Evil Porcelain Jar: the Broken Soul of the Old City

There is something to hide in my daily life that is extremely scary. The Chinese horror of a child crying in the kiln fire slowly creeps into my heart. Slowly put you into fear, and then be dragged by fear to explore... It is especially suitable for two kinds of people: those who love to ponder suspense and foreshadowing, and the small details in the branch plots are all linked to the main plot; those who are afraid of being frightened, and can also be poked by the warmth of Zhu Ming looking for his father and Su Qing delivering the medicine. When you close the book and look at the old porcelain at home, be sure to take a second look: Are the lines on it hiding something?