Chapter 444: The Hunched Old Man
"My grandmother has excellent craftsmanship. It was because I grew up watching her make porcelain that I fell in love with this trade."
Lin Qing's grandmother is also well-known in the circle, but no one knows where her master comes from.
My grandmother never got married in her life, and she never mentioned a word about her past, not even to her or her mother.
Until last time, when Lin Qing and her grandmother were shopping, they came across this piece of white porcelain. At that time, her usually calm grandmother suddenly changed her expression and fell ill after returning home.
After she asked, her grandmother told her:
Baici Town.
All of my grandmother's porcelain-making skills came from there.
At the beginning, Song family porcelain was famous, and countless people wanted to know how such white porcelain was fired, and some even tried to steal the secret recipe by any means necessary.
Grandma is one of them.
The Song family is well-known for its kindness in the local area, and Mr. Song is even more famous for being a kind-hearted person. He often takes in homeless people, arranges for them to do some work within their ability in the porcelain factory, and gives them food to eat.
She disguised herself as a homeless person and easily sneaked into the Song family.
The Song family has two sons, and grandma was assigned to serve in the younger master's courtyard.
The young master had studied abroad, was gentle as jade, and was polite to his servants.
Grandma secretly learned a lot of porcelain making skills from him, and she would ask questions tactfully when she didn't understand something. The young master was not wary and always answered patiently.
In this way, in addition to the core porcelain-making technology, grandma learned a lot of knowledge in this area.
During these days of living together, grandma unknowingly fell in love with the young master.
While she was debating whether to reveal her identity, strange things happened to the porcelain sold by the Song family, and even various strange things began to happen in the Song family's old house.
First, porcelain shattered for no reason, ghost cries were heard at night, and even someone died.
The housekeeper hanged himself for unknown reasons.
For a time, the Song family was in chaos. Mr. Song was extremely worried and invited a Taoist priest.
"The Taoist priest saw through grandma's identity and insisted that it was grandma's fault, and wanted to use her blood to quell the disaster."
"Grandma was left speechless and tied up in the woodshed, waiting to die. But when she woke up, she was lying in the grass a few hundred meters away... and the Song family had been reduced to a sea of fire."
After saying this, Lin Qing took a deep breath and said, "This is the story my grandma told me."
"If someone really mixed ashes into the porcelain clay and caused the series of disasters that befell the Song family, that person definitely wouldn't be Grandma."
"After I brought that piece of white porcelain home, strange things did happen. Grandma's health also deteriorated... I thought this might be God's chance to find out the truth about the Song family and put her worries to rest."
She looked at Jiang Xu and said, "This is all I know. I won't hide anything."
Jiang Xu nodded gently: "I believe you."
"You haven't been sleeping well at night lately, have you?" Jiang Xu suddenly asked.
Lin Qing nodded in surprise: "Indeed... I keep dreaming of a woman crying, and her voice is very shrill. But other than that, there's nothing unusual."
"The resentment of that porcelain has affected you." Jiang Xu said, raising his hand and gently patting her forehead.
Lin Qing felt a warm current flowing into him, and he felt a lot more relaxed.
"Thank you, Master Jiang."
Jiang Xu took out two pieces of talisman paper and handed them to her: "Keep one with you, and give the other to your grandmother."
A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Qing's eyes. He solemnly took the talisman, thanked him, and took it out.
After she left, Jiang Yue, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, couldn't help but say, "So Grandma Lin Qing really had nothing to do with what happened back then?"
Tang Yue said: "It doesn't seem like a lie."
Zhao Xin nodded. "After all, all the members of the Song family died in that fire. If her grandmother really wanted to hide this, she could have taken the secret to her grave. There's no need to tell anyone about it."
Everyone only knows what they see, but what exactly happened to the Song family back then?
Lu Jiawen frowned: "Who was responsible for that fire and the porcelain curse? Normally, it should depend on who benefits the most...but this matter..."
"With the extinction of the Song family, the art of white porcelain was lost, and no one benefited from it."
Several people looked at each other.
Jiang Xu calmly sipped his tea and said, "Why rush? Once we get to the Song residence tonight, the truth will naturally come out."
…
Night falls.
After Jiang Xu and the others had packed up, Song Jiande ran over panting.
Mrs. Song was nowhere to be seen.
Before anyone could ask, he took the initiative to explain: "Master, I'm sorry, my wife is not feeling well and is not suitable for coming here. I'll let her rest at home. It shouldn't be a problem."
He couldn't help but look at Jiang Xu's reaction, but the moment he met her dark eyes, he couldn't help but look away.
I just feel a little guilty for some reason.
Jiang Xu: "Lead the way."
Song Jiande led everyone to the Song family's old house.
The old house is located at the outermost edge of the town. The walls with flying eaves and upturned corners cast dark shadows in the moonlight, vaguely showing its former glory.
only……
Jiang Xu looked at the evil energy rising into the sky, his eyes fixed.
The resentment and evil spirit here are even stronger than she imagined.
[This house looks so eerie right now.]
[I'm already getting goosebumps...]
Song Jiande rubbed his arms: "Every time I pass by here, I feel a little cold. Do you feel the same..."
No one responded to his words.
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Song Jiande's face. At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded from behind him, and a pair of cold hands were placed on his shoulders from behind.
"Ahhhh!" he screamed in fright, his heart almost jumping out of his throat!
"It's me... cough cough cough."
A young man supported a hunchbacked old man and walked in front of everyone.
The old man had a head full of white hair and half of his face was covered with burn marks.
And that young man... Jiang Xu recognized him as the one who had reacted unusually in the hotel before and sneaked out.
The old man looked at Lin Qing and said in a hoarse voice, "It's been very uneasy here lately. It's best not to take any risks."
"But my son is still inside!" Song Jiande said anxiously.
The old man looked at Lin Qing and saw that she also had a resolute expression. He sighed and said, "Forget it. I'll take you in. I used to work for the Song family and have been guarding this house for many years. I know it better than you do."
"Old man, wait a moment."
Jiang Xu walked up to the two of them and took out two pieces of talisman paper.
The young man took the talisman paper and instantly felt that the cold feeling in his body dissipated a lot.
Song Jiande's eyes lit up and he smiled flatteringly: "Master, can you give me your amulet..."
"Let's go."
Before he could finish his words, Jiang Xu had already stepped inside.
Song Jiande's cheek twitched, but thinking of his son, he could only grit his teeth and follow.
When I stepped into the yard, it was overgrown with weeds and filled with the smell of dust and dampness.
The air was extremely quiet.
Suddenly, with a bang, the door closed.
Song Jiande shuddered all over.
Jiang Xu didn't react much. After taking a few steps, he suddenly smelled blood.
When I walked up, I saw a cat lying in the grass, looking miserable and dead.
"Who did this? It's too cruel!" Tang Yue covered his mouth and couldn't help cursing.
Jiang Xu said coldly, "It should be said, which ghost did it?"
ghost?
Song Jiande gasped, his body went limp, and he leaned against the tree.
Is there really a ghost in this house?
He hugged himself and shivered. Suddenly, one or two drops of dew dripped down.
Song Jiande wiped it casually and found that Zhao Xin and others were looking at him with horrified expressions.
Tang Yue stretched out her hand: "You, the top of your head..."
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