To be honest, Ning Zhiguo didn't leave much.

The passbooks and the like brought by Xu Weiwei were placed in a small file bag, followed by a medium-sized suitcase.

Qin Mu opened the suitcase, but the dust inside choked Qin Mu coughed repeatedly.

Because it was not the first time that I touched my suitcase, Xiaobai, who was waiting aside until the dust was gone, then he went forward to look at it with a look of disappointment immediately in his eyes.

There are all kinds of miscellaneous things, some books that cannot be seen from the age. The musty smell and dust are emitted from these books, as well as some scrolls and papers, the most serious thing, which looks like treasures, is placed at the bottom of the box. It is an iPad-sized sandalwood box that looks very old.

"This box should be worth a lot of money." Xiaobai's saliva fell and kept rubbing against Qin Mu's trousers.

Qin Mu touched the box and bought it slightly cooler. I wonder if it was because it had been left for a long time. He immediately smiled bitterly: "You know the money, I can't see this thing. After all, there is so little sandalwood, and I haven't seen it much."

"Even if you have seen it, you can't touch it." Xiaobai said with a smile, without any awareness of exposing his owner's true feelings. "Ah, by the way, there is still an eight-tailed cat at home, I'll go and carry it down."

Xiaobai is an action-oriented faction. When Qin Mu could only hear the other party's words, he jumped upstairs.

By the way, Eight-tailed Cat, why did Qin Mu forget this guy? This thing is so sensitive to the baby. No matter what it is, as long as it is valuable, most of it can be smelled by you when you put it in front of its nose.

How many tomb robbers want to have an eight-tailed cat that Qin Mu can exchange in the girl's hands, and it is so lucky to have only a few talismans that are worthless in his eyes.

Among the psychics, it is probably only Qin Mu. He lives so poor and has no money among the five ills and three ills. He is so destitute. He is so obsessed with money. The eight-tailed cat is indeed not very useful to ordinary psychics. Many times, the items the eight-tailed cats look for are yellow and white, not some treasures of heaven and earth.

Since living in Qin Mu's house, the Eight-tailed Cat has liked to stay with the Yin-Yang Cave. It's strange that Xiaobai and Xiaosheng will have a little fear of the Yin-Yang Cave, but the Eight-tailed Cat does not, and it can even be said to like it. If it weren't for the meal time, this cat would often stay under the Yin-Yang Cave and think about life.

I have to say that the eight-tailed cat lived in Qin Mu's house so well that it was so heavy that Xiaobai couldn't hold it anymore. When he hugged the eight-tailed cat down the stairs, Qin Mu was still staring at the sandalwood box.

"I...I...I'm so exhausted." Xiaobai himself was not very strong, and he didn't expect that the eight-tailed cat was so heavy.

After hearing this, Qin Mu took his attention away from the sandalwood box, looked at the white ball on Xiaobai's hand, and took it with a funny look. He started to laugh and said, "Little guy, you really should lose weight."

Xiaobai smiled with one sentence, and the eight-tailed cat said "meow" in dissatisfaction. The eight-tailed tails shook around, with an unhappy look on their faces.

"Hey, it can understand what we say." Xiaobai said happily as if he had discovered a new world.

"Nonsense, I have been practicing for eight thousand years, but I still can't understand it, that's a pig." In Qin Mu and Xiaobai's surprised eyes, the eight-tailed cat said calmly.

"You can talk?"

"You've been eight thousand years?"

The two spoke in unison.

The eight-tailed cat broke free from Qin Mu's arms very proudly, jumped gently, and stood on the backrest of the sofa. However, this guy's weight was still a bit too much. If Xiaobai hadn't helped him, this guy might have fallen down.

The eight-tailed cat stabilized its body and also paused, as if a little embarrassed, but still rolled its eyes arrogantly: "Do you two have some common sense? This cat's tail has grown one after another for a thousand years. Now I have eight tails, of course it's eight thousand years."

Qin Mu nodded seriously: "I know how to count."

A creature like the Eight-tailed Cat has the ability to appraise treasures even if it does not have eight tails. The size of this ability has nothing to do with the level of cultivation. Having a tail does not mean that it can endure. This is incomparable to the tens of thousands of years of practicing in Xiaosheng, but it just lives a long life.

Because of the eight-tailed cats, most owners who raise them regard this thing as treasures for generations. In life, they live more than any monster and live longer. Naturally, eight-tailed cats with more tails are very common.

By the way, this kind of monster has no attack skills except for treasure hunting.

Qin Mu held the sandalwood box with both hands in front of the eight-tailed cat: "Smell it."

The eight-tailed cat seemed to have glanced at it, but the conclusion was already out: "Really, it was probably during the Song Dynasty."

"Damn, Song Dynasty." Xiaobai's eyes widened: "Qin Mu, you're rich."

Qin Mu smiled helplessly and then asked, "How to open this thing?"

"Open?" The eight-tailed cat made a strange expression: "What are you doing when you open this box?"

"I care more about the things inside." Qin Mu said for a moment, but when he saw the eight-tailed cat's expression now, he asked uncertainly: "Why do you ask like this, can't you get it away?"

"Difficult," the eight-tailed cat described it in just one word. Looking at Qin Mu's eagerness to learn, he couldn't help but say, "Unless you use a sharp weapon to split it directly, there is no way to open it. This kind of thing is sealed. In fact, if it weren't for the wrong weight of this thing, I would have suspected that it was just a huge fat wooden board."

Qin Mu muttered for a moment, not knowing what he said, but the two monsters around him didn't hear it clearly. Qin Mu rubbed it twice and smiled bitterly: "Xiaobai, I found that it was the five disadvantages and three shortcomings of my life. What I lack was not power, but money."

Xiaobai tilted his head and didn't understand it, but then it became clear, because Qin Mu calmly said: "Go and take the kitchen knife in the kitchen."

"What?" Xiaobai was stunned and jumped more than three meters high: "Say it again? This is the best sandalwood, and it is from the Song Dynasty. You just split it so directly?" Looking at Qin Mu's calm expression, Xiaobai knew that this guy had started the prodigal mode again. He probably didn't listen to advice at this time, so he turned his anger directly to the eight-tailed cat licking his claws: "You! You said!"

"If you don't forcefully split it, there is actually another way." The eight-tailed cat said leisurely, "It's just to find the key."

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Chapter completed!