While saying this, Uncle Jiu was still looking around, his expression looking particularly solemn.
This feeling that the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light makes people extremely uncomfortable.
Xu Ping had already checked around when the skeleton appeared, but found no one else except shopkeeper Sun who was scared to death.
It's obvious that these skeletons are either instinctive or remotely controlled.
It's just a matter of instinct, it's very trivial, it's not that coincidental!
It must be remote control.
The question is, who is the person or demon behind this?
Xu Ping made random guesses for a while, but to no avail, so he might as well just wait and see.
At this moment, he only cares about one thing...
What the hell, where is my reward?
There are so many bones and skeletons that have died, it is impossible that there will be no reward, even though it is Mr. Guan who does the work, not me.
But Mr. Guan, he is also mine!
Looking at the dense white bones on the ground, after pondering for a moment, Xu Ping snapped his fingers, and his true energy surged through his fingertips, igniting a cluster of bright yellow flames.
"go!"
The flames from the fingertips flew into the pile of bones, like touching oil, and instantly ignited a raging fire. In a few seconds, only a thick layer of ashes was left under the feet.
A gust of night wind blew out of nowhere and the ashes were blown away.
Seeing Xu Pingyang's behavior, Uncle Jiu did not stop him.
After all, the coffins in the Yi Zhuang have been dismantled into wooden boards. It is troublesome to put the bones back and there is no place to put them.
well!
I felt sorry for the hundreds of dollars that Boss Zhao spent, but he didn't care. He spent the money purely to gain a reputation for his nephew, so it was definitely not a loss.
He won't lose anyway, and I will definitely make a profit.
No, shopkeeper Xu earns more!
After thinking about it, Uncle Jiu raised his eyes and looked over...
Xu Ping stood at the door of the shop, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, thinking that this was indeed the case.
The mist is steaming, and in the field of vision, the Yin and Yang illustration appears:
Kill evil spirits: bones and skulls.
Obtain reward: Qi Watching Technique.
As the saying goes, it is difficult to paint the skin of a tiger, but it is difficult to paint the bones of a tiger.
The human heart in this world is more sinister than ghosts.
It is difficult for the naked eye to tell the true from the false, and loyal words and charming smiles blind the eyes and ears.
Everything in the heaven and earth has Qi, and the shape is determined by Qi.
Distinguish demons, recognize loyalties and traitors, distinguish good from evil, and distinguish yin and yang.
An ancient saying goes: "Half-close your eyes, and become still, as if you are looking but not seeing. Your eyes will be focused and reach your heart. Over time, you will have a slowly rising, thin, light and ethereal air. This is Wang Qi."
Xu Ping's eyes were sore, and magic poured into his eyes.
With this qi-gazing technique, I can distinguish between human beings and monsters... Xu Ping decided to have a good time, used the qi-gazing technique, and turned to look at Uncle Jiu.
In the field of vision, there are wisps of clear air around Uncle Jiu, and this clear air represents Taoism, and a little golden light in the clear air means that Uncle Jiu's Yuanyang has not been lost.
Well... he is indeed my abstinent male god.
Xu Ping admired Uncle Jiu from the bottom of his heart.
Everyone can say a few words about the saying that there is no woman in the heart, and the god of nature draws the sword, but how many people can really do it?
There is only one point of view pursued by Xu Ping.
People cannot extinguish love, nor can they be obsessed with love.
…
The rooster sings white and the sky is bright.
Xu Ping walked out of the coffin shop and had a free breakfast at the Yang sisters' shop, then got up and left.
Yesterday, he was confused by the bones and skeletons, and he didn't even read the account books. He has not yet found out where the old man of the Yang family's coffin was sent.
He made an appointment with Uncle Jiu last night to go together today to investigate the strange incident of wild dogs attacking Yizhuang.
Uncle Jiu believes that this matter is too abnormal and may have a lot to do with the bones and skulls and Huangpizi, and needs to be investigated clearly.
But before that, Xu Ping planned to go to a place first, Zhao's Trading Company.
The wood negotiated with Boss Zhao has yet to arrive, and the coffin shop has lost its business.
And you’ve already given me a deposit. What do you mean, you don’t plan to give it to me?
The Zhao family made their fortune in the lumber business. Recently, they have branched out into other fields, but due to lack of opportunities, they fell in love with the Ren family.
Renjia Town is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with nothing else but a lot of wood.
Originally they were raised naturally and belonged to a land without owners, but after Boss Zhao took care of them, my dear, they were directly contracted.
Although there are some villagers who secretly go up the mountain to cut trees, the number is not large and the Zhao family is too lazy to care.
Even if you force people to death, you won't get two oceans, so it's meaningless.
But for people like Xu Ping, who need a large amount of wood, it is impossible to do this, so they can only buy it from him.
In about a quarter of an hour, Xu Ping arrived at Zhao's Trading Company. It had a huge facade, three floors, and was magnificently decorated.
When Xu Ping walked into the store, the first thing he saw were rows of glass display cabinets, neatly arranged and polished to a bright finish.
During this period, glass products had become widely popular and were not a rare thing.
Several hundred kilometers away, in the capital of southern Guangdong Province, there is a factory specializing in glass production.
The glass cabinets are divided into categories and are filled with fine wood samples and some small objects.
Such as wooden strings, wood carvings, miniature furniture, wooden ornaments, etc.
Most of them are ash, ebony and nanmu.
But there are also some top-quality ones, such as agarwood, huanghuali, rosewood, and mahogany, and the categories are quite complete.
It can be seen that although Renjia Town is small, there are many wealthy people, and it is truly a geomantic treasure.
It was still a bit early, there were not many people, and all the clerks in the store were free. A handsome clerk saw him and came over: "Shopkeeper Xu, why are you here?"
Xu Ping took out the contract from the pocket of his mantle and said, "This is the contract signed between me and your boss Zhao. I came here to ask why this batch of wood has not been delivered yet?"
The clerk in the store wiped his hands with his clothes before taking it.
After just one glance, the clerk handed the contract back with a smile on his face: "Shopkeeper Xu, this young man can't make the decision. Why don't you wait a moment and I'll ask the shopkeeper to come and take a look."
"Um."
Xu Ping reached out and took the contract, and the young man slipped into the back hall and was no longer heard from.
Taking advantage of his free time, Xu Ping took a casual stroll in front of the glass cabinet.
What he mainly looked at were the wood carvings and ornaments, because he was also doing this, so he compared the good and bad, consciously or unconsciously.
In the end, Xu Ping had to admit that a professional is a professional.
He thought that the lifelike statue of Guan Gong, if placed here, would at best be said to have a nose and eyes, and would probably be classified as a defective product.
He was in front of the counter, scanning all the way, and suddenly frowned slightly.
"This piece of ash...is really dark."
The piece of ash in the corner of the counter in front of me is half a foot long and a palm wide. It should be heartwood.
But it's not the usual yellowish brown, but slightly charred, as if it's been roasted by a flame.
Xu Ping was slightly surprised that he dared to sell this. Logically speaking, such a big store would not be able to sell fakes.
When I looked at the price, I thought to myself, "Hey guys, I'm trying to steal money from here, it's fifty yuan."
The paper-man brothers worked hard, planing, sawing and hammering. After working all night, they only produced a few dozen yuan.
Comparing such a small piece of rotten wood to selling for such an expensive price, Xu Ping considered himself a conscientious businessman.
He stopped here for a long time, and then someone came up to challenge him: "Shopkeeper Xu, which one do you like? I'll take it out for you to look at?"
Xu Ping didn't answer, but pointed to the charred willow wood and asked, "Man, what's so special about this piece of ash? Why is it sold at such a high price?"
The waiter in the store looked down, then looked up and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Xu, whether this piece of ash is good or bad, to be honest, we don't know."
"Then it's still so expensive?"
When the waiter heard this, his words were even more polite. He had obviously received professional training: "Don't be upset, shopkeeper Xu. This is the rule of our store. Anything that is different from the norm and the store cannot tell the difference will be priced at the same price."
Fifty dollars ocean..."
What kind of rule is this? It was explained, but it seemed that it was not explained... But Xu Ping slowly came back to his senses.
For such a big store, there must be an inspector. If you don't see anything unusual, just mark the price high.
First of all, there are always some people who are curious and curious. The more unusual things are, the more they like them.
Secondly, prevent it from being picked up.
If you sell it for fifty yuan, if it is a good item, you may make a profit, but I will definitely not lose money.
This kind of thing only happens at street stalls. Such a big shop doesn't care about your three melons and two dates, so it simply marks a high price and waits for the rich.
If it can be sold, just sell it. If it can't be sold, just put it in the store to show off. It won't have any impact anyway.
After Xu Ping thought about this, he also understood that he had to go to the street to pick up things, otherwise it would not be called picking up.
In order not to be taken advantage of, Xu Ping used Zhanzhan Qi Technique and took another careful look.
Immediately, his eyes lit up and he waved his hand.