The chest sat by the room's doorway, looking like a coffin.
The night's drizzle had just stopped. There were no stars, no moon, and in the dim surroundings, this coffin-sized chest looked rather terrifying.
The Murong Brothers clicked their tongues in amazement. "So you ran out just now to drag this chest back?"
Duan Yun nodded.
The Murong Brothers could not help sighing. "Brother Duan Yun, when I first met you, I thought you were a normal person."
Duan Yun asked in confusion, "Am I not normal now?"
"If you're normal, then there are no lunatics left in this world. Who drags an unknown chest out of a lake in the dead of night?" the Murong Brothers complained.
If you went looking for your biological little sister in the dead of night, now that would be proper business!
Duan Yun asked, "What do you think could be inside this chest?"
"A chest that's been sunk underwater for ages, with no one coming to retrieve it—what good could possibly be inside? It can't be some young lady of a wealthy family too, can it?" the Murong Brothers said.
Who would have thought that the moment they mentioned an old tale, the old tale would come true?
"No, it's been underwater for so long that even a wealthy young lady might be nothing but bones by now. If anything alive is in there, it might be a clam spirit."
He continued analyzing.
And strangely enough, as he analyzed away, Duan Yun seemed to have caught the fever too, becoming curious about what was actually inside the chest.
"A clam spirit? Are clam spirits popular around here?" Duan Yun asked curiously.
"Of course. Clam spirits are every man's favorite fantasy. They're said to be not only gentle and virtuous, but also capable of