that the jar had been dormant and had only been awakened by the change of ownership of the Chen family's old house. Upon awakening, he was shocked to discover that Chen Xuyang was the only child left in the Chen family, and that their living quarters and food were extremely cheap. He was immediately heartbroken and wanted to offer his concern.

But Chen Xuyang couldn't accept this way of caring...

"Then does its true form look like a human?" Chen Xuyang thought of the monster with long hair he had seen. To be honest, he still hasn't seen what the monster looked like clearly. He only remembers its pair of green eyes and thin and dense teeth.

"True identity?" Lu Qingjiu asked, "It didn't say that."

Chen Xuyang said: "Okay, I understand."

Even though the matter was resolved in this way, both sides reached a consensus. Jar promised not to bring back strange things to Chen Xuyang, and Chen Xuyang promised not to abandon him and to work hard to redeem the old house as soon as possible. Of course, in order to understand Jar's words sooner, Chen Xuyang decided to continue to worship it after returning. After all, the White Moon Fox said that if he consumed enough incense and candles, he and Jar would be able to communicate.

After getting rid of the jar, everyone happily ate the lamb skewers. Hu Shu and Pang Ziqi both breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they finally didn't have to go through all the trouble anymore.

After everyone had their fill of food and drink, they dispersed. Lu Qingjiu carried Yin Xun and Bai Yuehu, both with bulging bellies, home. After parking the car, the three of them took a short walk through the village before heading to bed. It was getting dark, and villagers could be seen strolling around everywhere. However, after learning that there were no living people in the village, Lu Qingjiu felt a bit complicated. It wasn't scary, but it wasn't exactly scary either. He felt a chill running down his spine.

The White Moon Fox's wound is slowly healing, but the healing speed is very slow. It seems that the injury is still serious. There has been no news about Ao Run recently, as if the snow took away everything.

The days were peaceful but not dull. Lu Qingjiu rubbed Bai Yuehu's chin, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day after eating barbecue, when Chen Xuyang returned home, he no longer saw the pieces of meat on the ground, but saw a bowl of instant noodles on the table, still emitting steam.

On the note paper that was left on the table last night, three beautiful Chinese characters were written in a flamboyant style: Go to bed early.

Chen Xuyang looked at the note and couldn't help laughing. He stood up, picked up the can from the sofa in the living room, put it next to the instant noodles, and said with a smile, "Come, eat instant noodles with me."

The jar shook slightly. Although he didn't know what it meant, Chen Xuyang still reached out and scratched the jar as if scratching a puppy's chin.

The jar happily spun around on the table twice and almost fell to the ground.

"Everything will be fine." Chen Xuyang picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of instant noodles. "Come on, Chen Xuyang!"

Come on!! Can shouted silently beside him.

The author has something to say: The White Moon Fox made a word with its tail.

Lu Qingjiu said: Don’t… stop…

Bai Yuehu: You said it.

Lu Qingjiu: ???