Allure Treasure

After returning to Shiyuefeng, everyone had already eaten. There was half a bowl of fish soup and half a bowl of braised pork left on the table. You shouldn't be using Xiaodiu to start brushing there. It seems that this kid can quickly adapt to Shi Yuefeng's life atmosphere. ()

On the way back, the oriole also figured it out, mother, life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, the king of hell really wants to hook you, you can't escape life and death, why don't you want to eat a little of everything, and eat what you have , Some people just sleep when they sleep, and if there are girls, they just go for it as much as they want. Others, they can't control it.

After eating three big bowls of rice, Huang Que sat in the alley next to Shi Yuefeng and smoked. The old guy Liu Jinyin was impatient to inculcate the island culture with Xiao Diu, and invited Xiao Diu to study together at night, Huang Que I don't care about it, since Xiaodiu got on Shi Yuefeng's thief ship, sooner or later he would be led to ruin by Liu Jinyin, and he couldn't stop him, and he couldn't stop him.

"Uncle Yin, where is my second uncle? Why didn't I see it?"

The oriole asked.

"It's not upstairs, I haven't come down!"

"what……"

Huang Que was taken aback. The second uncle really went mad. It seemed that he had reached a certain level. He threw away the cigarette and went upstairs to the small living room where Huang Hailin lived. Look, Huang Hailin is still staring at the black box, smoking a cigarette, and the ashtray next to it has already become a mountain of cigarette butts.

It can be seen that he just faced it like this, and it has been a whole night plus a whole morning.

"Second uncle."

The titmouse squeaked.

Huang Hailin didn't respond, and turned the box in his hand.

"Second Uncle!" Huang Que increased the volume, Huang Hailin glanced at Huang Que, shook his head, and put down the box, "What time is it?"

"It's past two o'clock in the afternoon."

Huang Hailin himself raised his head and glanced at the quartz clock on the wall, and nodded.

"Second Uncle, you just stared at this box? Stared at it all night?"

Huang Hailin answered irrelevantly, "I don't understand, I don't understand! It seems that I can only ask your uncle."

As he spoke, he stood up, and because he had been sitting for too long, his body tilted and he almost fell, and the oriole quickly supported him.

This person is iron, and his rice is steel. Huang Hailin hasn't eaten for several meals, so it's a normal reaction to be like this.

Huang Que couldn't help but wanted to ask about his own body, but Huang Hailin really seemed to have lost his soul. He took a piece of red cloth from the inside, wrapped the box carefully, and said, "Later, you can go to Maoer Let me tell your uncle that I will go to Xiyue Tower for dinner tonight, and you, Uncle Qihu, also let me know, I haven't had a good drink with the two of them for a long time."

After finishing speaking, he went into his room on his own, but then he turned his head, looked at Huang Que, and said softly: "Don't tell your uncle and Uncle Qihu about the matter about Lu Xiemo and Xiao Diu, understand? If they ask, you just say you don’t know.”

"I see, Second Uncle..."

Huang Que wanted to ask Huang Hailin if he wanted to eat?But when he got to his mouth, he swallowed it back. He was full of words to tell Huang Hailin, but there was really no chance. Huang Que also knew that once his second uncle became obsessed with one thing, the other I didn't even bother to listen, even if the sky was falling.

Thinking of this, he could only leave the room angrily.

As soon as I walked downstairs, I heard the roar of motorcycles outside. I saw the red body and the big yellow word "Yang" on the front of the car. Besides Miss Yang, who else raised her eyebrows?

The little girl didn't care about the bruises on her face at all, but her knees were fine. After rubbing the red medicine, after a night, she was able to jump around again.

Yang Mei today has long hair and shawls, wearing purple sunglasses, wearing a vermilion plaid long shirt, tied a knot at the bottom and tied it directly to the body, revealing half of the snow-white waist, and wearing a sky blue shirt on the lower body. The ultra-short jeans, revealing a large area of ​​fair and mouth-watering breasts, and a pair of red sneakers, this outfit looks sexy, fresh, and has a lot of small temptations.

"Come on!" The dead girl yelled after she cast a red phantom. As for everything she experienced last night, she might have completely forgotten it.

Huang Que glared at her, and didn't bother to argue with her anymore.

"Why? Ignore auntie?" She raised her eyebrows and moved closer, took off her purple sunglasses, and her big eyes squirmed wildly, fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"What a brat, you're not ashamed to call yourself Auntie?" Huang Que confronted.

"What? Are you angry? Who told you to be an obedient little oriole?"

As she spoke, she raised her eyebrows and laughed, then turned around and went to say hello to Liu Jinyin and Xing Buying, this dead girl is familiar with everyone here, she runs here every few days, sometimes she just rushes upstairs, When Liu Jinyin was watching action movies several times, he was so scared that he quickly quit the player, but sometimes he raised his eyebrows and would not give up, searching everywhere on the computer. Liu Jinyin, an old guy, treats others carelessly, but he is only afraid of this dead girl Extremely, when encountering a sudden attack by raising eyebrows, and it is too late to shut down, I simply unplug the power directly.

Huang Que looked at the time, it was not too early, and it would be four o'clock in the afternoon, and he had to go to Mao'erkou to meet his uncle Zhao Daotu. After thinking about it, he went to the front counter to get Huang Hailin's Touareg's key.

Pick up Zhao Daotu, then you can't drive a motorcycle, this is a thing for young people, and people who are a little bit older will not ride it.

Yang Mei was going to talk nonsense with Liu Jinyin, but when he saw the oriole was about to drive out, he immediately dragged Xiaodiu in, looking eagerly, "Where are you going?"

Huang Que turned the steering wheel, "Just go if you want to, and ask a fart."

"Yo, it's still pulled up."

"No, my little oriole, how dare you be arrogant in front of Yang Gege, what do you think?"

"Death!" Raised eyebrows and slapped Huang Que on the shoulder, and the three of them drove away.

Maoer Street, located near Bayi Park in Qingcheng City, is the only antique street in Qingcheng City. I heard that there used to be a group of wild cats in that place, which was weird, and because the whole market was shaped like a cat’s mouth, it got such a name. Now, it has been changed into an antique market, and it is extremely lively. As for the legendary gods and ghosts, they are nothing in front of the big Bodhisattva Qian.

Yangmei was chattering all the way, but luckily the people he talked to were on Xiaodiu, Xiaodiu, a stinky boy, didn't seem to have any annoyance and irritability towards anyone, and he would always be that loyal listener, which just happened to make Yangmei ruthless I had an addiction to bragging.

Maoer Street is not big, but it’s not too small. It’s in a ring shape, and there are shops all around it, gold and silver, beautiful jade, calligraphy and painting, porcelain, and fake bronze wares, and even terracotta warriors. Of course, as long as you have a little nerve Normal people know that it is 100% fake.In addition to these, there are also some small tea shops, mahjong halls, chess and card rooms, and leisure pavilions. In short, this place is full of dragons and snakes. Criticize, entertain yourself.

The yellow bird parked the car and walked forward with Xiaodiu and Yangmei. The summer sun is very poisonous. Fortunately, the big trees on Maoer Street were not cut down. Now, they have turned into a handful of shady trees. The big umbrella also adds a lot of cultural heritage to the place of Maoer Street. There are places with such towering trees, so there must be some history. People who are interested in antiques like to make up stories for nothing. It's a joke.The more stories about this thing, the weirder it is, the more peculiar it is, the more money it can take from other people's pockets. Anyone who runs an antique shop knows that the quality and heritage of the thing itself are very important to sell something, but more The most important thing is the eloquence of the seller, who can tell the dead into the living, and pull together things that don't match the horse's mouth, that's the master, especially those who don't understand Chinese culture and have a lot of money. Hua's foreign friend tells a story that Diao Chan and Dong Zhuo have to tell, and talks about Lu Fengxian becoming a golden lotus in a rage, and Wu Song marrying a wife named Mulan. It doesn't matter what logic he has, and whether he is in an era, as long as he can make money.

When the oriole first came to Qingcheng, it especially liked to run to this place. It’s okay to look at the villains and comics that have long been out of print. It feels like returning to my childhood. I heard that this kind of thing is born in the 70s and 80s. Some collectors love it very much, but it became very popular for a while. When the boss drove them away, they went to listen to other people's stories and tell their fortunes. That life is full. After playing a lot, they get tired of it. , I have been fascinated by racing in recent years, and even less.

On the east side of Maoer Street, there is a shop facing north and south. It is quaint. It is said that it was left in the Qing Dynasty. That is Zhao Daotu's shop, named "Xuanmen Pavilion".

To say that this Xuanmen Pavilion is located in Maoer Street is really a strange thing. The whole street is only one family without a semicolon.

It is neither an antique shop nor a modern tea shop restaurant. As for what it is, we must start with Zhao Daotu.

Zhao Daotu is a celebrity in Qingcheng, not only because he helped the mafia boss Yang Qihu make a comeback 13 years ago, but also because of his own strength.

Those who are familiar with Zhao Daotu know that he has three titles, some call him Master Zhao, others call him Zhao Yaodao, and even more people simply omit the word Zhao and call him Shenzhu directly.

But even so, no matter what others say, Zhao Daotu is still doing well. There is an endless stream of people going in and out of Xuanmen Pavilion every day, and most of them are rich and dignified people, and what they want is guaranteed. It is the site selection of the factory, the removal of the grave, the fortune-telling, the divination, the feng shui, and the maze. Occasionally, Zhao Daotu also treats difficult and miscellaneous diseases.

People who specialize in this kind of thing, it's no wonder that others associate him with the demon stick, and some people even say that this Xuanmen pavilion should be changed into a cheating pavilion.

But then again, those high-ranking officials and rich businessmen, were they kicked by donkeys one by one, holding money to spend for Zhao Daotu?It's also impossible, Huang Que heard that five years ago, a wealthy businessman's wife had a strange disease, which couldn't be cured, and finally came to Xuanmen Pavilion, where Zhao Daotu had a bowl of 'divine tea' and a magic talisman. It's easy to handle. As for whether it's a coincidence or whether it's really the right medicine, only the devil knows.

Some people say that Zhao Daotu is using superstition to make money, and some people say that Zhao Daotu is simply a scum of society, but Huang Que thinks that people who say such things are jealous. Can't solve it, why do so many people come to Xuanmen Pavilion every day?Did they all burn out their brains?To put it bluntly, even if he was deceived and abducted, it can only be said to be his ability. If you have the ability, you can also cheat?

The three of them walked into the Xuanmen Pavilion, and seeing the situation, Huang Que knew that within two or three hours, this Zhao Daotu would never be able to leave the door. It is really high.