The Woods Where Dogs Were Kept

"This box itself wasn't anything special. It was just an ordinary wooden box, not made of gold. Was it because they were too poor back then and conditions didn't allow it, or because whatever was inside wasn't that threatening, so it didn't matter?"

Yang Jian looked at the wooden box in his hand, which had been buried beneath the mud, and pondered slightly.

There was no doubt that something was strange about it.

Yet it hadn't caused any paranormal incidents. That felt rather unbelievable.

He wanted to open it and take a look, but he was worried that his actions might upset some kind of balance and bring unforeseen consequences.

Judging by how deeply it had been buried, it was probably something that hadn't been meant to be discovered.

"But now that I've dug it up, I'll definitely regret it if I don't open it and take a look," Yang Jian thought to himself.

He looked around.

There was no one nearby.

But to be safe, he carried the wooden box through the fields and away from the village. If this thing really was a problem and triggered a paranormal incident, it couldn't happen near the village. At the very least, he needed to get to a relatively safe location. After all, the people in the village were all his relatives and friends.

Even if he didn't get along with some of them, he couldn't be irresponsible.

Yang Jian had only just started walking.

What he failed to notice was that the reflection in the pond paused for a moment. During that first second, it did not move at all. It merely maintained the same posture as Yang Jian, watching him with an eerie expression in its eyes.

Only in the next second did the figure beneath the pond begin