Confession: I am a fat otaku. Why am I crying when a monster comes?

The old man was very happy.

Chen Qing came to the door, and Han Yuan whispered: "Let's go."

Arriving at the office, Han Yuan said seriously: "Chen Qing, the prophecy is indeed correct!"

"Ah?" Chen Qing pretended not to know.

"I participated in the operation of the Princess Tomb tonight, and the tower awakened!"

"As soon as I woke up, I was pulled to a... a very far place."

"It's a bit like an online meeting, and it's full of scary old monsters."

"Especially the teenager next to me, those old monsters are very polite and respectful to this teenager, but unfortunately my cultivation is too low, and I can't feel that this teenager is any different."

Chen Qing: "..."

Chen Qing realized that the "senior" they had been talking about at the time was actually himself? !

"This young man is very powerful. Judging from his expression today, he actually calculated the time when the disaster will come."

"So the most important thing now is to find him."

"Take a look, do you recognize him?"

As he said, Han Yuan took out an A4 paper with a head portrait printed on it.

It was 90% similar to the appearance of his painted skin today.

"Fortunately, there is a painted skin..." Chen Qing was relieved, looked at it carefully for a while, and shook his head and said, "I don't think I know him. I don't recognize him."

Han Yuan was not surprised, and asked again: "The reason I came here is to ask you, are there any other prophecies about this tower? Especially the blood moon, is there anything else mentioned?"

"No more." Chen Qing shook his head.

Han Yuan nodded solemnly and said, "But since the prophecy is partially correct, it is worth taking seriously. I will go to the commander tonight and make some arrangements."

"Partially correct?"

"Yes. And no."

Han Yuan nodded, "Didn't the prophecy say that 12 ghosts could be locked up? But my tower can only lock up 6 ghosts."

This time, it was Chen Qing's turn to be stunned.

Logically, each of the twelve towers can suppress 12 ghosts. Does this mean that the number of ghosts that each tower can lock up is different?

"There should be twelve towers in total. I estimate that the number of ghosts that each tower can lock up is different."

Han Yuan gave the same judgment as Chen Qing.

He waved his hand and said, "Anyway, you have made a great contribution this time. I'm leaving."

After a while, Han Yuan drove out of the base in a military vehicle with his tower.

"Is my tower the tower king?"

Naturally, Chen Qing guessed that the number of ghosts suppressed by these twelve towers ranged from one to twelve.

Looking at the departing military vehicle, Chen Qing sighed.

If he were Han Yuan, he would not dare to make this artifact public.

Two lives are enough to see a person clearly.

And Han Yuan is undoubtedly a trustworthy person.

If he is open and honest with him and shares information, he should be able to get a lot of information about the Demon Suppression Tower.

However, after experiencing the blood moon, Chen Qing dare not.

Human nature only exists when the social structure is not broken.

"Ghost bead! Give me a ghost bead!"

Zhong Kui's voice came out suddenly, scaring Chen Qing.

Four bags, one filled with 100 million, one filled with gold and silver worth 100 million, one filled with spiritual stones worth 100 million, and one ghost bead worth 100 million.

Chen Qing took out the last bag, reached out, and took out a ghost bead.

A finger bone.

After experiencing the blood moon, Chen Qing naturally knew that although the ghost bead is called "bead", it has different shapes.

But he had only seen a few, not so many now.

He flipped through them casually, and found that there were blood beads, gelatinous ones, bones, fruits, and beads among these ghost beads.

Zhong Kui grabbed a finger bone, stuffed it into his mouth, and started chewing it.

He took out the first pocket, which contained ten bank cards.

After leaving the base, Chen Qing transformed into a migrant worker in a hidden corner.

He found an ATM machine at random and inserted the card...

There was no password interface, and the withdrawal/transfer page appeared directly.

10 million.

Of course, he would not be stupid enough to transfer it to his own account, so he put the card away.

Suddenly there was an extra 100 million, but he was surprisingly calm.

After thinking about it, he had to spend the money quickly.

Even if it was to buy toilet paper.

About 100 million, no matter what he bought, it was considered a large transaction.

I have no connections and no experience in this area. I can't just pick an online store and fill in hundreds of millions in the quantity column, right?

How should I spend it?

Find Manager Yang of the safe house?

It's also an option.

I thought about this all night.

In the morning, Chen Qing's phone rang.

Mrs. Wu.

Chen Qing was stunned.

Could it be that he regretted it and wanted to get the Zhong Kui painting back?

After answering the phone:

"Hello, Li Qing, this is Mrs. Wu~"

"Hi, Mrs. Wu."

"It's like this, I still have a few old items in my hand, I wonder if the foreign friend behind you last time is still interested?"

Chen Qing was slightly startled, and then overjoyed!

I was just worried about not being able to spend money!

"Let me ask. Mrs. Wu, please wait."

After thinking for a while, he asked Huapi: "Huapi, can you identify antiques?"

"I can't identify, but I can tell the age." Huapi added: "I can tell through spiritual energy."

The so-called identification is to tell the origin, background, function, etc. of this antique.

And dating is simply to determine the dynasty.

But this is enough for Chen Qing.

At that moment, Chen Qing called back: "Mr. Ruan is in Ximing City. He has something to do and will leave tomorrow. Mrs. Wu, you'd better prepare more things."

Chen Qing added in a low voice: "He has successfully negotiated the deal this time, and the cash flow is sufficient."

"Oh?" Mrs. Wu's voice revealed joy: "Okay, okay, see you tonight."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Qing randomly booked a room and took Huapi to cram antique knowledge for a day.

At night, Huapi turned into a thin and capable middle-aged man.

Chen Qing followed her with a briefcase.

Soon, the two arrived at the agreed place.

The name of the store is Guyunxiang.

The decoration is very simple.

Chen Qing is already familiar with Wu Xiaomin and Mrs. Wu. There is also an old man wearing a Tang suit and silver hair, who is obviously a person in this field. There is also a very kind fat man.

Huapi shook hands with everyone one by one and asked directly: "Where is the thing?"

Everyone was stunned.

Chen Qing smiled and said, "Mr. Ruan is in a hurry and may have to leave tonight. Bosses, if possible, bring all the good things now."

Everyone heard this and no longer hesitated.

Mrs. Wu took out a picture.

"Old Man Under the Crane", it is said to be Tang Bohu..."

"It's from the Qing Dynasty, no."

Painted Skin shook his head, "Next one."

At this moment, the four looked at each other in shock!

It's not a big deal to be able to determine that it's from the Qing Dynasty, but everyone asked themselves if they could make such a sure judgment after just one look.

At that moment, they became more serious.

The silver-haired old man took out a jade ring, "This thing is a Southern Song Dynasty phoenix wearing peony pattern jade ring..."

"It's from the Yuan Dynasty."

Painted Skin interrupted, "How much?"

The silver-haired old man said: "2 million."

"It's expensive." Painted Skin shook his head: "Next one."

Everyone felt that it was getting tricky.

They had never seen such a boss before.

Painted Skin was a little dissatisfied and put a bank card on the table: "Everyone, we'd better not waste time. I'm going to have a meal and will be back in 45 minutes. I hope you are all ready by then."

He went out.

Chen Qing turned back and apologized: "I'm sorry, everyone, Mr. Ruan is just like this."

"His family started out as an antique dealer, and he is very familiar with the market. As long as the price is right, he will buy it."

"By the way, he prefers ghost culture and old objects that are not precious but a bit old."

Wu Xiaomin nodded: "I understand."