"Haha! It's so funny!"

Douyazi rolled back and forth on the sofa with laughter.

It was cold outside, and the hot pot was boiling on the table, steaming hot, and Xiaoxuan smiled and put the vermicelli into the pot.

Douyazai sat up from the sofa and said, "I think you should stop calling Xiang Bawang. It sounds so ugly. No matter how you read it, it looks like a turtle."

"Get out of here, you're like a turtle."

"Tell me, isn't my nickname domineering?"

"Uh..." He said, "You're better thinking about it."

"What else do you want! Just use mine! I've thought about it for you!"

Douyazi pointed at me: "You will be called Mohe Santu King from now on!"

"Brother Yu is called Shaolin Tomb Saint."

"Xiaoxuan, you just call it Hong Kong Yizhihua, Zhao Xuanxuan."

"I...I haven't figured out what my name is yet to be."

I said, "The King of Mohe Santu? You can think of it. The earth has arrived at its grandma's house. If I call this, everyone in the industry will laugh at me in the future."

"Just call Qianyaner Douyazai, because you lost money long ago." I said with a smile.

The hot pot was on, and everyone burst into laughter and had a happy mood.

"Yunfeng," he looked at me and said, "I actually realized that you have talent, especially for underground cultural relics, so I thought of one for you."

"It's called...Divine Eye Peak."

"What do you think?"

Xiaoxuan nodded repeatedly: "Okay, this sounds good, it's much better than the Mohe Santu King."

"Divine Eye Peak..."

I read it silently twice, nodded and said, "Put it, this is great, I will use this one."

Not long after, something happened in the industry.

It is said that when it comes to Guan tomb robber Luo Jiashan, her eyes, her jade-faced Mengchangtian Sanjiu was completely defeated by Shenyan Peak in a certain incident, and she even knelt down and begged for mercy, hoping that Shenyan Peak could let go.

Have a way out of your own.

As the person involved, Tian Sanjiu seemed to have agreed to this kind of rumor and did not make any clarifications of nature. The matter became more and more popular, and even some famous old men in the South Sect learned about it.

He won both of them at once. Not only did he suppress Tian Sanjiu and finally got the Iron Buddha, he also paved the way for me, "fame."

This thing cannot be bought with money.

......

"Come on, eat hot pot and drink." Douyazi poured me half a glass of white wine.

"Cough! Cough!"

Brother Yu coughed and said, "Don't pour it over for me, I'm not feeling well."

"Brother Yu, are you okay? Why don't we go to the hospital for examination tomorrow?"

"cough!"

"I'm fine Yunfeng, I'll just have a few days off, and I won in the end."

He persuaded him: "It's better to take the time to go and have a look. Wenbin, you are still young, so don't leave any root cause."

"There is one more thing, Yunfeng, you should still have some inventory, right?" asked me.

I nodded and said yes, I'm a little bit.

He said, "The old rules in the industry do not go away the old ones and the new ones do not come. If we do our business, we are afraid of holding things and holding a nest. If we are not lucky in the future, we will get all the stolen things."

"The New Year will be held for more than ten days. Boss Qian will definitely come before the New Year. You can sort it out and deal with it together."

"Well, I know my head, then I won't eat it first, go back to the house to clean up."

When I got back to the house, I took out a black backpack from under the bed, unzipped the zipper, and I poured everything in the bag onto the bed, all of which were my own belongings.

What's there?

There is a notebook left by Mr. Wu, five jade men who polished green jade in the Warring States Period. The shop calls this kind of villain noble people, there are some copper miscellaneous items, and a bunch of old dog teeth engraved with text in small plastic bags.

There was also the embroidered purse that Guicao Po gave me at that time.

I didn't take this purse seriously and threw it aside.

I understand the meaning of the head. I need to clear the goods. There are more than ten days to celebrate the New Year. Now there are big buyers who are not short of money, so I will not keep the goods this year next year. The old ones will not go, and the new ones will not be

Come.

Sold all for money.

Don’t forget that there is a lot of inventory in the head, one of the most important ones is the burial tool for skulls in Jin Youmei’s tomb, Liuli Wenming.

I was pulling out my bag to see if I had anything pulled down, and then suddenly the phone in my pocket rang.

"Hey, who?"

"It's me." The sound on the phone was very cold.

"Tian...Tian Sanku..."

"What are you looking for me?" I was a little nervous.

Tian Sanjiu sneered: "In order not to happen, I will take the ending away. I suddenly feel that you should do something."

Tian Sanjiu's tone was a bit playful.

"I sent you the address text message. I've left you some small gifts. You can handle the head of the neck yourself." He hung up the phone, and then I quickly received the text message.

Looking at the address given by Tian Sanjiu, I frowned and thought, "He got the Tasha, we got the Iron Buddha, everything has been settled, what else have you left for me?"

I told Jae-head about it, and his expression was thoughtful. He seemed to have thought of something and said to me: "It's okay, you go to Yunfeng."

"Take your head, do you know what Tian Sanjiu left for me?"

He shook his head and didn't say it out.

"Hey, Fengzi, you don't eat hot pot anymore. I just put the mutton roll."

"You guys eat, I'll go out and come back tonight."

I took a taxi to the nearby area and followed the address to find it. There was a bungalow in the urban village with a house number, which was very broken.

Because I was afraid of being seen, I wore black clothes, a hat and a mask as a cover.

"Squeak..."

The wooden door was not locked, so I pushed it into the room.

The room was very dark and tide, with a strange smell.

"Bata." I touched the switch on the wall and turned on the light.

There was a light in the cabin and I saw it.

The old man was lying on the broken bed. The old man's clothes were thin, the blood stains on his face were dry, his eyes were swollen, and he was still oozing pus. The old man's forehead was covered with dense cigarette butts burned, his right arm seemed to have a fracture, and his little finger on his left hand was also covered.

Cut it off and wrapped in plastic bags.

Xing Ye...

It's Wang Xinggui...

He was still trying to breathe because his eyes could no longer see, and he didn't know if he heard the movement, and his neck moved slightly.

Close my eyes, I was a little afraid to see the old man now.

Tian Sanjiu beat the person like this, deliberately kept a breath, and asked me to do it, just to see how I did it.

He should have guessed his head, but he acquiesced.

On the broken bed, Master Xing opened his mouth and couldn't speak. His condition was obviously that he had more air in the near future.

I took a deep breath and turned away from the cabin.

An hour and a half later, I came to the cottage and closed the door.

Brew the coffee powder with mineral water and stir well.

"Master Xing, come and have some water."

I fed him two bites of coffee with a bottle.

Master Xing took a few sips, lay on the broken bed and breathed slowly. He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I was watching beside him.

Master Xing seemed to be dreaming, and suddenly a smile appeared on his lips.

I guess his dream should be like this.
To be continued...