Before Zhou Yuanyuan saw any movement from Zhao Qingshan, she felt a pain at the tip of her middle finger. Zhao Qingshan's silver needle had already pierced her middle finger.
Heart blood, as the name suggests, is the blood that flows from the heart. Many people mistakenly believe that it should be drawn directly from the heart. In fact, the first drop of blood squeezed out from the middle finger is the so-called "heart blood".
The Zhao family has passed down a wooden box. Every Zhao family member has one chance in his lifetime to drip his heart's blood on the wooden box, just like dripping blood to recognize relatives. If the wooden box responds, it means that the person is the "destined one".
Zhao Qingshan was actually a little nervous. After all these years, he finally encountered Zhou Yuanyuan, whose talents were somewhat similar to the Zhao family's legendary ancestor. If the wooden box didn't fall for Zhou Yuanyuan's, who knew how many generations it would have to pass down.
Zhao Qingshan couldn't help but hold his breath as he squeezed a drop of blood from the tip of Zhou Yuanyuan's middle finger. The bright red blood dripped onto the half-opened peony carved on the wooden box, like a ruby embedded in the peony petals, bright and dazzling.
Then, the blood drop slowly rolled along the grooves and bumps carved into the peony petals. When it rolled to the center of the peony, it was like encountering a sponge and was immediately absorbed by the black box.
Zhao Qingshan's eyes were fixed on the blood drop in the center of the peony flower, where there was no trace of it, and ecstasy was revealed in his eyes.
In the previous "bonding" ceremony, Zhao Qingshan and Zhao Guohui's blood was squeezed onto a peony flower, rolled a few times, and then ejected from the surface of the wooden box. Does Zhou Yuanyuan's blood being able to enter the box mean that she is indeed the "destined person" of the black box?
Before Zhao Qingshan could think anything more, the black box on the table suddenly emitted a brilliant golden light. The golden light was so bright and dazzling that it stung their eyes, forcing Zhao Qingshan and Zhou Yuanyuan to close their eyes.
Out of curiosity, Zhou Yuanyuan slowed down the circulation of the breath in her body. Even with her eyes closed, she could "see" that under the cover of golden light, the half-opened peony on the box seemed to come alive and gradually bloomed.
Zhou Yuanyuan's mouth dropped open. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that a flower bud carved into wood could actually bloom. Was this world a fantasy? Or had she been dreaming?
Before Zhou Yuanyuan could pinch herself, the pattern on the wooden box changed again. When the peony petals had spread to nine, there was a "click" sound, and a crack appeared on the side of the black box.
The golden light gradually dissipated within a few seconds after the crack appeared, and the black box then turned into a real box with a bottom and a lid that could be opened.
After the golden light completely dissipated, Zhao Qingshan opened his eyes and saw the black box that had changed its appearance.
"Xiaojiu, open the box quickly." Zhao Qingshan's voice trembled with excitement. For so many years, the Zhao family had yet to find a successor who could open this box. This box had always been flawless, made of a material that looked like wood but wasn't, and even fire wouldn't damage it in the slightest.
Zhao Qingshan had assumed his grandfather's dying words were just a legend, but unexpectedly, today, it would be revived in his hands. If his grandfather hadn't once instructed that only the owner of the treasure could open the black box, lest disaster strike, Zhao Qingshan would be eager to open the box himself and see what was inside. What had troubled the Zhao family for so many generations?
Zhou Yuanyuan stood still, a trace of doubt in her heart. This scene, no matter how she looked at it, seemed like a fantasy scene she'd seen on TV in her past life. Cultivating immortals? Cultivating demons? Or some strange kind of possession?
Is the box really a legacy, or a trap?
Zhao Qingshan saw Zhou Yuanyuan's hesitation and looked puzzled. Normally, wouldn't you pounce on a treasure and claim it as your own?
However, Zhao Qingshan did not urge her, but stood aside silently and watched Zhou Yuanyuan's actions.
Everything in this world has a cause and an effect. No matter whether Zhou Yuanyuan chooses to accept or give up the inheritance, Zhao Qingshan cannot make the decision for her.
Zhou Yuanyuan stood there, seemingly motionless. In fact, Zhou Yuanyuan had adjusted the circulation of her internal energy, allowing her spiritual sense to pass through the surface of the black box and "see" a yellowed book lying inside the black box.
After Zhou Yuanyuan's spiritual consciousness gently swept over the book, something strange happened. The book suddenly shook a few times and transformed into a piece of white jade two inches wide, half an inch thick, and four inches long, emitting a translucent luster.
What was going on? A book could transform? Zhou Yuanyuan was stunned.
Ever since she knew that the aura in her body could help her see through things, Zhou Yuanyuan would habitually take a quick look before doing anything to avoid encountering danger inadvertently.
Before Zhou Yuanyuan could react, the black box opened by itself, and the white jade piece turned into a white light and pounced directly towards Zhou Yuanyuan.
Zhou Yuanyuan was startled and moved to the side, trying to avoid the white light.
The white light followed Zhou Yuanyuan's figure, turned a corner, and continued to rush towards Zhou Yuanyuan's forehead.
When Zhao Qingshan came to his senses, the white light had turned back into a piece of white jade and was tightly attached to Zhou Yuanyuan's forehead.
A huge amount of information flowed into Zhou Yuanyuan's mind like computer data.
Beads of sweat appeared on Zhou Yuanyuan's forehead. She felt as if her head had swelled up a circle and was still swelling...
In fact, Zhou Yuanyuan's head did not swell. In Zhao Qingshan's eyes, Zhou Yuanyuan closed her eyes and stood there motionless.
Zhou Yuanyuan, with a piece of white jade on her forehead, looked a bit strange, but Zhao Qingshan didn't dare make any noise for fear of disturbing her. Every Zhao family head knew that when a member of the clan inherited something, they must not be disturbed.
Zhao Qingshan sat down cross-legged, his five senses inadvertently heightened several times. He was afraid that someone might bump into him and affect Zhou Yuanyuan.
It hurts! It hurts so much!
Zhou Yuanyuan felt as if millions of needles were piercing her brain at the same time, once, twice, three times... endlessly.
When Zhou Yuanyuan felt that her brain might have been pierced into pieces by the needles, the pain suddenly stopped.
Two seconds later, millions of needles started to work again, continuing to poke... poke... poke... When Zhou Yuanyuan felt she was about to faint from the pain, it all stopped again.
In this way, the pain comes and goes, starting and ending, and then starting again.
If she could regret, Zhou Yuanyuan would definitely not choose to accept Lao Shenzi's "inheritance". If she could speak at this moment, she would definitely curse.
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