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Everyone saw the bead, it was just that Yan Junze was quick to speak and immediately yelled for a halt.

By the time he called for a stop, Gu Bai had already ceased his actions.

He seemed quite curious about the object and then extended a special pair of tongs into the mold to clasp the black bead.

The bead wasn't very large, only about the size of a checker, but it was pitch-black and lacked any shine.

However, the mold's temperature was already around a thousand degrees, and the fact that the bead could roam around inside without any damage was indeed unusual.

They definitely wouldn't dare to touch it now, but Yan Junze knew this black bead was the key reason the sculpture could absorb Different Dimension Energy. So if he discarded the bead during the crafting of the mace, then the mace would be nothing more than a plain mace to him.

"Wait for me to take a photo before putting it back."

Yan Junze took out his phone and snapped a few photos of the black bead. Stay tuned with empire

"Are you going to put it back?" Gu Bai asked, surprised.

He thought that since the object looked so strange and they had already found it, they ought to study it thoroughly.

Why put it back and melt it into the mace?

"Yes, put it back, melt it into the core of the mace." Yan Junze pointed at the mold and said.

"Alright." Without saying anything further, Gu Bai promptly returned the bead and proceeded to the next step.

As the process continued and seemed to take a while, Yan Junze and Zhou Dali sat near the entrance to the workshop, watching the entire procedure and chatting intermittently with Gu Bai.

The reason the process was quick was due to Yan Junze's low-maintenance and straightforward request: to simply make the mace, without the need for additional artistic embellishments such as chasing, wire brushing, or sandblasting, only a simple stamping was used.

Before long, the golden mace took shape and was subjected to cooling treatment.

After completing the work, Gu Bai lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep drag, and then came over to sit down and poured two large sips of strong tea for himself.

"Thanks for your hard work, Brother Gu," Yan Junze said.

"Brother Gu, if you get too little sleep at night, it's really not good for your health in the long run," Zhou Dali said from the side.

"Ah, I basically take naps in the store now, that's the only place I can fall asleep," Gu Bai said with a bitter smile and a shake of his head.

"If you're willing to talk about it, feel free to tell me," Yan Junze said. "Perhaps I could help you out."

"You?" Gu Bai looked at him.

"Yes, my buddy often goes on Spirit Explorations and even uploads the videos online, very popular," Zhou Dali immediately boasted as if it wasn't Yan Junze's work, but his own.

"No, no, no," Gu Bai immediately shook his head. "We can't put up videos online; we can't let other people know about it."

"Not all explorations are for videos," Yan Junze explained with a smile. "It depends on the situation. Some Spirit Exploration videos are not suitable for the internet; I get that."

Zhou Dali said, "My brother has dealt with a lot of strangeness, and I even got involved once myself, though I didn't dare to go afterward. But if you share your experience with us, maybe he can help."

"I've already called Exorcism," Gu Bai said.

"It's alright, if you think you can hold on, then wait for the exorcist to come investigate," Yan Junze said, taking a sip of tea, standing up, and preparing to check on the cooling hammer.

Gu Bai looked up at him deeply, then suddenly turned to his two apprentices and said, "Put aside the work for now and go outside to use the restroom."

The two disciples were startled, exchanged glances, then agreed and tactfully left the workshop.

Yan Junze sat back down.

Gu Bai seemed to be organizing his thoughts, and after more than ten seconds, he finally began, "My wife loves photography, so we opened a photo studio which does pretty well most of the time. Since we spent all our savings on the store, we also live there."

Yan Junze and Zhou Dali did not speak, waiting for Gu Bai to continue.

Gu Bai continued, "My wife is quite retro; she loves film photography, so she specially remodeled one of the rooms into a darkroom to develop film. Of course, she also uses digital cameras, but she has a greater affinity for film photography."

"Starting last month, the photo studio began experiencing some abnormalities. There's nothing unusual during the day, but at night, there are always strange noises, especially frequent in the darkroom."

"A few times when there were strange noises, I went to check, but I couldn't see anything. However, after the noises, I'd find some of the freshly washed photos had fallen down, and a lot of the developing chemicals my wife prepares would be significantly less."

"Just last week, another disturbance arose in the middle of the night. Startled awake, I ran to see and found photos either fallen or halved as if something had eaten them. And I always felt like someone was present in the darkroom, but I couldn't see anyone. Later, my wife started screaming in bed. I rushed over to ask her what happened, and she said, in a daze, she felt someone pulling at her feet."

"You need to understand, our bedroom is separated from the darkroom by just one room, set up this way for the convenience of my wife's work. And then..."

At this point, Gu Bai paused and his body suddenly shivered.

"Then last night, there were strange noises from the darkroom again, but I was too tired. My wife was sleepy too, and, being timid, she didn't dare to check. I actually wanted to get up, but due to lack of rest, I fell asleep again in a haze. At that moment, I felt something grab my foot and jerk it hard, as if in a dream, abruptly waking me up."

"Did you see anything when you got up?" Yan Junze asked.

"No, I didn't see anything," said Gu Bai, still shaken, "If it really becomes unbearable, I'm prepared to move out. But we've invested so much into that place, it would all go to waste if we left, and we're very reluctant to do so!"

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, Gu Bai looked up at Yan Junze and Zhou Dali, "Honestly, if it's strangeneses, my wife and I haven't seen anything. We don't feel our lives are threatened, but the constant disturbances every day, if it goes on like this, I feel like I'm on the verge of going mad."

"How about this," Yan Junze started, "tonight you don't sleep on the bed. I'll sleep there, ah, I mean, you and your wife should sleep somewhere else, not on the bed."

"I'll go too," Zhou Dali chimed in.

"What are you going to do there?" Yan Junze asked with surprise.

"I'm going to sleep too."

"Hmm, okay, there's probably some strangeneses there, let Zhou Dali go to draw its attention. The guy's got a large frame, easy to attract hate," Yan Junze nodded.

"Just kidding," Zhou Dali laughed heartily, "My studies aren't as good as yours, and I have exams coming up, so I need to review at home."

"Won't it disrupt your exams?" Gu Bai asked Yan Junze.

"No," Yan Junze shook his head, "It's just the weekend. If I don't sleep at night, I can still catch up on sleep during the day."

"Then... thank you for your trouble."

At this moment, Gu Bai felt a bit like he was grasping at straws, mainly because he wasn't sure if it was really strangeneses, and even if it was, they were still in line waiting for the exorcist, with no idea when it would be their turn.

If they didn't handle it soon, Gu Bai felt he might go crazy himself.