"Xiaojun, when Xiaojuan comes over, you two should go to your grandfather's study together. I have something to talk to you about." Wang Wenjun ordered.
Go to the study? Zhu Xiaojun shuddered as he recalled the dark statue, the endless chanting, and the pain that radiated from within his body.
"Xiaojun, did you hear that?" Wang Wenjun couldn't help but raise his voice when he saw Zhu Xiaojun didn't say anything.
"Grandma, I heard you." Zhu Xiaojun replied, then headed towards his room. No, to be more precise, he headed towards the guest room. Ever since their family bought the He family's old house, Zhu Xiangyang, besides Zhu Xiangyang and his wife, was the only one living here. The rest of the Zhu family had all moved to the He family's old house—oh no! It was now called the Zhu Residence.
"Xiaojun, why are you going into your brother's room? You can live in the room next door." Wang Wenjun couldn't help but shout when she saw Zhu Xiaojun trying to reach out and push the door of Zhu Xiaoshan's room.
"Ah? Okay grandma." Zhu Xiaojun withdrew his hand that was pushing the door, took a few more steps, pushed open the door next door, and threw himself onto the bed.
Zhu Xiaojun's mind was a little confused. He didn't know if he had guessed a little bit of the truth or if it was all just his imagination.
Zhu Xiaojun reached out and pressed his trouser pocket. The pocket was hard and contained a necklace, exactly the same as the one Zhu Xiaojun had given to Liu Meiling before.
In the rooftop garden of the Zhou family, General Zhou continued to talk to Zhou Yuanyuan about Zhu Xiangyang.
"There is definitely nothing wrong with Zhu Xiangyang himself, but I don't know whether his family has any secrets. However, someone mentioned a few years ago that there is an elder in the family of Zhu Xiangyang's wife Wang Wenjun who was a famous "witch" in the southwestern mountainous area in the old society." General Zhou couldn't help but sigh when talking about this little-known family affair of Zhu Xiangyang's family.
At that time, the campaign to "break free from feudal superstition" was underway. Wang Wenjun's ancestors had a "witch" story, which was used as leverage to attack Zhu Xiangyang and his wife. If Zhu Xiangyang had been more ruthless and divorced Wang Wenjun, the turmoil would have been mitigated. However, Zhu Xiangyang refused to divorce Wang Wenjun, and as a result, he and his wife suffered greatly during those difficult times. Had it not been for General Zhou's covert protection, they would have nearly lost their lives.
A witch? When Zhou Yuanyuan heard this, a light flashed in her mind.
Zhu Xiaojun lay on the bed, holding the necklace in his hand, looking at it over and over for a long time before he let out a long sigh.
Zhu Xiaojun has been feeling very nervous since he found the pendant next to his pillow this morning.
At first, Zhu Xiaojun thought the pendant had followed him back to the old house. Only after Wang Wenjun reminded him did Zhu Xiaojun realize he had gone to the wrong room last night and slept in Zhu Xiaoshan's. So... was the pendant back to find Zhu Xiaoshan? Or did Zhu Xiaoshan have a pendant identical to his own?
Zhu Xiaojun shook his head, dismissing the unreliable thought. One pendant that could "eat" people was already a rare occurrence, but two? Zhu Xiaojun instinctively thought it was impossible.
What is worrying Zhu Xiaojun now is how to make the pendant "spit out" Liu Meiling?
Zhu Xiaojun imitated Liu Meiling's posture that he had seen last night and pinched the pendant with his thumb and index finger, but no matter how hard he used, the pendant did not crack at all.
Could it be that... everything he saw last night was a dream? Liu Meiling wasn't "eaten" by the pendant, and he hadn't been to the Qingxin Bar. No! No, it was all real, otherwise, Zhou Yuanyuan wouldn't have responded to his greeting just now.
Before last night, Zhu Xiaojun and Zhou Yuanyuan had never spoken a word to each other, and it was impossible for Zhou Yuanyuan to greet him as familiarly as she did just now.
Is it really necessary to find Zhou Yuanyuan to come up with a solution? But Zhou Yuanyuan is busy! By the time she is free, will Liu Meiling be "digested" by the pendant? Zhu Xiaojun felt a chill in his heart when he thought of this possibility.
Suddenly, Zhu Xiaojun remembered that before Liu Meiling disappeared, the crack in the pendant had "sucked up" Liu Meiling's blood. Could it be that blood was needed to unlock the pendant? Thinking of this, Zhu Xiaojun couldn't help but jump out of bed.
The Zhu family didn't have a housekeeper, Zhu Xiangyang and Zhu Xiaoshan weren't home, and Wang Wenjun was tending to her flowers and plants on the roof. Therefore, Zhu Xiaojun successfully found a fruit knife in the kitchen and quickly ran back to his room.
After closing the door, Zhu Xiaojun took a deep breath, picked up the knife and cut his left index finger.
Blood gushed out quickly. Zhu Xiaojun quickly put the pendant in his hand to the bleeding wound.
As Zhu Xiaojun expected, the blood dripping onto the smooth surface of the pendant did not slide away, but was absorbed completely by the pendant.
After hearing a slight "click" sound, the scene in front of Zhu Xiaojun's eyes had changed.
Zhu Xiaojun opened his mouth into a big "O" and couldn't help but reach out to rub his eyes.
What did he see? An endless wheat field?
Zhu Xiaojun's nose caught the scent of earth. Pieces of black soil, like grids, lay scattered across the vast plain. On the black soil lay clumps of wheat. The wheat was ripe, its ears hanging heavy. A gentle breeze rustled the golden waves of wheat.
Where is this? Inside the pendant? This doesn't make sense, does it? How could a pendant the size of a drop of water contain such a vast area? Twenty acres? Thirty acres? Or even more?
Zhu Xiaojun stared blankly for a long while before he began to observe his surroundings.
Behind Zhu Xiaojun were three thatched huts surrounded by fences.
Before Zhu Xiaojun could take a closer look, he saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.
That was Liu Meiling, still wearing the green floral dress she had worn three days ago. She was sitting under the eaves of the thatched hut, tears on her face, her eyes closed, leaning against the door.
Liu Meiling is also here. It seems that he really ran into the pendant?
Zhu Xiaojun let out a soft breath. Before meeting Liu Meiling, he had imagined countless times what the pendant held within it: a mountain of swords? A sea of fire? Or perhaps a surging sea? Or perhaps a world of ice and snow? He had never imagined it would be a bountiful, pastoral landscape.
Who planted all that wheat? Was it the owner of the thatched cottage? Zhu Xiaojun looked out into the distance but saw no other figures.
So much wheat is ripe, at least tens of thousands of pounds, right? It would be such a shame if it rotted in the fields! It would be so much better if it could be harvested and stored in a warehouse.
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