After the bus driver stopped the car, he ran over in panic. Looking at the bloody figure on the ground, everyone was confused and said with a sad face: "I, I didn't expect that, why did he fall?"

"Tait, tread" Lin Wenqi, Xing Laoliu, Wang Jingzhe and others rushed over quickly. Lao Lin stepped forward and patted the driver on the shoulder and whispered: "Don't be afraid first. Call the police quickly, report to the company and insurance. Brother, we are standing opposite us. We have seen how this person fell down. Don't worry, someone will testify to you after the public comes. It's okay."

"Thank you, thank you so much!" The driver thanked him repeatedly, then sighed and said, "It's just a life, hey."

In fact, for most people, if someone dies because of themselves, it will create a shadow in their hearts. Many people even develop symptoms because of this, and always feel that they have killed a person's life, even if it has no direct relationship with themselves.

This is the kindness of people’s hearts!

After the car accident, not many people gathered around. After all, this person's death was so miserable that he was crushed by the bus and it was no longer true. Wang Jingzhe and the others came here just to see his death. His eyes fell directly on the other person's face. Most of the man's heads were crushed, but his face was still well preserved.

Wang Jingzhe squinted his eyes, stared at the other person's face, looked at him for a few glances, and turned his head and said, "Let's go..."

Back at the antique shop, Wang Jingzhe said to Xing Laoliu: "A few days of life, and it's been continuous. What kind of fun are you getting involved in? Don't say you don't know, I'm confused now. You guys are so bad about this tomb."

Xing Laoliu was not panicked even now, he was completely helpless but lacked strength. After nine people went down, seven people died, only he and the one in Yanjiao were surviving. And he couldn't say he would die at any time, so it might be right in front of him.

"I'll ask, where are the people who came from Yanjiao?"

Xing Laoliu numbly took out his cell phone and dialed it out, and the phone was quickly connected.

"Hey, Brother Six, what's wrong?"

“Where?”

"You can get to where you are talking in more than twenty minutes."

Xing Laoliu swallowed and said, "Okay, be careful on the road and be careful..."

More than twenty minutes later, a taxi was parked at the door of the antiques and walked in a young man about thirty years old. As soon as this man came in, he obviously felt that the other party seemed to have brought in a cold wind. The man fell from his head and was churning with a dead aura, his face was dim, and Yin Tang could no longer be dark.

It's absolutely the second to last, and he died in front of Xing Laoliu.

The person who came was named Huang Fei, who was not from Xing Laoliu's team, but he also knew that several of them had died recently, so he didn't look very good after coming in, and even the person sitting there was absent-minded.

The atmosphere in the antique shop was also a bit dull, with smoke smoky, and several cigarette butts were twisted on the ground.

Xing Laoliu rubbed his face. After a long time, he breathed and said, "Life and death are alive. I was thinking about whether I could struggle for a while. Now it seems, hehe, it's over."

Wang Jingzhe didn't tell this person, and he was not long since he was alive. Now that this kind of thing is to cause trouble, he frowned and said, "Don't say anything, don't like to listen. Tomb robbing is just a matter of digging people's ancestral graves. Although you are in this industry, it will definitely damage your good deeds. To put it nicely, it is normal to have retribution."

Xing Laoliu had no retribution, and Huang Fei sneered: "Brother, we are not saints. What's the use of these beautiful words you said? Do you guarantee that you have never stepped on ants to death and never eaten meat? Yes, we are not good people who do tomb robbers, which damage their good deeds, but who is not in this world? Who has never done unethical things, but it's just that they do more or less, right?"

Xing Laoliu scolded, "How do you say it? Brother Wang was here to help me. Are you afraid of death?"

Huang Fei turned his head away, smiled coldly, and stopped talking. Wang Jingzhe didn't care and didn't have the intention to talk to him. He continued, "I have no tricks now, I still have the same words. If I don't have a clue, I have to come to try it. I don't dare to guarantee that I can save you, but I can try it. This way, you two will leave things with us tonight. I want to see how this Taoist practice is accurate."

"Also, Brother Six, you two should not be separated and take care of each other. Don't be too far away from me. Take your own control..."

After Wang Jingzhe gave the instructions, Xing Laoliu and Huang Fei left. After getting on Passat, he didn't drive far away as he said. He found a slightly off-limited parking lot and parked the car. Then they decided to not go anywhere until tomorrow, and squatted in the car, eating, drinking, and urinating.

After they left, Lin Wenqi sighed and said to Wang Jingzhe: "Is this a busy man difficult to help? I would have known that I would have driven you away earlier. You see, this matter may be a drag on you."

Wang Jingzhe waved his hand and said, "There is no trouble. This matter has nothing to do with you and me. It is Xing Laoliu who is in trouble. At most, we are curious babies."

"Well, that's true!"

Wang Jingzhe and Lin Wenqi didn't arrange anything today, and they didn't plan to do anything, so they stayed upstairs and outside the meal time. After all the rest of the time, they watched the antiques sent by Xing Laoliu and Huang Fei.

In addition to that knife, there is also a chamber pot, a piece of ceramic and two tea cups. All of them are from the Northern Song Dynasty. The workmanship is exquisite and the craftsmanship is quite good. If you take it out and sell it, each piece will have to be about seven digits.

But who could have thought that behind these well-valued antiques, there was a life that was bound to be connected?

At night, neither Wang Jingzhe nor Lin Wenqi slept. They sat opposite each other, with a pot of tea and two packs of cigarettes on the table. Or were they the antiques. Their eyes were always on the top and they did not leave. They had agreed that they could not go to the toilet together, and the frequency of blinking could not be the same. This person blinked and that person opened, and they were trying to be in a state of being tight and fit.

Lin Wenqi said confidently: "I don't believe it if I give it back. Just put this thing under the noses of our two, and can you put wings on and fly away in one go?"

Wang Jingzhe was not as sure as he was, but said, "Everything is not absolute. Brother, let's not talk too much, although I don't think it's possible."

Time passed slowly and slowly headed towards midnight.
Chapter completed!