Chapter 5 Chapter 5 The small square box, bang...

The small square box fell onto the table with a thud. The heart was still beating inside. It looked like it could push the box to the ground. Maybe it could even go around the room while no one was paying attention.

"This thing is quite lively?" Nanpu frowned, unable to understand.

"Just find a stone to press it down." Bai Tianming pointed to the yard outside. There were plenty of stones in the yard, and they were easy to find. You couldn't worry about damaging your heart by putting them on the box.

Nanpu nodded and turned to go out to look for stones.

My heart suddenly stopped beating. I tried to hold it in for a while, shivering, but finally I couldn't hold it in anymore. With a bang, it started beating wildly, and the amplitude of the box's beating was even greater than before.

It seems that it is very difficult for this heart to stop beating. If it was beating normally, it shouldn't have pushed the box away. This thing is intentional.

Nan Pu brought the stone back. Bai Tianming placed the stone on the box and said to the heart inside, "Be quiet, or I'll grind you into pieces, bury you in the soil, and let the flowers eat you!"

My heart stopped and I shivered as I rubbed against the box, trying to please him, like a furry rag doll, twisting and turning on the bars of its cage, wanting only to meow.

It’s a pity that the heart doesn’t make a sound, but that’s okay too. This way, I don’t have to worry about being woken up by a sudden beating heart while I’m sleeping at night.

"Be quiet," Bai Tianming repeated, looking at the heart in the box. "Don't knock the box over. If you make too much noise, I can't stand it."

The heart beat in place inside the box, probably as if nodding.

The box was never knocked over again, and the stone on top of the box was never hit. It just lay there diligently, fulfilling its duty, between usefulness and uselessness.

If the heart really wants to fly out, it can probably push the stone away. If not, the stone is just a decoration on the box.

So Bai Tianming took the opportunity to thank Nanpu for picking out a nice stone.

"If it's an ugly stone, I'll be unhappy when I see it." Bai Tianming said to Nanpu seriously.

"I understand." Nan Pu nodded, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"It's getting late," Bai Tianming glanced at the sky, "I don't have anything to do, you should go back and rest."

Nan Pu hesitated to speak: "Don't get too close." That heart doesn't look like a good thing. If it attacks you late at night, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time.

"I understand." Bai Tianming nodded. Nan Pu's concerns were justified, but it was difficult for Bai Tianming to be wary of such a heart.

Besides the fact that this thing was small and could only jump around, and didn't even bite him when he was playing with it in his hands, it was also because this thing looked so familiar to him.

It was almost as if he had one like this many years ago.

He wasn't sure if this was the heart he had received many years ago, so he had to find a time when no one was around to check it out.

If it really is his, then there is nothing to worry about. If it is not his, then it is reasonable to worry, and he will pay attention to it.

Anyway, he hasn't rested yet, so even if something happens, he will have time to react and it won't be a big deal.

Nanpu turned around and left the room, closing the door. Now, only Bai Tianming and the heart were left in the room.

Bai Tianming listened to Nan Pu's footsteps as he left, took the stone off the box, opened the box, took out the heart, held it in his palm and looked at it.

Her heart froze for a moment, staying motionless in the palm of his hand. Within two seconds, she could no longer bear it and slowly began to beat again, thump, thump, thump, thump.

Bai Tianming pinched his heart, as if pinching a furry screaming chicken, and half coaxed and half persuaded: "How did you make Mo Rusheng suddenly feel uncomfortable just now? Do it to me again?"

Her heart froze for a moment, then started pounding wildly. She tried to jump out of his hand, but he held it in place, seemingly unwilling to do so.

Bai Tianming was a little unhappy: "You would rather use your ability on him than on me?"

His heart was beating wildly, as if someone had splashed noodles on it. But he was a mute and couldn't argue with anyone. He was so angry that his whole body turned red and blood started coming out of his forehead.

Bai Tianming pressed the bleeding blood vessel in his heart with his fingers and felt the blood bubbling out from underneath. He suddenly wanted to laugh, but he felt it was not appropriate to do so now. So he said with a half-smile, "If you don't want me to, I'll cut you up."

Bai Tianming thought about it and felt that his sentence might not be clear enough, so he described it in detail: "Use a thin silver-white table knife, roast it over the fire until it is a little red, and then start from your head.

First I'll split you in two, then cut you into pieces, then put you in a pot of gravy, let it swirl around and soak, then after a day or two I'll fish you out and you'll be the same color as the gravy, then I'll bury you in the soil and let the flowers eat you!"

The heart seemed to be frightened and angry, so, with a bang, it turned a little whiter and used its ability on Bai Tianming very seriously.

Bai Tianming didn't feel anything strange, but he felt a pure and familiar energy flowing from his heart to him, as if the drink was flowing through a straw.

Bai Tianming pinched his heart, and it sprayed blood all over his face with a "puff". He wiped the blood off his face and couldn't help laughing.

There was no mistake. This was his former heart. If it belonged to someone else, when they attacked him, even if he had no reaction, he shouldn't have felt that he had suddenly become stronger.

Only your own heart can have this effect, because your own heart cannot attack itself. Attacking requires energy. If the energy used for attack fails to succeed, it becomes a pure energy transfer.

"Let me ask you," Bai Tianming pinched his heart, took out a handkerchief, wiped his face, and asked slowly, "Who put you in that room?"

His heart beat slowly twice, but he didn't give an answer. He turned to the side, as if he didn't want to say anything.

"Then let me ask you," Bai Tianming didn't really need to know, so he changed the question, "Is there anything in that room that looks similar to you?"

The heart sprayed a stream of blood into his face, meaning: What can be comparable to me? You are talking nonsense!

Bai Tianming wiped his face silently and said, "Forget it. Since you don't want to talk about it, there's nothing to ask."

But he didn't plan to rest just like that.

He first washed the blood off his face and the handkerchief on his hand, wiped the table by the way, then took the heart in his hand, looked at it over and over again, and subconsciously squeezed it.

The heart was about to spurt out blood like a caught squid, asking him to let go, but the opening of the blood vessel was blocked, and the blood swirled around inside and couldn't get out, so it had to be swallowed back.

His heart seemed a little indignant, beating vigorously in Bai Tianming's hand, and asked him what it meant.

Bai Tianming seemed to be lost in thought and murmured, "I remember that my things were dug out directly." He was talking about the heart he dug out a long time ago when he was a demon.

But he didn't do anything special with it after digging it out. Logically, when his demonic body died, the heart should have disappeared as well.

If the heart before him was the same one he had found before, how had it survived to this day? It was still so vibrant, looking completely different from when it was first dug out.

Bai Tianming tentatively transferred his own power into the heart. After checking, he found that there was still some power of other people hidden deep inside the heart.

He sensed the strange power and compared it with the mark he had found on his heart before, confirming that the mark and the power came from the same person, but not himself.

He began to feel that the power was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but for a moment he could not remember when it was or who it was.

Just as Bai Tianming was trying to dispel the power of other people in the heart, he suddenly felt as if he had touched something. He frowned and dug out the thing.

The heart struggled twice but failed to escape, so it had to surrender and lay motionless in Bai Tianming's hand. Bai Tianming held it tightly, and a crack appeared in the middle. Bai Tianming dug out the things inside.

It was an eye that was rolling around.

But this eye doesn't look like a real eye. It's bloody and has blood vessels. It looks more like a toy, but it's very well made.

A round, blue pupil that feels warm and cool to the touch. When the eyeballs move, they are like a clockwork toy, with no sense of life at all.

Bai Tianming put the thing into his mouth and took a bite. It felt like it was made of rubber. It was soft and elastic when chewed. It was neither sweet nor salty, and had no taste, so he spit it out.

There was a little tooth mark on the eye. Bai Tianming used his strength to repair the eye. Tears flowed from his eyes. He looked at him without blinking and made a whimpering sound, which sounded extremely pitiful.

"Don't cry, don't cry," Bai Tianming whispered, "I was just trying the taste, I didn't really bite it, it shouldn't hurt. It's healed now, don't be sad."

The eye started crying even louder. Bai Tianming looked around, worried that Nan Pu and Mo Rusheng, who were nearby, might hear the noise and come knocking on the door. He was so anxious that his face turned red. He hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't cry."

The eye twitched and looked at him, then turned away, still shedding tears, soaking the table with tears.

Bai Tianming wiped the table and coaxed her, "Is there anything you want? I'll go find it for you. I'll give it to you and you'll stop crying. How about that?"

The eye paused, stopped crying, and turned to look at him.