The next exhibit is a jade pillow from the Qin Dynasty.
It is said that this pillow is a pillow for sleeping immortals, which has a miraculous effect on mystical masters in dreaming and cultivating immortals.
But Lu Fan could no longer hear what Fan Wushe was saying on the stage. All he could think about now was the black dagger in the sandalwood box in his hand.
This sword is enough to bankrupt a terrifying family like the Dongfang Family, and they would not hesitate to start a war with Quan Martial Arts to get it in their hands.
But now, it was lying quietly in his hand, in the rosewood box in his hand.
"wrong!"
Lu Fan was suddenly startled while he was deep in thought. He suddenly thought of the strange staff member just now. He looked back instantly, only to see that he had disappeared without a trace, and there was no trace at all.
Body shape, appearance, voice...
Lu Fan had doubts, but had no time to confirm, so he looked around, then quietly opened the rosewood box in his arms a crack, and a simple murderous intention that seemed to come from ancient times suddenly came to his face!
Lu Fan felt that the blood in his blood vessels was slowly solidifying at this moment. He took a deep breath, slowly lowered his gaze, and stared at the dagger in the box.
I saw that the black dagger, which was as thin as a piece of paper, did not have the numbers mentioned by the ancient names, but it was lifelike. In addition to retaining a sense of mystery, the black dagger, which was as thin as a piece of paper, also overflowed with...
The shocking sword energy has the power to cut through everything, leave no ghosts and gods behind, and rain blood from heaven and earth.
It seems that the person who forged this black dagger must be an unparalleled master swordsmith, and also a super master and master of swordsmanship.
Looking at the dagger in the rosewood box, Lu Fan couldn't help but look at Fan Wushe on the stage again.
At this time, the auction was going on in full swing, and Fan Wushe didn't even notice him. He just kept fanning the flames and asked the auctioneer to raise the price higher.
In order to avoid other people's attention, Lu Fan gently closed the box and prepared to get up and leave.
He was now almost certain that the gift Fan Wushe gave him had been diverted.
That staff member was not from Ziwu Auction House.
The ancient name should be fine too.
The only thing that can be done now is to find a way to be invisible on this island, and then wait until dawn tomorrow and leave directly by boat.
Having made up his mind, Lu Fan no longer hesitated and stood up directly to leave the venue.
"Everyone."
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the venue.
Lu Fan subconsciously turned around and saw a figure standing up slowly in the corner of the main hall. His whole body was covered by a black cloak, and his whole body exuded an extremely cold aura.
"Oh, my friend, you seem to have something to say?"
Fan Wushe looked over, with obvious displeasure in his eyes, but still with a smile on his face: "If you are interested in this thing, just make an offer."
"I'm not interested in the garbage you have here. I came to your auction this time. I just want to use your platform to collect some things. I wonder if Mr. Fan can give me another chance?"
The voice of the man in black was lonely, cold and condescending, giving people an unquestionable feeling.
"Are you collecting something?"
Fan Wushe smiled softly: "What do you want?"
"I want the two daggers that were swatted away from your hands just now."
"I am willing to pay that person ten times the price to buy the dagger back. I wonder if Mr. Fan can do this for me?"
