I did one thing to the extreme

Chapter 155

For a moment, Margery felt as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, his scalp was numb, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.

"Follow me, don't stand still like a silly clown doll"

The cold voice came from the stairs, waking up Margery who was immersed in fear.

"Okay!" He nodded subconsciously, moved his fat legs even though he had lost a lot of weight, and walked towards the stairs.

The sound of "creak, creak" sounded again, and the thin young man disappeared into the darkness at the corner of the stairs.

When Margery walked up the stairs, the old wooden boards were overwhelmed and made a more intense "click, click". He subconsciously lightened his steps, fearing that the boards under his feet would be broken by him. After the yellow light wall lamp, came to the corner of the stairs.

There is no light here, and there is no light on the stairs further up, so I can only feel my way forward by holding on to the cold handrail of the stairs.

A cold voice suddenly came from above, "Hurry up! I don't have much time to wait for you. If it wasn't for paying the damn rent, I wouldn't even take up this divination task. A great preparatory magician should concentrate on studying Magic, not damn divination, this world will eventually be occupied by magic, those ridiculous technologies, in front of great magic, are just a pile of shit, a pile of shit! Understand? You don’t understand, you can’t even imagine Magic exists because you have been completely brainwashed by so-called science, science.".

Hearing the people upstairs babbling like a paranoid lunatic, Margery secretly scolded himself, "I have a sick mind, I am stupider than a pig, how could I think of divination, this is really an extremely stupid behavior."

While rambling and scolding himself, Majli walked through the last section of completely dark stairs to the second floor.

The second floor was also extremely dark. There was only a wall lamp emitting a yellowish light hanging on the wall. The thin young man stood in the corridor facing the stairs, pointed to the door next to him, pushed the door and walked in.

Smelling the strong musty smell in the air, Margery swallowed, summoned up his courage, and walked into the room.

The room was also dim, the sunlight was extremely weakened by the heavy curtains, leaving only a gleam of light, all kinds of mirrors were hung on the walls, and an old table was placed in the middle, and a goat skull was placed on the table , Two half-burned white candles stood on both sides of the skull, like two twisted white devils.

The thin young man stood quietly behind the table, his body was very straight, as if his back was tied with steel bars, and a cold voice came out of his mouth, "Stand in front of the table and say what you want to divination, you must concentrate , don't think about those damned women!".

Magery nodded, walked quickly to the table, and said: "I want to know the cultural relics and artworks that disappeared out of thin air in the Gaul Museum, especially the current location of the Mona Lisa portrait."

After saying this, Margery was relieved. He no longer had any hope for divination. This so-called fortune-teller was just a paranoid with mental problems. Now he just wanted to end this nightmare quickly. Get out of this damn place.

The strange spell suddenly began to reverberate in the dimly lit room. The "divinator" held the goat skull in both hands, closed his eyes, and jumped back and forth, as if performing a funny drama.

In the mantra that was sometimes high and sometimes low, there was a sudden "Kaleng". Then, the sound of "Kaleng. Kaleng" continued. Margery looked around for the source of the sound.

I found that the mirrors hanging on the wall were all broken, and a purple watch flashed in the shadows. The case was covered with a thin layer of purple mist. Against the backdrop of spells, broken lenses, and a dark room, it looked very strange. .

"dong dong dong"

Margery's heartbeat started to speed up involuntarily, he couldn't stay in this ghostly place, not even for a second, and was about to run, when there was a "crash", all the fragments on the mirror fell to the ground, and there was a sudden burst of cold and damp wind under his feet wind.

The fragments of the mirror on the ground were blown up to form a large mirror. A very blurry figure appeared in the mirror. The weird purple watch was worn on the wrist. A pair of eyes shining with stars suddenly appeared in the blurry figure.

Cold, indifferent, without a trace of emotion, although these eyes did not look at him, Margery felt that his blood was about to freeze.

With a "poof", the fortune teller spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, dyeing the goat skull in his hand red, and the deep black eyes in the eye sockets were round, as if they would fall out of the eye sockets in the next second. His thin lips moved slightly, and he uttered the word "magic", and he fell straight back, and when he touched the floor, there was a "bang", and Margery also shivered.

With a "crash", the fragments of the mirror suspended in the air fell to the ground again, and Margery shivered again.

After that, he has no memory. He doesn't know how he left that apartment, and how he came to this mental hospital. He has repeatedly emphasized with the doctor many times. His name is Margery, and he is a great man. Preparing a magician is not crazy.

The doctor would always tell him that everyone here said he was not sick, but he was actually sick, but he didn't realize it.

Time goes back to that night (Shanghai time).

Wang Liang had eaten the old-fashioned crispy chicken made by Yingzheng, and gave him a thumbs up, "Yes, your craftsmanship has reached [-]% of my level, and you can enjoy a milk torch." After finishing speaking, he got up and left up the restaurant.

Leave an extremely chic back.

Ying Zheng complained silently: "Blow it! Just keep blowing it, and the cows in the dairy farm will be killed by you someday! It's still [-]% of the level. I think your craftsmanship is only [-]% of mine!".

After complaining, I was about to ask Zhang Dong to wash the dishes, and saw him sitting quietly on a chair, looking at his phone with relish.

What are you looking at?So focused!
I got up and walked over to take a look. In the video, there was an extremely old bronze tripod. A young guy pointed to the bronze tripod and said, "Mr. Yang, is this bronze real?".

"Come closer to the camera, I'll take a closer look"

The camera began to move forward, and the details of the bronze tripod appeared, and the surface was covered with green rust.

"It's fake. It's old in the later stage. It's not natural rust. It can be used as a modern handicraft and placed at home as an decoration. Please invite the next appraiser."

I saw Zhang Dong quickly adjusted the phone camera to the rear priority, clicked the connection, and a few tenths later, the bowl on the dining table appeared on the phone screen.

"Mr. Yang, help me see if my eating bowl is really an antique"

As Zhang Dong was talking, he moved the phone camera closer, and the pattern of blue patterns on the bowl became clearer.

The treasure friends in the live broadcast room all laughed, and they all sent bullet screens and said:
"Don't make fun of Mr. Yang, okay?"

"Teacher Yang, scold him, he's playing tricks on you!"

"Identify the bowls for eating! The effect of this program is no one else."

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