"Bright pestle, the sea opens."

I said in a deep voice, Liangchuzi just asked old man Ganba to take out the good things and look at them, while Haikai said that if the things are really good, I will never lower the price.

"If you keep your breath at the door and have strong energy, if you don't break the pulp, your business will be smooth."

The dry old man smiled flatteringly at me and said, What he said was: "The shopkeeper is so generous. Since you don't lower the price, we will do business in the future."

As the dry old man said this, he took out something from his arms. The thing was wrapped in newspaper. When I saw it, I immediately became happy.

Because grandpa said that all the artifacts dug out of the soil by knowledgeable dirt rats are wrapped in newspapers, because the burial objects are more or less evil, and words can ward off ghosts.

The dry old man looked around with a guilty conscience. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he carefully opened the newspaper a crack.

When I squinted my eyes, I suddenly felt my heart beating a lot faster. I saw that inside the newspaper was a string of white bone rosary beads, and a heavy yin gas was coming out from the gaps in the newspaper.

This is a real piece of dirty stuff!

You must know that at that time, the Tibetan antique Gabala had just begun to be introduced into the mainland. Looking at the bone rosary in the hands of old man Ganba, even if it is not a Tibetan Gabala, it is not much different.

"Made with fire, pestle?"

We are all experts, there is no need to beat around the bush, I asked him directly in jargon.

The word "fire" means good things, and the word "tuochu" means asking how much it is going to be sold for.

The dry old man grinned almost to the back of his head when he saw that I knew what I was doing. He thought for a moment and stretched out his right hand and said in a rustic manner: "One pole."

I was stunned for a moment, and then I felt overjoyed.

It seems that this dry old man does not know that the bone rosary beads in his hand are authentic shady goods, and the price he quoted means five thousand yuan per rod.

Old man Ganba is indeed a thief. Although Gabala in Tibet has been introduced to the mainland market in the millennium, most of the scary bone artifacts are still not accepted by the public collectors. The price of 5,000 yuan is already much higher than

market price.

But for me, a shady merchant, this price can be said to be a bargain price. As long as I accept this bone rosary and find a suitable buyer, I can make at least ten cents a penny by reselling it.

Of course, looking at the dry old man in front of me, I was not in a hurry to pay.

Because like this kind of old man, although he can't tell that the bone rosary in his hand is a shady thing, if I act too cheerfully, he will most likely raise the price.

So I pretended to be embarrassed and said: "Stupid Hai'er, you are not earthly."

Stupid Hai'er said that I have limited capital, but Butu said that he didn't like his exorbitant asking price.

The old man Ganba suddenly became a little anxious when he heard what I said. It was obvious that he was eager to get rid of the bone rosary.

"When the pestle is soft, the sea will open."

The dry old man said dejectedly.

Chu Touzi Ruan said that he was eager to spend money, while Haikai said that the dry old man asked me to watch the bid.

Seeing that the time was right, I waggled three fingers instead of lowering the price too much.

Three thousand yuan is definitely higher than the market price of bone tools.

"Roll up the flag and look back more."

The old man nodded and said, rolling the flag means he will suffer a loss, and turning back more will allow me to take care of his business in the future.

I smiled and nodded, took out three thousand yuan from my bag and handed it over, then took the newspaper bag from the dry old man and stuffed it into my bag.

The dry old man counted the bills in his hand neatly, waved to me, then turned around and disappeared at the intersection.

I didn't dare to stop too much in front of the market. The world was in chaos at that time. Although old man Ganba and I were careful enough, there was always someone who was following us or a gangster with ulterior motives.

Fortunately, the journey back to Sifangzhai was uneventful. As soon as I entered the door, I couldn't wait to take out the bone rosary beads from my bag. After looking at them carefully, each rosary bead was round and round under the light, and it was obvious that I had been a lot older.

Looking at the rising and falling Yin Qi in the rosary beads, I felt proud, but now I found a big mistake.

As I rubbed the bone rosary in my hand back and forth, I could tell that it was not the Kabala human bone rosary from Tibet. As for what kind of bones it was, I was not very sure.

But anyway, I was not afraid of getting rid of the dirty stuff, so I got some food and drinks at night and set up a small table with Zhang Yu, the owner of the leather goods shop next door.

Zhang Yu is a brother I met when I took over Sifangzhai. This old boy is from the Northeast. He was a hunter who traveled across the mountains to collect treasures. Later, hunting was banned in the Greater Khingan Mountains, so he went south to Jiangcheng to open a leather goods shop to earn a living.

After drinking and chatting for a while, I went back to Sifangzhai. When it was almost time to get drunk, I drank again and took a hot shower, then lay back on the bed and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but I just felt the surroundings suddenly become colder, as if the air conditioner was suddenly turned on in the room, and the cold air penetrated directly into the seams of my bones.

Since I dare to accept yin goods, I naturally know some yin and yang techniques. Such cold air is very unusual, or it is more appropriate to say that the yin energy is so strong that it has almost condensed into substance.

The moonlight outside the window was obscured by something, as if someone had set up a hazy white paper lantern. Everything was eerily quiet in the darkness. I only felt that there was a pair of cold eyes staring at me from the head of the bed.

I just felt goosebumps rising on my body. I reached out to touch the bedside lamp. The switch made a snap sound, and the bedside lamp flickered and exploded.

However, at that moment, I suddenly saw a person standing next to the bed. The person was facing me and had a sinister look. He was wearing a military coat and cowhide leggings, and a long red cloth belt was floating in the room.

Swirling, like a burial shroud whistling in the wind.

I just felt a buzzing sound in my head, and then I saw through the moonlight the man standing there motionless beside the bed, with messy gray hair, a pair of muddy old eyes that were wide open with fear, and his expression was distorted by fear. The most disturbing thing was that

What made people's scalp numb was that the corners of his mouth were grinning in an incredible arc. From my angle, it looked like he was smiling strangely.

This man is a dry old man!

he died?

My breathing started to become heavy, and I reached for the bedside light switch on the other side in a panic. Before I could completely turn around, I realized that I had made a mistake.

My back is to a fucking dead man right now!

The surroundings were so quiet that I could almost hear my own panicked heartbeat.

A cold wind began to blow behind me, causing my hair to float upwards and the cold air to hit my neck. It was like someone was lying down behind me and blowing air on my head.

As the saying goes, the wind blowing from the sky is like a burst of wind, and the wind blowing from the ghost is like a puff. The cool air blowing here and there is clearly the wind blowing from the ghost!

When the dry old man blew away the fire from my shoulders, it was time to seek my life. The more frightened I became, the more nameless anger arose in my heart. Our business was in order, one was willing to buy and the other was willing to sell, you fucking

Why are you looking for me after you die?

I turned around suddenly in my heart, and saw the shadow of the dry old man on the empty bedside.

I breathed a sigh of relief and thought that I must have been drunk and dazzled. However, the moment I was about to turn on the light, a pale, dry palm rested on my left shoulder, followed by the dry old man's old face like dried oranges.

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Chapter completed!