Tomb robbing: The survivors of the ruins will live forever from Pingshan

Just remove a piece of felt from the tent and spread it on the ground.

There aren't many things.

But the food at other stalls is fresher than others.

The stall in front of me doesn't seem to be a clear weapon.

More like it was collected from the countryside.

Chen Zhao didn't rush forward and looked at the stall owner without revealing anything.

Sitting on a pony.

The body was half-suspended and swaying.

The felt hat covered his face, making it difficult to see clearly.

But I can probably guess that he looks about 40 to [-] years old.

After sizing it up, Chen Zhao's eyes fell on his hand again.

The fingers are rough and the joints are much larger than those of ordinary people.

And there was a thick layer of putty in the gaps between the nails.

At first glance, it looks like someone who digs soil all year round.

Another point.

Chen Zhao noticed that his right leg was hanging in the air. It seemed that he was not very mobile. He must be lame.

Take a look at the above.

He basically already had the idea in his mind.

The stall owner in front of me should have a fighting background, but he had a broken leg due to injury.

I had no choice but to change my career to Baofengzhai.

The so-called Baobozhai.

He's the kind of antique dealer who travels to the countryside.

This also corresponds to the fact that he spreads things out.

exhaled.

Chen Zhao squatted in front of the pavement as if nothing had happened.

Hearing the commotion, the stall owner did not take off his felt hat, and was still humming the tune of the grassland to himself.

Look around.

Chen Zhao's eyes fell on a dagger.

It's a bit like the knife used by herdsmen in the wilderness to cut meat.

But the style is older.

It is probably an ancient relic from the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

And looking at the pattern on the handle, it clearly belongs to the Xianbei people.

This stuff comes along the way.

I have never seen fifty but thirty.

The reason why he targeted it.

It was because from this dagger, Chen Zhao detected an aura similar to the copper bell used by the great witch.

Correct.

That's right.

This is most likely also a shamanic artifact.

The key is.

A flame pattern can be vaguely seen on the dagger.

According to the inheritance of shamanism.

It should be used for fire worship!

"Boss, this knife is good, how can I sell it?"

Chen Zhao didn't bother to play tricks, so he went straight to the point and asked for the price.

"Han people?"

hear him.

The stall owner finally lifted his hat, revealing a face typical of a man in the wasteland.

The skin is dark and red.

beard.

The eyes are deep.

He spoke with a thick breath.

"Why, do you have to do business between Han and Mongolians?"

Chen Zhao smiled and asked.

"That's not true. We see fewer Han people in Donghe Town than when we saw those Japanese devils in Russia."

The stall owner shook his head and explained casually.

Then he lowered his head and looked at the dagger that Chen Zhao was interested in.

"a horse."

Chen Zhao was somewhat familiar with the rules of the ghost market here.

It doesn’t talk about the ocean and it doesn’t talk about the French currency and the US dollar.

In horses.

And a horse can be sold for about half an ocean.

This price... is so worth it.

Chen Zhao was excited inside, but his face didn't show it at all.

Come to think of it.

The Xianbei people have long since disappeared in the long river of time.

There are even fewer people who can identify shamanic instruments.

"Then are you collecting things?"

"Take it, but it depends on what you can come up with."

The stall owner nodded.

At the end of the day, they are antique dealers.

As long as you can make money, you will be welcome.

Chen Zhao didn't delay either.

He handed over the bronze mask of the Great Witch of Xianbei.

As soon as he took it out, he saw the eyes of the man opposite him brighten.

The legs swinging back and forth stopped.

Sitting on the horse with a serious look on his face.

"This is……"

He took the mask and took a look.

He just felt his heart pounding.

The things are definitely items from the Xianbei people in the late Tang and Five Dynasties.

But compared to the antiques on his stall, the craftsmanship of the mask in his hand was completely different.

He guessed that this was either used by noble princes or witches.

Except for them.

It is impossible for ordinary lower-class people of the Xianbei tribe to use it.

But even so.

He still suppressed the shock in his heart.

He pretended to look at it and said, "This mask seems to have been burned."

"The patina is ruined. If it could be preserved, the price would definitely double."

"Just say the price."

Chen Zhao said calmly.

He has seen too many such methods of lowering prices.

"Ahem, in addition to this dagger, this number is also included."

The man coughed, hiding his embarrassment, and stretched out his hands.

Ten dollars?

According to his own estimation, this bronze mask is about the same price.

But these are secondary.

The most important thing is the shamanic weapon.

"Okay, wrap it up."

Without much nonsense, Chen Zhao nodded directly.