"Where did you get this bed from?"
Realizing something was amiss, Xiaoshan asked Xu Qing with a grave tone.
"It wasn't bought, a friend gave it to me, what's wrong?"
Seeing the troubled expression on Xiaoshan's face, Xu Qing couldn't help but become worried.
Clutching the fragment, Xiaoshan approached Xu Qing in just a few steps.
"Look at this."
After taking a glance, Xu Qing smiled faintly and said, "After all, they are old items, and it's normal for the paint to chip off."
"This is not paint."
Saying this, Xiaoshan picked up the half-finished bottle of mineral water from the room and threw the fragment into it.
After shaking it a few times, the fragment began to dissolve slowly, emitting strands of dark red color.
Xu Qing's eyes widened in shock and she exclaimed, "This is... blood!"
Xiaoshan nodded, his face serious as he said in a heavy voice, "I suspect someone died on this bed, and it was a gruesome death at that!"
