The blade is fifteen centimeters wide, but less than fifty centimeters long. The blade is engraved with patterns, and the handle is made of copper with patterns. It has a strong foreign style. At first glance, it is not the style of the sword design of the Zhou Dynasty.

Guo Song naturally noticed Ling Xin'an's eyes and said: "Sir, this knife was found among the merchants' goods during a routine inspection by my subordinates. When I saw someone selling Wuyi weapons, I confiscated it. I planned to hand it over.

Qingzhou Mansion, Qingzhou Mansion has never been published, so it is left here without anyone taking care of it."

Ding……

There was a crisp sound, and Ling Xin'an pulled out the knife. Suddenly, the temperature in the entire warehouse dropped by several degrees, making people feel a chill, the air condensed, and the heart beat uncontrollably.

Feeling how extraordinary this knife was, Ling Xin'an laughed loudly: "I want this knife!"

Guo Song couldn't help but look at the knife a few more times. He and others had actually played with it countless times. Apart from its sharpness, there was nothing special about it. But for some reason today, when Ling Xin'an drew the knife,

, he couldn't help but feel fear deep in his soul.

"Then my subordinate will remove this knife from the account book."

Ling Xin'an stroked the knife, and a chill spread throughout his body from the handle, making him feel like a spring breeze and keeping him awake at all times.

At this moment, he discovered that there was a green and black plaque hanging behind the hanging knife. It was the size of a palm, looked like iron but not iron, and was covered with messy patterns. Ling Xin'an took it over and saw a "

Character: Xuan. The back is flat like a mirror.

It's as cold as water to the touch, but it's clean and delicate, and you can't feel any patterns at all.

Admired in wonder, Ling Xin'an held it in her hands and continued looking for treasure inside.
Chapter completed!