Ye Fan's face was calm and his tone was very relaxed. Obviously, he didn't care at all about these people's difficulties.

The middle-aged man had a sullen face and snorted softly: "Of course we know what Mr. Ye said, but you just said that this jade cicada can be worn not only by dead people, but also by living people. Why is Mr. Ye so sure about this?"

Is it a jade cicada worn by a dead person? Could it be that Mr. Ye saw with his own eyes that this jade cicada was taken out of the dead man's mouth?"

The middle-aged man's words immediately caused a burst of laughter.

But Ye Fan rolled his eyes at him: "You're such a stupid pig, I'm afraid you won't be able to judge for the rest of your life."

Ye Fan shook his head and pointed at the jade cicada.

"If it is something to wear, there must be holes in the body of the jade cicada, which can be used to string strings to wear it. But when you look at the jade cicada, it is completely complete without any holes. It cannot be worn at all, so it can only be buried with jade."

When people appraise objects, they are often most likely to overlook the most superficial details.

Just like this jade cicada, these people didn't even notice such a simple truth.

Ye Fan's words made the middle-aged man's face turn red and white. He really didn't notice whether the jade cicada was intact.

Just now, his mind was focused on how to deal with Ye Fan.

But the man on the side said coldly: "Even if he is buried in Yu, how can we be sure that he is Hanyu? You know, burial objects and Hanyu are two different concepts."

The man was still chattering and pestering.

"I won't shed tears until I see the coffin." Ye Fan said coldly, and then looked at the man.

"This jade cicada is exquisitely carved, with smooth traces, domineering and powerful, and obvious sharpness. This is a typical Han Dynasty eight-sword technique. Ancient books have recorded that the eight-sword jade cicada of the Han Dynasty must be Hanchan because of its simple craftsmanship and domineering lines.

, it is sharp and sharp, and when held in the mouth of the deceased, it can make the deceased communicate with heaven and earth and resurrect the soul."

"So, I dare to conclude that this jade cicada must be a Han cicada, and it is from the Han Dynasty."

Ye Fan's words made the man completely speechless.

He had heard of the Han Eight Swords and Jade Cicada, but had never actually seen it.

I didn't expect that when we first met today, so many things would happen.

"How is it? Mr. Wu? Are you satisfied with Ye's answer?"

Ye Fan turned his head and looked at Wu Liuding, with a chill on his face.

After hearing Ye Fan's words, although Wu Liuding was reluctant to admit it, he had no way to argue.

He sneered and turned back to his seat.

Seeing that Wu Liuding was defeated, Ye Fan smiled with satisfaction: "This Han Badao Hancicada has been identified. If you like this kind of funerary object, you can buy it at a high price, but once you get it, you can't just pass it on."

, otherwise it will be easy to be investigated."

Burial objects and visible objects are prohibited from being circulated in the market. Once discovered, they will most likely be sent to a prison cell to eat.

Hearing Ye Fan's words, the middle-aged man on the stage had a serious look on his face. He originally thought that the jade cicada would fetch a good price, but in the end, Ye Fan saw through it and ruined their carefully planned auction.

Everyone present is not a fool, and no one will spend money to buy a bright weapon back.

In the end, this jade cicada failed to sell.

Although the middle-aged man was angry in his heart, he still suppressed his anger and forced a smile on his face.

"This jade cicada is just an appetizer. Since it is famous, we will naturally not continue the auction. We should wait until afterwards to hand over this famous weapon to the country."

The middle-aged man looked generous, and then continued to smile: "Next, let's proceed with the auction of the second item."

As he said this, the waiter carried up a large box, half a person's height.

The two men carried it with great effort. It was obvious that the object was very heavy. The two men were still breathing heavily while carrying it.

"Everyone, this second auction item was finally acquired by our Antique Association after a lot of hard work. It can be said to be unparalleled in the world."

The middle-aged man had an excited smile on his face. Then he stepped forward and opened the box in person.

Then, the objects inside were revealed.

The box contained more than a dozen pieces of soil, but what was shocking was that these pieces of soil actually had pictures painted on them.

"Is this a mural?"

Ye Fan frowned and said in a deep voice.

Seeing Ye Fan's shocked expression, a proud smile suddenly appeared on the middle-aged man's face on the stage.

"Mr. Ye is right. This is indeed a mural, and it is a mural excavated from an ancient tomb. There are thirteen pieces in total, which can be pieced together to form a set of murals. They are extremely valuable. They not only have great historical value, but also have a lot of value.

Great collection value."

The middle-aged man's brows were filled with joy and his face was full of pride.

This kind of object is different from porcelain and jade.

Because the murals in tombs are generally weathered and cannot be preserved at all, there are very few murals that can really be displayed to the world over the years.

Murals as clear as those produced by the Jiangcheng Antiques Association are even rarer.

Moreover, because no one has ever been able to take out the murals, there is no law that stipulates that the murals are open objects and cannot be bought or sold.

In this way, even if the origin of this mural is admitted, no one will pursue it.

"Can you put this mural together? That way we can take a closer look."

Someone suggested.

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded: "That's natural. If you don't take a closer look, I'm afraid you won't make an offer to buy it."

After saying that, he ordered people to come forward and piece the mural together bit by bit. Finally, the thirteen fragments were condensed into one piece.

"This is a hunting picture."

Looking at the patterns on it, Liu Piaoxu murmured in a low voice.

On the mural, I saw a man riding a tall horse, holding an arrow on his back, dressed in casual clothes, with an excited smile on his face.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen followers, also riding horses and carrying equipment.

The character paintings are lifelike and lifelike.

Generally speaking, murals of this quality will only appear in the tombs of princes and nobles.

"This mural looks familiar."

Ye Fan frowned slightly, stared at the mural and said in a deep voice.

This time, he lowered his voice completely. He would never speak easily until he understood the mural clearly.

Liu Piaoxu was slightly startled and looked at him suspiciously: "Have you seen it before?"

How is this possible? The mural is from a tomb. If Ye Fan has seen it, there is only one possibility. He has been to this tomb before.

But this is absolutely impossible.

I saw Ye Fan slowly closing his eyes and thinking hard.

The murals and scrolls he had seen in his past and present lives were all passing through his mind at this moment.

Suddenly, Ye Fan was startled by a painting he had seen in his previous life.

"I see. No wonder I said it looks so familiar. This Jiangcheng Antiques Association is really insidious."

Ye Fan murmured in a low voice.

Not hearing what she was saying clearly, Liu Piaoxu asked in his ear: "Did you find anything?"

You can tell from Ye Fan's expression that he must have discovered a problem.

But this man is really too strict and will never speak easily until the critical moment.
Chapter completed!