Chapter 445 Human Bones
"Song Le! Song Le!"
Song Jiande didn't care about being afraid and ran towards the sound.
On the swing, Song Le was swaying gently, humming a strange tune and laughing.
No…his son never smiled like that.
Song Jiande's whole body stiffened and his breathing stagnated.
Noticing the movement, Song Le slowly raised his head, his eyes swept over Lin Qing, he suddenly sat up straight, and stared at her straight.
Lin Qing felt a chill on her back when she was looked at by him, and the old servant hurried to her side.
Everyone also noticed the abnormality.
Song Le's eyes and expression were completely unlike the reaction of someone who had entered a haunted house.
And that weird singing voice...
It's more like being possessed by something.
Just when everyone was about to speak, Song Le's gaze slowly shifted to Jiang Xu, and he spoke politely:
"You smell like the dead man... Did you kill him?"
Hearing the tone of his voice, the old man's pupils trembled.
Jiang Xu sighed softly: "You are injured."
"Well, I can't hold on much longer... I'm really going to die this time, my soul will be scattered."
"No." Jiang Xu shook his head. "Get off him. Everything is over."
Song Le slowly looked around the dilapidated courtyard. "Everyone in this house, good or bad... almost all died. Only a few of us lonely souls are left..." He laughed bitterly. "It should have ended long ago."
"No," Jiang Xu's eyes were sharp. "Only when the truth is revealed and the souls of those who died unjustly can be brought to justice will there be true closure."
"Besides, that person has been waiting for you all this time. Don't you want to see her one last time?"
Song Le's fingertips trembled slightly, and he looked into her eyes and suddenly smiled: "...Thank you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black smoke floated out from Song Le's body.
It's a man.
He was wearing a long gown, had handsome features, and a gentle and refined temperament.
The old servant's eyes turned red: "Master, it's you, it's really you."
Song Le collapsed and sat on the ground. Song Jiande hurried over to help him up.
"Son, son, what's wrong with you..."
Song Le blinked, as if suddenly waking up, his pupils suddenly contracted, his face turned pale, his whole body trembled like a sieve, and he screamed heartbreakingly:
"Ghost! There's a ghost!! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm just here to find Bai Ci, I didn't do anything!!"
"It's none of my business, don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
Song Jiande hugged his son tightly: "It's okay, it's okay, Dad has hired a master for you, he's right here, don't be afraid..."
Song Le turned around in shock, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow passing by. He was immediately frightened out of his wits, pointing at Jiang Xu and screaming, "Master! That's the ghost! He possessed me and wants to kill me! Kill him! Kill him now and avenge me!"
"Revenge?" Jiang Xu sneered, his voice faint.
"If it weren't for him, do you think that hanged man on the tree would have let you go? He would have scared you to death eight hundred times."
Song Le was stunned.
It seems that he should thank this ghost?
He opened his mouth to say something, but Song Jiande quickly covered his mouth.
What a joke! He finally understood that Master Jiang would not be persuaded by anything.
If his son said anything disrespectful again, he would be struck on the top of his head by thunder in the next second.
He pulled Song Le up and wanted to leave this damn place. After taking a few steps, he found that everyone was still standing there without moving.
"Aren't you leaving yet?" Song Jiande asked.
"Leave? Don't you two want to know the real secret recipe of the Song family's white porcelain? Leave now?" The male ghost Song Jiarong smiled.
Song Jiande's heart suddenly started beating.
Yes, he just heard that the old servant called him "young master", which means he is a member of the Song family!
He knows all the secrets of the Song family's white porcelain!
"Where is he? This...uncle?" Song Jiande swallowed and tried to appear less excited.
Song Jiarong turned around and floated in front. Lin Qing looked at his back and followed him.
Song Jiande and Song Le were afraid that they would miss something, so they hurriedly followed.
Jiang Xu and his group walked at the end.
Everyone followed Song Jiarong to the hall, only to see him stop in front of a burnt wall and point.
There was actually a hidden mechanism behind the wall, which contained a tunnel.
Sure enough, he said that the Song family had a trap!
How could so many porcelain pieces disappear overnight?
It turned out that it was hidden underground.
Song Jiande's heart began to beat violently uncontrollably.
"This was found in our Song family, so it should belong to us." Song Jiande deliberately looked at the cameras on Jiang Xu and the others' chests, and a greedy gleam flashed in his eyes.
He left traces in front of the camera, and no one will be able to compete with him in the future.
Jiang Xu looked at him with a half-smile.
"It belongs to you, of course it all belongs to you."
"When the time comes, you must not refuse."
Jiang Yue suddenly stopped and frowned.
He smelled blood.
Zhao Xin took two steps back and grabbed Jiang Yue's sleeve tightly: "Brother...it smells so bloody..."
At this moment, Chen Jiande and his son were already dazzled by the imagined wealth and glory. They did not notice their caution at all and rushed in with red faces.
“Ahhhh—”
A shrill scream suddenly rang out.
Jiang Yue was so frightened that he forgot to even feel happy about other people's misfortune. His hair stood on end.
It's so miserable, what's inside?
Everyone looked at each other, and finally looked at Jiang Xu.
"Let's go." Jiang Xu said.
"Since I'm here."
The cellar was very dark, and the further you went in, the stronger the stench mixed with the smell of blood became, making you feel sick.
When they walked in, they saw a scene that scared everyone to death.
Blood, blood everywhere, staining the walls and the ground dark red.
Above the blood, there were corpses all over the ground, densely packed bones, and rotten internal organs piled in one corner.
Dozens of clay jars were lined up against the wall, overflowing from their mouths were… human skulls.
vomit……
Even though he had prepared himself mentally, Tang Yue's legs still went weak and his stomach churned.
No one told her that the scene was so bloody.
"This... where is this!" Song Jiande collapsed to the ground. He frantically struggled backwards, trying to leave, but his hand hit the cold corpse behind him.
"Ahhhhhh!" My scalp exploded.
The barrage also exploded.
【Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! ! ! 】
[This is a fucking crime scene! ! ! ]
[I vomited my breakfast... This is scarier than a horror movie.]
[Help! I'm watching this from under the covers and I'm feeling terrible now.]
[So many corpses, it can no longer be described as an accident, yet they appeared in the Song family's cellar.]
[This is terrifying when you think about it... Could it be that all of the Song family's white porcelain is...]
"Master, what is going on? This can't be true!" Song Jiande's face was full of horror and he couldn't stop screaming.
Song Jiarong looked at him, sneered, and said something that made everyone shudder: "Don't you want the secret recipe of the Song family's white porcelain? This is it."
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