Under everyone's watchful gaze, Tiga Clone shrugged.
"Reflex."
Uh... well, if something that terrifying suddenly appeared right in front of him, he probably would have kicked first and asked questions later too.
"So what was inside that thing?"
The fatty could not help asking:
"A little zombie? Fat Master has never seen one before."
"What zombie? Jiaxing rice dumplings?"
Zhang Qiling put on a bewildered expression, pretending not to understand.
"I don't know what was inside, but that blue-and-white porcelain jar was a precious piece from the Yuan or Ming dynasty! It was huge—worth hundreds of thousands!"
After Wu Xie said that with some heartache, the fatty could not help drawing in a pained breath as well.
"What it is, we'll know if we go take a look."
A Ning strode directly to the doorway of the side chamber, only to freeze in surprise.
"What is it? What's inside?"
Wu Xie craned his neck to ask, but did not rashly step forward.
"That jar... isn't broken."
A Ning turned around and gave Tiga Clone a strange look.
Porcelain was not so fragile that it would shatter at the slightest touch, but it was hardly sturdy either. If you accidentally let go while washing dishes, it might break even if it fell into the sink, let alone onto the floor.
But just now, that entire jar had been kicked into the air, tracing an arc as it flew so far away...
And it had landed steadily?
Was it a coincidence? Or was something wrong?
Was there something wrong with the person, or with the jar?
A Ning looked at the jar again, hesitating. But at that moment, the jar suddenly jolted and tipped onto its side. A Ning startled backward two steps, only to see it roll down the passage with