Enchanter

Chapter [-] Man Qing Inkstone

"Let's go buy some necessary things today, because when the judge comes, he won't come alone, and you guys have to help get rid of those little ghosts and wild ghosts. In order to prevent them from using their tricks, so this Everyone must go this time." Yin Hui ordered the crowd behind him, and then came to a market.

Most of this place is for grocery shopping, but there are also vendors selling other things. Anyway, it is rather messy, and they are all people who set up street stalls.

First two pheasants, then four black donkey hooves, garlic, two black dogs, and other things that can ward off evil spirits.

Finally, I came to a small stall selling fake antiques.

He has seen this kind of small stalls selling fake antiques a lot, almost everywhere in Beijing. There are ginseng antler and ganoderma, antique pottery and porcelain figurines, and so on.

Seeing Yin Hui approaching, he probably felt that the business was coming, and the small vendor yelled a few times in particular.

Yin Hui stopped, looked at it pretending to be uninterested, then lazily walked over to pick up a piece of ceramics and asked, "How much is this thing?"

"This... 3000 yuan, no counter-offering. Seeing brother, you are also an insider, so I can give you a little." The small trader seemed very shrewd.

Yin Hui only glanced at it before throwing it away: "30 yuan, whether to sell it or not."

The small vendor was stunned for a moment, and Tang Yan and Shen Feifei burst out laughing: "30 yuan? A direct price reduction from [-] yuan to [-] yuan? They've never heard of such a settlement before."

"Thirty? Brother, add some more, how about 50 yuan?" The small merchant said with a very embarrassed expression: "You know, the risk is high now, and the urban management is more and more frequent."

"Fifty?" Several people were stunned, looking at the small peddler as if they were looking at a monster: "Those that cost 3000 yuan are willing to sell at [-], this small peddler is really cheating."

"Don't sell it." Yin Hui discarded it casually, then turned and left.

"Okay, thirty is thirty." The small merchant sighed: "Brother, I think we are so destined, you can see if there is anything you like, if there is something you like, I can give you a little bit cheaper, I’m going to sell these and quit.”

Yin Hui nodded, and then searched again.

When he saw an inkstone in the center of the Taiji gossip pattern, he immediately became interested: "Brother, how do you sell this inkstone?"

"Fifty thousand." The peddler said a number casually.

"How about fifty?" Yin Hui bargained again.

"Fifty thousand, you can't miss a single word." The small trader suddenly became serious, and the cynicism just now disappeared completely.

"If you don't sell it at fifty, you'll get it." Yin Hui used his trump card again and stood up to leave.

"Fifty thousand, I won't sell anything less." The small trader suddenly became full of confidence, and didn't even look at Yin Hui, probably seeing that this guy didn't know what to buy.

It is true that although Yin Hun is a disciple of Maoshan, he has no idea about the antique business.In the past, I only heard that the stalls sold fake products, but today I also consider myself an expert.

"Really not for sale?" After walking a few steps, Yin Hui looked back at the small merchant who had no regrets and asked.

"Fifty thousand, I won't sell a word less." This sentence seems to be his mantra, and he will never let go when he says it again.

"55, how about it?" Yin Hui raised the price again.

"fifty thousand."

"Wait a minute, let me take a look." Tang Yan walked up suddenly, then picked up the inkstone, observed it carefully, and finally showed a look of surprise on her face: "Fifty thousand, okay, then fifty thousand. "

Yin Hui came up and pulled Tang Yan's hand: "Tang Yan, what the hell are you doing, at least let's bargain."

"There's no need to bargain, it's worth the money." Tang Yan said confidently.

"No, you're just kidding me." Yin Hun was stunned for a moment, "Although I'm not an expert, such a junk thing won't sell for 5 yuan, right?"

Tang Yan said, "Yin Hui, pay."

In desperation, he took out the things in his pocket, and then counted: "120 three, Conan Doyle, lend me some."

Conan Doyle was stunned for a moment, then took out his ID from the Public Security Bureau: "Does this count?"

The small merchant didn't know this, and shook his head: "No, they are all fakes. Do you think people will believe me if I take out this high-ranking official's certificate with my appearance?"

Yin Hui looked at it, his eyebrows were sly, if he was given a proof from the mafia leader, some people would believe it was true.

"Urban management, all these things of yours have been confiscated." Ouyang Xue took out the police certificate, and then appeared.

"Ah!" The small peddler didn't know anything else, but the police proved that he did, and then his ass limply fell to the ground, motionless.

The small vendors on both sides packed up their things and fled around.

The antique dealer probably also understood, and hurriedly packed up his things and prepared to escape.

Even the inkstone in Tang Yan's hand was ignored and hurried away.

Seeing the small merchant leaving, Yin Hui walked up to Tang Yan with some uncertainty, and asked, "Tang Yan, why did you say that this inkstone is worth 5 yuan?"

"You don't understand this kind of inkstone at all." Tang Yan began to explain: "I also heard it from my father. It is said that there are usually one or two ghost scholars in the inkstone of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. Because the Manchu Qing The literary inquisition at that time killed many scholars, and those scholars who were wronged to death could not be reincarnated, and they could not stay longer at Caishikou where the beheading was, because most of the ghosts at Caishikou were vicious, they were not opponents at all, and they could not wander around. After all, the Taoist priests at that time were rampant, but if they could not be entrusted somewhere, their souls would be broken. In desperation, they could only parasitize on the inkstones they used before their lives. If it leaks outside, the ghosts outside will not find their existence."

Yin Hui nodded, then weighed the inkstone in his hands a few times, and found that it was different from other inkstones.Tang Yan was also a little impressed. I didn't expect her to have such a deep knowledge of this kind of antique.

"If you can summon the talented ghost inside to help you, you will definitely have a little more certainty of winning." Tang Yan said to Yin Hui with concern.

He nodded, but he was suddenly touched in his heart. Never before had a girl cared so much about such a small matter. Before, every time he went out for a wild trip with his classmates, he watched the girlfriends of other classmates exhort and exhort the man. All kinds of mascots, Yin Hui who was silently waiting for them alone felt uncomfortable. He thought that someone would be so careful and give him something that could express blessings.

This is a regret in his heart, it is also his weakness, and it is a forbidden place in his heart.

Today Tang Yan broke into his forbidden area, how could he not be moved?But in front of so many people, he couldn't show too much love for his son and daughter, and he was crying all over the place. After all, he was the hope of everyone's victory.

"Well, this is very important to me." Yin Hui replied lightly, and then put it in his breast pocket, close to his heart, he seemed to feel the bursts of temperature coming from the inkstone.

Fully prepared, under the leadership of the scalpel, a large group of people came to what they called the random graves in the wilderness.

This place is outside the sixth ring road of Beijing, so many places are basically small bungalows in the countryside. No matter how far you go, it is even more desolate. The trees that have lost their leaves long ago are blowing by the cold wind, whining. The sound of wooing sounds really scary.

This place is an abandoned highway, but it has been in disrepair for a long time, and it has long since become potholes. In addition, it has just rained a little, and it can be described as muddy. Walking on it is tangled.

The storage ditches on both sides were full of rubbish, and the water flowed down and flooded them, emitting a foul smell.

Not long after walking, there was a piece of Populus euphratica forest, which was probably planted by a private family. The small bridge, it is said to be a small bridge, is nothing more than two side-by-side electric poles connected horizontally, so that they can barely walk across.

Walking along the electric poles, the woodland is even more muddy, and the stench from a lot of plastic bags and various industrial waste permeates the entire Populus euphratica forest.

The girls frowned tightly, regretting that they followed them back then.

In fact, Yin Hui didn't want them to follow. Instead of being able to help, it would add a lot of burden to him, but he had no choice but to take Tang Yan and Shen Feifei came over together.

Finally, led by the scalpel, they arrived at the mass grave, and the few people gasped heavily.

There are not many tombs, maybe a dozen or so, and most of them are joint tombs. Looking at the handwriting and surnames engraved on the tombstones, these people belong to the same family.

Yin Hui didn't think too much, looked at the sky, and it was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and it would be dark at five o'clock, and ghosts would start to haunt at seven o'clock, and it was the easiest time to catch Yu Tianlai's soul at that time.

As he acted, he wondered about Yu Tianlai, how could this old guy's ghost inhabit such a place?

He let the scalpel distribute the garlic he bought to everyone, and then he put the black dog blood into two buckets, strangled the chickens by their feet, covered their mouths, and didn't let them make a sound, and didn't Suffocate them.