This was a pale gold porcelain jar, covered in gold foil, with countless twisted faces of agony etched upon it. From a distance, it gave off an eerie feeling. Anyone with a fear of crowds would undoubtedly feel nauseous upon seeing it.
Song Jian leisurely walked towards the porcelain jar. The closer he got to it, the stronger the sense of danger he felt in his heart. There was also a bone-chilling feeling that wrapped around him, as if what lay before him weren't a porcelain jar, but a massive, thousand-year-old chunk of ice.
"Maybe this is a treasure chest in the game, capable of yielding good loot!" Song Jian's eyes were gleaming, his mind filled with visions of silver-grade and gold-grade treasures.
Upon closer observation, there was a rigid look in his eyes, as if he were being pulled forward by some unseen force.
Stepping up to the dressing table, Song Jian extended his hand towards the porcelain jar.
Hisss~