Chapter 17: The Jar

“How can you not know?” Su Rou was very strange.

“Because we all fainted, right? When we woke up, we realized that only 10 minutes had passed, and the bug was gone. But who would want to stay in that place? We all ran away. So, after the coma, I don’t know what happened. “While talking, Guo Er asked Su Rou for a cigarette, took a deep drag, and looked a little painful.

“I think you know now. While you were unconscious, the bug got into your stomach. As for why it got into your stomach, most likely it was because you were running ahead and were closest to the bug.” At this point, I basically knew what happened next. I could never forget the scene of the bug coming out of Guo Er’s stomach.

Thinking about this, I also secretly rejoiced that fortunately the blood on my tongue and the tiger claw were effective against the bug, otherwise I really wouldn’t know what to do.

“I’m just glad I passed out.” Guo Er pinched the cigarette and took another deep drag.

The old man’s face was very ugly after listening to my story.

He slammed the table and yelled, “These sons of bitches brought the eggs with them. Let’s go find that old Du together.”

I don’t understand why the old man Jiang was so angry. I originally wanted to ask about the cause and effect of the mysterious little room, but I swallowed my words.

At this time, the old monk Huijue just happened to enter the room. He said to the old man Jiang, “You were right to guess. Someone in the village has shown the first symptoms. I think this village…

“It’s a problem, isn’t it? Someone brought the pot with the worm eggs up here. Do you think you can escape it? It’s okay if you can show symptoms, but it’s a headache if it’s dormant. What if a mature one comes out! This is a village, how can this be!” Old Jiang couldn’t say anymore, and after a moment of stunned silence, he suddenly stood up and left.

I hurried to follow him. I knew that things were in trouble, and I wanted to see what the master would do.

“Lao Du, I know you have a problem. Don’t you understand that I’m protecting you?” The person who was speaking angrily was the head of the village. He and Lao Du had been comrades-in-arms for many years, and he was indeed protecting Lao Du.

Old Jiang was drinking tea and looked calm, but I knew he was suppressing his anger. It was already late at night. After listening to my report, Old Jiang left for the town without even eating dinner. I don’t know what he did, but when he returned, he went straight to the township government, where several senior officials were waiting for him, including the township chief.

At this time, I was almost 15 years old. I often doubted my identity as a master. He only told me that he worked for the country, but how could he have so much power?

We still went to the small courtyard in the town, but after he told me his identity, he avoided me when he was doing things, and I didn’t know why.

The head of the village was telling the truth. He was protecting Lao Du. After learning about this, the village head immediately went to beg the old man to spare Lao Du. Lao Du had three children, one daughter who died in her early years, one daughter who married far away, and one son who had a high fever and was given the wrong medicine, which resulted in him becoming a fool.

He also said that Lao Du must have wanted to provide a guarantee for his idiot son in the future, so he went on such a risky venture, hoping that Old Man Jiang would not turn the matter over to the judicial authorities. If Lao Du had an accident, his family would be finished.

The old man didn’t say anything, but just said to wait until he took out the goods.

So I knew that my master was really angry. He was actually quite uninhibited in his work, and did things according to his own preferences. Under normal circumstances, he would have said, “Fine, fine,” but this time, he just answered with that.

When we got to Lao Du鈥檚 house, my master didn鈥檛 say anything, and I didn鈥檛 say anything either. It was the village chief who kept persuading Lao Du, but Lao Du refused to admit that there was anything going on. The village chief was so angry that he finally said this.

Bang! The old man Jiang slammed his teacup down on the table. I thought to myself, “Oh no, Master is angry!” The village chief turned to look at the old man Jiang and quickly said, “Old Jiang, you, you don’t…”

The old man waved his hand and said, “If it really was a gold pot, that would be fine, but do you know what it is? It’s not gold at all, it’s made of a special kind of clay with a special kind of medicine added to it. It’s covered with a special kind of copper skin and painted with a kind of potion to make it look like gold. Do you know what’s inside? If you care about your son and want him to live, then take out the pot.”

Lao Du’s face turned ugly, but in the end he shook his head and said, “What kind of pot? I don’t know. I’m a cadre, and Guo Er is a scoundrel. Can I be associated with him? Do you believe him, but not me?”

The old man Jiang coldly snorted and said, “I think you know what Guo Er has become. If I want you to tell the truth, there are many ways to do it, but I don’t care about you anymore. If you want your son and your whole family to become like Guo Er, then you can do it. I have never seen anyone so selfish! What do you call the police to arrest you? You just wait for the consequences.”

After saying that, the old man Jiang swept his sleeve and left, without any sign of lingering. I hurriedly followed him, leaving the village chief there, listening to the embarrassment, and I found that the village chief was also a little scared.

Just as he was about to step over the threshold, the old man suddenly hesitated and called out to us, “Jiang… Master Jiang…”

The old man turned coldly and said, “Either take out the jar or don’t talk nonsense.”

Old Du gritted his teeth and said, “I want to keep the jar and sell it at the first opportunity to provide for my son for the rest of his life. I’m afraid that no one will take care of him if we go, but now my son is also a bit abnormal, and I feel that there is something wrong with me. I originally wanted to get rid of the jar quickly and then go to a big hospital for a checkup and treatment, but when I thought about Guo Er’s incident and the evil nature of the things in the tomb, I took it out.”

The old man Jiang didn’t say anything else, and he took me back into the house. I saw that the village chief was obviously relieved.

Old Du hid the jar in a hidden pit he had dug under his bed. He promised to take it out, so he didn’t say anything else. He quickly dug up the bricks on the pit, and then he took out the jar, which was tightly wrapped in several layers of plastic.

Old Jiang took the jar, tore off the plastic wrap, and his face changed. He put the jar on the table and said, “Look for yourself. Everyone who should have run away has run away. It’s all good now.”

Old Du was worried. Although he and his stupid son had been acting strange in the past few days, he had deliberately not thought about it. The main reason was that he thought he had sealed the jar tightly and covered it with bricks.

Hearing what the old man said, he couldn’t help but pull the plastic sheet over to take a look. Sure enough, there were some small holes in it. He immediately thought of the horrible bugs. Could there be some in these cans as well?

The old man didn’t bother to explain too much, and ripped open the plastic sheet, carefully looking at the jar. His face changed again, and he said, “It’s over. The sealing wax has all melted, and the jar is probably empty.”

The people present didn’t understand what he meant, but the old man proved his words the next moment. He unscrewed the jar with great force, and sure enough, it was empty. But what was disgusting was that on the walls around the jar were black egg shells, looking like a beehive.

The village head saw this and shuddered. At the time, there was no explanation for this, but now everyone knows that the village head probably has agoraphobia.

Old Du’s face turned ashen. He sat down on the ground, holding his head and muttering, “What the hell did I bring up here? What did I bring up here?”

The old man Jiang looked a little serious. He reached out and picked up two eggshells, rubbed them together, and looked a little relieved. “Fortunately, there is still some humidity, and these bugs won’t be able to get out for more than five days.”

After that, he slammed the jar down in front of Lao Du, and something happened that left Lao Du dumbfounded.

The jar was broken into several large pieces, except for the outer layer of skin.