Sitting in the car, Li Huai seemed a little anxious, constantly leaning forward to look in our direction.

They were afraid we would get lost or something might happen to us.

"How the hell are we supposed to find it? Even if the house is still there, the water tank is long gone, and the bricks..."

Luo Tianhe's patience was also exhausted, and he began to curse under his breath.

Suddenly, before he could finish speaking, he seemed to trip over something and almost fell.

Luckily, I was nearby and reached out to catch him, instinctively shining my flashlight on the spot where he tripped.

It was a piece of something half-buried in the rubble, with a rough texture, rough edges, and a rounded arc that resembled the fragments of a large water vat.

Luo Tianhe and I exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

You search high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly.

We perked up and quickly cleared away the surrounding rubble. Soon, the outline of an old water vat, mostly broken and upside down in the ruins, came into view.

The water vat was very large, the kind commonly used in old-fashioned households. The vat was thick and heavy, and its surface was covered with moss and stains.

I remember having these kinds of jars in my hometown, but they weren't used for storing drinking water.

Back then, I would catch small fish and shrimp in the river and throw them in, but they usually didn't survive.

"The water vat is here, so the east wall of the old house should be nearby too!" Luo Tianhe was a little excited. This problem had been bothering us for so long, and it seemed that we were finally about to see a glimpse of it.

Centered on the water tank, we carefully shone our flashlights around it. To the east was a tall, dilapidated wall made of red bricks, which was already in a terrible state of disrepair.

"At the base of the east wall, under the third brick," I muttered, as Luo Tianhe and I huddled together under the broken wall, counting bricks one by one from the corner.

Although most of the bricks were severely weathered and covered with moss, they were still laid quite solidly.

When I counted to the third brick, I touched it and it felt a little loose.

"This is it!" I said confidently, exchanging a glance with Luo Tianhe. We both saw the tension and anticipation in each other's eyes.

I took a deep breath and handed the flashlight to Luo Tianhe so he could shine it on him.

Then I took out the lightning sword and slowly inserted the blade into the gap between the brick and the brick next to it.

"Master, how could you do such a thing to me?" Thunder Strike Sword's voice echoed in my mind, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

"Ahem, a true man, well, a great swordsman can bend and stretch!" I casually replied, without stopping my work at all.

However, it hasn't spoken to me for a long time, perhaps because it almost got infected before.

It did not speak again.

The brick was indeed loose. With a little force, I pried it off the wall and removed the whole red brick.

Behind the brick was a hole in the wall, neither too big nor too small, and inside the hole was a small square wrapped tightly in oilcloth.

I suppressed my excitement and gently used the lightning sword to pry the oilcloth package out and place it on the ground.

The oilcloth was old and covered in dust, but it was wrapped very carefully, and you could tell it was the work of a girl.

I crouched down and, instead of touching it directly with my hands, carefully used the lightning sword to untie the knot wrapped in the oilcloth.

The layers of tarpaulin were unfolded, revealing what was inside.

However, it wasn't a diary, but a black and white photograph and a small object wrapped in red velvet.

I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Luo Tianhe sighed and leaned over to look at the photo.

The photo has yellowed and the edges are curled, but the image is still relatively clear.

The photo shows a young couple standing under a willow tree.

The man was wearing a white shirt, had his hair styled in the parted way popular at the time, and smiled naturally.

The woman was wearing a floral dress and had her hair in two braids. She was holding the man's arm, and the two looked very well-matched.

"Those two should be Xiao Fang and Liu Guohua, right?" Luo Tianhe said.

I nodded; it was pretty much the truth.

"Heh, this Liu Guohua, he looks like a bad guy!"

Luo Tianhe spat.

To be honest, this is purely his personal prejudice. Although Liu Guohua isn't particularly handsome, he's at least reasonably decent-looking.

Besides, how can you tell if someone is a good person or not just from a photo?

This photo must be one of the few photos of them together, which is why Xiaofang cherishes it so much and keeps it here.

I picked up the red velvet bag, gently opened it, and inside was a pair of silver bracelets.

The bracelet has a simple design, but it is polished very smoothly. Over the years, it has oxidized and turned black, but you can still see the exquisite craftsmanship of that time.

She also hid the token of love that Liu Guohua gave her here.

"Brother Yan, Brother Luo! Come quick, something's happened!"

Suddenly we heard Li Huai shouting.

I quickly wrapped the photos and silver bracelet back in the oilcloth, stuffed them into my pocket, and ran toward the source of the sound.

It was heading in the direction of our van. At that moment, the van's headlights were flashing wildly, and its engine was roaring, but it remained stationary!

The driver's side door was open, and Li Huai leaned half his body out of the car, waving frantically in our direction, looking anxious.

We rushed to the car and saw the wooden box wrapped in black cloth inside the carriage, which was now shaking violently in the back seat.

"That thing is up to its old tricks again!" Li Huai said through gritted teeth.

At this moment, most of the black cloth had been thrown off, revealing the wooden box covered with talismans. The box was being pushed up from the inside, making loud clanging noises, and it looked like it was about to be unable to be suppressed!

Zhou Ming, who had been slumped in the back seat, suddenly sat up, his back to us, head down, shoulders swaying, emitting a low, eerie chuckle.

"Damn it, misfortunes never come singly! How did Zhou Ming get possessed again!" Luo Tianhe roared, gripping his baton tightly, but not daring to step forward rashly.

After all, neither attacking the box nor attacking Zhou Ming seems quite appropriate.

I took out the oilcloth bag I had just found, held it tightly in my hand, and calmed down a little.

Xiao Fang's remnant soul sensed the aura of the thing she cherished most in her life and went berserk!

Whether it's a blessing or a curse, it's all up to this moment!

Inside the carriage, Zhou Ming's head was bowed, his back stiff, his laughter intermittent, mixed with indistinct, almost delirious words:

"Give it to me, give it to me!"

On the other side, the wooden box vibrated more and more violently, and from the gap between the lid and the box body, yin energy poured out like ink!

The few remaining yellow talismans pasted on it had begun to curl and turn black at the edges, and the cinnabar writing on them was also fading.

The red cloth shoes were about to break free from the box!

Suddenly, I realized something was wrong.

Xiao Fang's remnant soul was clearly still inside Zhou Ming's body.

So, whose resentment is contained in those red cloth shoes wrapped in the black box?!