Chapter 51: The Vomit-Inducing Filth

Outside the window, stars sparkled in the sky, and insects hummed noisily.

Shui Miao forced himself to stop his chaotic thoughts, drew the curtains, and shut his eyes, assuming he could gradually drift into sleep. But unexpectedly, Chen Bing started grinding his teeth and snoring loudly, making it impossible for Shui Miao to fall asleep. Previously, both Shui Miao and Chen Bing had worked at a five-star hotel and shared the same dorm room. Chen Bing had never snored or ground his teeth before. His sudden behavior tonight left Shui Miao utterly puzzled.

Half an hour later, frustrated, Shui Miao sat up in bed and turned on the light to check the time—it was already past midnight.

His gaze fell upon the suitcase, and a sudden thought crossed his mind: What exactly was inside his godfather’s suitcase?

Since he couldn’t sleep anyway, he might as well take a peek!

Driven by intense curiosity, it felt as though someone were whispering in his ear, urging him to open the suitcase. After all, they were already in Zhonghai, and he could be careful—he wouldn’t damage anything inside.

So, Shui Miao opened the suitcase.

Inside were two ceramic vases, each about thirty centimeters tall. The vases were filled with sand, wrapped in foam on the outside. Beneath them was a red seal. They were blue-and-white porcelain vases, made in the ancient city of Jingdezhen, with a production date of 2009.

“Hmm? What’s going on here? Didn’t my godfather say there were antiques inside?”

Shui Miao was immediately confused. Since these vases were produced in 2009, how could they be called antiques?

Perhaps the real treasure was hidden inside the vases?

Shui Miao quickly grabbed a plastic bag and gently poured the sand from the vases into it. But aside from the sand, there was absolutely nothing else.

“What the hell is my godfather up to?”

Shui Miao couldn’t figure it out. He began to suspect whether Wang Yong had mistakenly packed the wrong suitcase. He had given Shui Miao ten thousand yuan and emphasized its importance—just to carry two vases and some sand? That was simply unbelievable. Shui Miao wanted to call him immediately to clarify, but glancing at the time, he realized it was too late—his godfather was probably already asleep.

Still uneasy about the sand, Shui Miao activated his qigong and opened his “spiritual eyes,” hoping to detect anything unusual about the sand. But to his surprise, both the vases and the sand were normal. What startled him instead was Chen Bing…

With his spiritual eyes open, Shui Miao saw a blood-red organ-like object on Chen Bing’s face. More precisely, it resembled a lung. As Chen Bing snored and ground his teeth, the lung-like object moved, looking extremely grotesque.

“What the hell is this thing?!”

Shui Miao was shocked, but instead of retreating in fear, he instinctively rushed forward and grabbed the object, throwing it onto the floor. Strangely, once the object was discarded, Chen Bing immediately stopped snoring and grinding his teeth. The object, after hitting the ground, quickly transformed into a red mist and vanished into the floor.

This shocking scene left Shui Miao wide-eyed and terrified—he didn’t dare fall asleep anymore.

His grandfather hadn’t replied to his messages, so Shui Miao couldn’t help but call him to ask what the object was. But to his dismay, his grandfather’s phone was turned off.

With no choice, Shui Miao put the phone down.

He carefully refilled the vases with sand, sealed them, and placed them back into the suitcase. After moving the suitcase far away, he gently shook Chen Bing awake.

“Chen Bing, wake up… wake up…”

“What’s wrong, Shui Ge? Why are you still up so late?”

Chen Bing blinked sleepily, clearly unbothered.

Shui Miao smiled faintly. “I couldn’t sleep. Hey, how do you feel? Anything uncomfortable?”

“Nope!”

Chen Bing blinked again, patting his chest. “I feel great! Why are you asking me this all of a sudden, Shui Ge?”

“Nothing, nothing. I just noticed you were grinding your teeth, so I thought I’d ask.” Shui Miao let out a quiet sigh of relief. He had suspected the strange object he threw away might be connected to Chen Bing, but seeing Chen Bing fine now eased his worries.

Chen Bing paused, finally realizing something. “Oh, I guess I did disturb your sleep. I don’t know why, but since returning home, I’ve been grinding my teeth and snoring every night. I’m starting to think I might be sick.”

“Don’t worry, maybe you just need more calcium. Go back to sleep. I’ll sleep too.”

Shui Miao dared not reveal what he had seen—he’d scare Chen Bing out of his mind.

“Okay…”

Still groggy, Chen Bing got up to use the restroom and then returned, turned off the light, and fell asleep.

Shui Miao lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a while.

Not long after, the grinding sound suddenly returned…

Hearing it, Shui Miao quickly sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, and focused his energy—he had kept his spiritual eyes open all along. He saw the lung-like organ clinging to Chen Bing’s face again.

“Damn it! It’s back…”

This time, unlike the first, Shui Miao didn’t immediately throw it away. Instead, he leaned in for a closer look. Strangely, the organ-like object suddenly grew a pair of eyes and stared back at him.

“What the hell…”

Startled, Shui Miao grabbed it and threw it to the ground.

Just like before, the object turned into red mist and vanished.

Back in bed, Shui Miao felt even more puzzled. What the hell was that thing? He had never heard of anything like it. Could it have been something Chen Bing encountered while visiting his hometown? Or maybe he had eaten some animal organ?

As Shui Miao pondered, he saw a red mist rise from the floor. The mist transformed into the organ again, forming a pair of sly, bloodshot eyes that stared at him for a while before turning back into mist and disappearing into the floor.

Seeing this, Shui Miao felt both annoyed and amused—was this little creature actually clever?

But after a long while, the object didn’t appear again.

After waiting for over an hour, Shui Miao finally felt sleepy and lay down. But just five minutes after closing his eyes, Chen Bing started grinding his teeth again.

“Damn!”

Shui Miao quickly sat up, activated his energy, and opened his spiritual eyes. Sure enough, the organ-like object was back on Chen Bing’s face.

This time, Shui Miao grabbed the creature and directly threw it into the toilet, flushing it away.

Strangely, Chen Bing stopped grinding his teeth.

Shui Miao slept soundly until morning, awakened by the sound of his phone ringing.

“Grandpa, so early?”

Shui Miao opened his eyes and realized Chen Bing was already out of bed.

“Early? It’s already past eight.” Xiong Ying was lying on a train bunk bed. As soon as he turned on his phone, he received a message from Shui Miao. With nothing else to do during the trip, he decided to call him.

Shui Miao turned over and noticed the sun was already high outside.

“Grandpa, I couldn’t sleep last night—I didn’t fall asleep until after 3 a.m. Also, I encountered something strange…” Shui Miao thought for a moment. If he told his grandfather he had mastered the five elemental energies, he knew his grandfather wouldn’t believe him. Instead, he decided to describe Chen Bing’s situation, hoping his grandfather might know something: “You see, Chen Bing never used to snore or grind his teeth. But last night, he snored and ground his teeth all night, nearly driving me crazy. Grandpa, do you think this sudden change might be caused by some evil spirit?”

“This kind of situation…” Xiong Ying paused after hearing this, then explained, “It’s not a big deal. Take four one-yuan coins, wrap them in red paper, and place one under each bed corner. If it’s serious, have him bite one in his mouth. That should take care of it.”

“But Grandpa, I want to know why this happens!”

Shui Miao asked curiously.

“Ugh! You brat! Do you know why I rarely call you? I always knew you’d ask questions nonstop!” Xiong Ying sounded impatient but still patiently explained, “You’re not experienced enough—this is something you wouldn’t understand. Most likely, Chen Bing ate some meat from an animal he shouldn’t have. The spirit of that animal has attached itself to him, feeding on his yang energy to survive. If you don’t use some methods to drive away the spirit, it will keep haunting him. The method I taught you is a small exorcism trick—enough to deal with minor evil spirits.”

“I see…”

Shui Miao now understood. His guess had been close. As soon as Chen Bing returned home, he started eating all sorts of things, and now he had run into trouble. Fortunately, he had encountered Shui Miao—otherwise, thinking back to that grotesque creature, Shui Miao felt a wave of nausea rising in his stomach.

“Click!”

The door suddenly opened, and Chen Bing walked in cheerfully, holding breakfast.