Chapter 3: The Strange Change of Zhan Zhao

  "Master Zhan!" Just as Zhan Zhao had finished speaking, a sudden voice came from outside the door. "Master Zhan, it's been investigated clearly that the black pot was made by Wu Cheng and Wu Qing, two brothers in Nanhuashan."

  Zhang Long and Zhao Hu walked in from outside with a swagger, "What's the matter with that black pot, how can it talk?"

  After the two came in, they pointed at Liu Shichang and said, "Who is this person?"

  Zhan Zhao smiled lightly and said, "He is the ghost in the pot."

  Zhang Long Zhao Hu hummed, carefully sizing up Liu Shichang. Zhan Zhao was stunned and speechless. Damn it, isn't that right? Ancient people aren't even afraid of ghosts?! Then what about when we were on the street, wasn't that embarrassing?!

  "Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense. We'll discuss this on the way." Zhan Zhao patted his hands, "Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, one of you carry that wok, then we'll rush to Nanhuashan to investigate. It's been half a year, hopefully there are still some clues!"

  Zhang Long and Zhao Hu heard this and immediately went forward. Zhang Long grabbed the black basin, and Liu Shichang suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke and re-entered the black basin.

  Zhan Zhao exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't it said that ghosts are afraid of sunlight? Why isn't this guy afraid at all?"

  Forget it, let's just hurry up and go to Nanhuashan.

  On the way, Zhan Zhao told Zhang Long and Zhao Hu all about what had happened.

  The outer city of Dongdu, outside the Chenzhou Gate, Nanhuashan Mountain, dense woods, rare human footprints, rugged mountain roads, winding and difficult to walk.

  The three of them wandered around the mountain for two hours, until the sun began to set in the west. They finally saw a house vaguely in the distance. As soon as they saw the house in the woods, the three of them were overjoyed and hastily rushed to the gate, stopping and standing still outside. The courtyard had tree branches for fences, with weeds all over the ground. Inside the courtyard were two thatched cottages, one facing forward and the other sideways, with what seemed to be a backyard behind the houses. The courtyard was dilapidated and looked like it hadn't been taken care of in a long time. As soon as the black pot saw this courtyard, it shook violently and buzzed loudly inside: "This is the place, this is the place! I was killed and burned by those two brothers right here!"

  Zhan Zhao nodded, "Zhang Long Zhao Hu, check around this place. It seems that no one has lived here for a long time. Let's go and take a look, maybe we can find some clues from back then!"

  Zhang Long and Zhao Hu led the way, searching everywhere. Zhan Zhao only felt a slight discomfort in his chest, from the moment he entered this courtyard, his chest had been feeling slightly uncomfortable, with some turmoil in his heart and blood, but he didn't know why, it was just a faint feeling of discomfort. The silver ornament on his chest also felt somewhat hot, but not as hot as when he held the black bowl in his hand that time, with that faint burning sensation.

  Zhan Zhao looked around and saw that the courtyard was overgrown with weeds. In a corner of the courtyard, there was an earthen kiln, its surface blackened by thick smoke. Zhan Zhao's heart skipped a beat as he wondered if this was the kiln where Liu Shichang had been burned to death.

  Before Zhaoyang could react, the silver ornament on his chest suddenly became extremely hot, and a similar heat sensation appeared on his forehead. He only felt a sudden thumping, as if something in the center of his forehead was about to jump out!

  Zhan Zhao hastily retreated a few steps, and unexpectedly couldn't help but close his eyes. The silver ornament on his chest emitted a silver glow once again, which entered Zhan Zhao's body. For the first time, Zhan Zhao finally felt it - after the silver glow entered his body, it directly transformed into internal energy. As the silver glow flowed in, the internal energy within his body grew more turbulent, slowly spreading upwards from his dantian and eventually concentrating at the center of his eyebrows!

  Zhan Zhao only felt a severe headache in the middle of his forehead, and he couldn't help but scream when suddenly, a sense of relief came over him. The scorching sensation from the silver ornament disappeared, and the pain in his brow also vanished. Zhan Zhao felt as if a thin layer of film had been lifted from his eyes, and everything seemed slightly dimmer. He smiled, then froze, thinking to himself: "Now, it seems like I'm closing my eyes!"

  At this point, Zhan Zhao hastily opened his eyes. At this moment, it was already sunset, and the night curtain had begun to fall. But in Zhan Zhao's view, the scene at this moment was almost no different from daytime. Recalling the feeling just now, Zhan Zhao closed his eyes again. A silver light flashed through his brow, and a symbol mark flashed by on his brow. It looked like it was similar to the shape of '§'. From a distance, it seemed like an eye!

  Zhan Zhao didn't see any of that, he only saw that when he closed his eyes, he felt a sudden twitch in the center of his eyebrows. Then, he saw a world unfold before him that was somewhat dimmer than what he saw with his two eyes. However, the angle of view seemed to be slightly strange!

  Zhan Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, and then the situation disappeared again. Zhan Zhao felt a little flustered in his heart, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Just now when he closed his eyes, he indeed saw the surrounding situation!

  What's going on?

  Zhan Zhao's heart gradually calmed down, carefully recalling the feeling from just now. The first time, his brow hurt, and after the pain disappeared, he saw his surroundings. The second time, his brow jumped again. Could it be related to his brow?

  Zhan Zhao station to the wall before, raised his hand at eye level and made a mark, closed his eyes again, and his eyebrows jumped lightly. Zhan Zhao saw the surrounding environment once more, stretched out and retracted, and found that the angle of view was indeed too high by an inch or so!

  Zhan Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to gently touch the center of his eyebrows. According to the experiment just now, he saw the outside at the center of his own eyebrows. Could it be that an eye had grown in the position of his own eyebrows? Wasn't this similar to Erlang Shen Yang Jian?

  The key point is not this issue, but rather, on one's own brow, has an eye really grown out or what!?

  But if I say that eyes have grown, why didn't I feel anything unusual? Opening my eyes and looking around, I didn't sense any feeling at the spot between my eyebrows. Could it be that when I open my eyes, the eyes on my forehead close instead?!

  Zhan Zhao took a deep breath, without closing his eyes, his mood calm and unruffled, focusing all his attention on the spot between his eyebrows. After a few minutes of stillness, suddenly, Zhan Zhao felt a slight jump in the spot between his eyebrows, as if his line of sight had undergone a subtle change. The entire visual field seemed to have darkened slightly.

  Zhan Zhao paused for a moment, calm and unruffled, stretched out his hand to gently touch the center of his brow, but his line of sight changed, and the sensation at the center of his brow disappeared!

  Zhan Zhao let out a sigh, smiled slightly, and gave up. It seemed that this so-called third eye really did exist, but he didn't know what it looked like. He'd have to use a mirror to take a look when he got back to Kaifeng Prefecture.

  What is this third eye after all?

  Why don't we just call it Tianyan then, and plagiarize Erlang Shen's eyes, hehe...

  Zhan Zhao walked to the front of the kiln again, his mind calmed down, and carefully examined it, but did not find any clues. However, he already had a feeling of discomfort in his heart, and after walking around in circles, he stood in front of the kiln again!

  Just now, the silver ornament on my chest emitted a fiery sensation, causing a heavenly eye to appear between my eyebrows. At that time, I remembered that when I touched the black basin, I had the same feeling. Could it be that there is something here that is similar to the black basin and does not belong to this world?

  A faint jump in his eyebrows, a thread of silver light shot out from Zhan Zhao's eyebrow and flew towards this tile kiln!