"Jinwen?" Yu Lin was a little confused.

“Yes, in the pre-Qin period, bronze was called ‘gold,’ so the characters cast on bronze ware are called bronze inscriptions.” Nan Xian pointed to one of the characters in the line and explained to him, “Bronze inscriptions are between oracle bone script and seal script. They are more pictographic than oracle bone script and are usually easier to recognize. Look at this character, the top part is extended, and the strokes on the right side are obviously more than those on the left, making it look like a wing. There are also two feet below. Looking at the whole character, doesn’t it look like a bird about to take flight? So it is the character for ‘bird’!”

Yu Lin also realized what was going on. He followed Nan Xian's train of thought and immediately understood, "It really is! Then this thing that looks like a dog... is it the character for 'dog'?"

Nan Xian glanced at it and denied it without thinking, "No, that's the 'fox' in 'fox'."

"A fox?" Yu Lin looked at it again and couldn't help but agree with her answer. He then exclaimed in surprise, "Sister, have you studied bronze inscriptions? That's amazing!"

Nan Xian was stunned by the question. She blinked in confusion, realizing that she had the same question on her mind.

Yes, I've never been particularly interested in history, let alone studying ancient scripts, but I easily recognized it as bronze script just now and even subconsciously corrected Yu Lin's mistake.

Why?

Whose knowledge is it, the one that appears out of nowhere in her mind as a conditioned reflex?

As this question arose, Nan Xian felt a strange sensation travel from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, as if someone were holding an ostrich feather and gently brushing its soft tip along her bones, causing a subtle tingling sensation.

She couldn't help but shudder, trying to shake off the strange feeling.

"Sister, are you feeling unwell?" Yu Lin noticed her unusual behavior.

Nan Xian shook her head and then nodded. She suddenly stood up and paced back and forth a few steps as if she were very anxious.

That strange sensation clung to her like a persistent ailment; it didn't hurt or itch, but it was just inexplicably uncomfortable, giving her a strong urge to leave.

Nan Xian's breathing became rapid. She quickly took a picture of the words, then pointed to the place where the door lock key was, and said quickly, "There's a small box there with the key to the lock. Take me upstairs, and we need to get out of here quickly."

Yu Lin was taken aback, then immediately picked her up by the waist and lifted her up.

Nan Xian took the box down, and as soon as she held it in her hand, she was puzzled for a second, feeling that something was wrong.

It seems that this shouldn't just contain the weight of a key; it's as if there's something else inside.

Her heart skipped a beat, a strange sense of foreboding rising within her. Hesitantly, she slowly opened the box—

What met the eye was a sea of ​​crimson.

Familiar colors, familiar shapes.

Nan Xian stared intently at it, her expression gradually turning strange.

Inside the box lay that peony cinnabar.