Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

Chapter 173 Auction

At four o'clock in the morning, the ghost market closed.

A few minutes later, except for those who received invitations to participate in the next auction, everyone else had left.

Yang Yukun glanced around, and there were about 30 people left at the scene.

Han Chunming asked: "Master Hou, didn't you say that there will be an auction next time? What's the situation now?"

"Don't worry, just wait, someone will definitely come to greet us."

Poor Hou just received an invitation letter for the auction, and he didn't know where the auction would be held.

The person who gave him the invitation letter only told him to wait in the market after the ghost market closed, and someone would naturally come to entertain him.

"People are coming."

Yang Yukun heard footsteps coming from the side, turned his head and looked, and two masked people came out from the depths of the alley.

If there is no accident, these two masked people who suddenly appeared are the people behind this ghost city.

"Everyone is a distinguished guest who stayed to participate in the auction. According to the rules, please show your invitation letter."

Broken Hou took out the invitation letter and handed it to the other party: "This is my invitation letter. The four of them are all with me."

"There is no problem with the invitation letter. This distinguished guest, thank you for your cooperation. Welcome to the Liulichang Ghost Market Auction."

After receiving the invitation letter, he glanced at Yang Yukun and the others with sharp eyes, and nodded with a smile.

After carefully checking the invitation letters of other people and making sure that there was no problem, the group of people, led by these two people, entered a courtyard with three entrances deep in the alley.

Today's auction will be held in this yard.

The two of them didn't ask them to be blindfolded, they just brought them to the auction site openly.

When I went to the place, there were already many people sitting there.

It seems that the people who got the invitation letter were not the only ones who spent a lot of money in the ghost market last time, they were just a part of all the people who participated in this auction.

"I'll go, why are there ghosts?"

"Xiao Kun, where is the ghost?"

"Over there, do you see it?"

"I'm going, it's really a ghost, what do these grandchildren behind the ghost market want to do, sell the treasure left by our ancestors to the ghost?"

Entering the auction site, Yang Yukun immediately had a panoramic view of the site and the situation.

Besides them, there were some people who arrived before them.

In addition to the Chinese, there were ghosts. These ghosts didn't even bother to pretend, they just sat there in a grand manner, talking and laughing.

Seeing the figure of the ghost appearing at the auction site, the faces of several people were not very good-looking.

What is the meaning of the people behind the ghost market, planning to sell the treasures left by the ancestors overseas?
"Master Hou, what should we do?"

"Keep an eye on these ghosts, the treasures of our ancestors, we can't let these ghosts get their hands on them."

Broken Hou glanced at a few ghosts, how many old things were snatched by these ghosts and robbers, today, no matter what, we can't let these ghosts have a good time.

There is also a little more resentment towards the people behind this ghost market.

Dare to open the ghost market in Liulichang openly, the people behind it really have energy.

But calling Guilao to the auction and selling the old objects belonging to the Xia Kingdom to Guilao is too insincere.

"Master, don't be angry, the auction will start soon, let's find a seat first."

Yang Yukun knew the temper of the master, the master hated these ghosts, and he also had no affection for those ghosts who committed numerous crimes on the land of Xia Kingdom.

The auction is about to start, now is not the time to vent your anger.

"Made, did you show me your face?"

Perhaps sensing that someone was watching them, one of the ghosts looked this way.

The ghost turned his head and said a few words to the other ghosts, who stared at Yang Yukun fiercely, and one of the ghosts even made a gesture of wiping his neck with his middle finger.

Yang Yukun's face turned cold instantly, and he walked towards the ghosts, and picked up a brick on the ground.

"Xiao Kun, don't be impulsive."

Han Chunming was not in the right situation, so he quickly stretched out his hand to hold Yang Yukun back.

"Little Fifth Brother, don't pull me."

"The auction will start right away. After the auction is over, we two brothers will play with him together."

"Teacher, don't get excited, what's the matter, wait until the auction is over."

Broken Hou patted his apprentice on the shoulder, this kid told him not to be angry, but now he is more impulsive than himself.

Liu Yuehua pulled Yang Yukun and said, "Uncle Kun, the auction will end in a while, I'll help you beat them together."

Yang Guangcheng also said aloud: "Xiao Kun, take part in the auction first, and when the auction is over, there will be plenty of time to deal with these ghosts."

"Okay, when the auction is over, I have to beat these grandchildren until their mothers don't know each other."

These ghosts dared to give him a middle finger and wipe his neck.

If it weren't for the master and the others pulling it, the moving brick in his hand would have slapped Ya on the head.

just wait.

After the auction was over, he wanted these grandchildren to know what a grandpa was.

Seeing Yang Yukun throwing away the brick, the gang of ghosts taunted him again.

Seeing this, the other people who were going to watch the scene smiled and shook their heads again and again.

"Xiao Kun, calm down, don't get excited."

"Little fifth brother, let me go, we live in the same courtyard, you are better than a brother, don't you understand me, am I the kind of impulsive person?"

"What do you think?"

It was precisely because the two of them were brothers better than real brothers that Han Chunming understood Yang Yukun's temper.

If he didn't stop him just now, Yang Yukun would definitely slap that guy on the head with a brick.

I really thought that his title of Little Overlord of Qianmen was picked up, it was a real fight.

I remember that once this kid broke a classmate's finger because the classmate sitting behind kept poking Xu Jingping with his finger.

He remembered that Yang Yukun was just in the second grade of elementary school at that time, and he was beaten up by his mother, and he apologized to others and paid for medical expenses.

"Little Brother Wu, people grow up, don't look at me with old eyes, have you seen me fight in all these years?"

indeed.

No matter in his previous life or in this life, he was not very peaceful when he was a child.

After all, I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and I have nowhere to vent my energy. When I was a child, I fought a lot.

But he never took the initiative to bully others. It was because others provoked him first, and after talking about it, others still refused to listen, and even made an inch of it, so he was forced to be polite before fighting.

What he has always pursued is to talk about virtue with virtuous people, and talk about martial arts with those without virtue.

If others are rude to him, he naturally doesn't need to be polite to others.

"Here we come, the show begins."

In the eyes of everyone, a masked person appeared and walked to the front of the auction table.

The man first bowed his fists to the big guy and introduced himself.

This guy wearing a mask is the auctioneer of this auction.

(End of this chapter)