Under such circumstances, I definitely did not think it was an ordinary clay pot.
The clay pot disappeared after rolling down the cobbled road. There was nothing but mud and weed in the cemetery, and the ground was uneven. Tombs of various heights were scattered all around. We completely lost track of the clay pot, and we could neither see it nor hear it.
"Something is very wrong with this clay pot... What do we do now?" Alex asked softly.
"Don't act rashly. Safety is our top priority." I gave Alex and Taylor a look. After that, I retrieved my nunchucks and carefully looked around.
We stood with our backs to each other. Each of us observed a certain direction, and none of us spoke. It felt extremely tense.
After a while, I decided we could not stay like this. "We are being too passive
