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When he "retreated" out of the dark hall, Zhang Xiaoqiang's consciousness came to his senses.

"Hallucinations?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked himself.

No, what illusion, so real?

The empty black 'colored' hall just now, and the fanged ghost head, were vividly in my eyes, and they floated in front of me.

"Could it be the problem with this urn?" Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but guess.

Then, Zhang Xiaoqiang cautiously tried to communicate with his mind about this urn.

He entered the void world in an instant.

This void world is full of 'yin' atmosphere.

Zhang Xiaoqiang held back, did not 'lose' himself, and quickly 'withdrew' his consciousness.

By the way, it's this urn that is weird.

There is a special prohibition set up inside this urn to seal off an evil spirit.

At present, Zhang Xiaoqiang's cultivation is not enough to unlock this ban, but he understands that this ban is very special, and the evil spirits blocked in the ban are also very powerful.

If this evil spirit is released, it will plague the earth.

Yu Gong is 'private', Zhang Xiaoqiang is interested in this urn, he wants to study this urn well, the current cultivation is not enough, and when he cultivates for a while, his cultivation has improved, and he may not be able to study this urn well.

The old man with the goatee saw Zhang Xiaoqiang squatting in front of the stall, looking interested in his things, and he didn't care about what Wang Fangyu said for a long time.

The old man with the goatee asked, "Little brother, choose some treasures, these are my ancestral treasures......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was not shocked, holding a white 'colored' porcelain snuff bottle, looking more interested, and said: "This snuff bottle is 'very' good-looking, so much money?"

The old man with the goatee said: "Little brother is really good eyesight, this snuff bottle was bought by my ancestor in the warlord 'mixed' war, my ancestor was 'mixed' with Duan Qirui back then, this snuffbox is a cultural relic, so let's do it, today you are my first guest, I will give you a discount, 20,000 yuan you take away, after this village there will be no more shop!"

"Poof!" Wang Fangyu burst out with a smile, patted his chest, and said: "Old man, you this, look at your label, it was shipped in April, a few yuan a factory goods, you say that it is a cultural relic of hundreds of years, you fool people, the little 'girl' admires it......"

Wang Fangyu took the snuffbox and shook the label on the bottom.

The old man with the goatee looked embarrassed, and he couldn't justify anything again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked aggrieved and said, "Grandpa, you are too cheating, you want to sell me for 20,000 ......yuan for a few yuan."

"Little brother, this, I remember it wrong, I'm sorry to ......," the old man with a goatee said with a wry smile.

Zhang Xiaoqiang said: "I don't care about you anymore, although this snuff bottle is a factory product, it looks 'quite 'fine', sell it to me for fifty yuan, okay?"

"Take it away!" At this time, the old man with the goatee did not raise the price, fifty is fifty.

Even if it was fifty, he earned more than forty dollars.

"Xiaoqiang, why are you buying this thing, there is no practical 'sex' at all, it's purely a 'waste' ......" Wang Fangyu said angrily.

This kid, knowing that the other party is a cheater, wants to buy other people's fakes, and I don't know if his head is in water.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care, so he picked up the bronze 'colored' urn and said, "Old man, if you don't do this, I'll add another fifty yuan and give me this urn too?"

"No, no, this is a bit old, and my cost price of fifty yuan is not enough......" This time, the old man with the goatee didn't brag about what kind of cultural relics this urn was.

"Xiaoqiang, why did you buy this urn? it has no collection value at all!" Wang Fangyu reminded.

Zhang Xiaoqiang said indifferently: "It's fun, I see that this urn is 'very' beautiful, and I want to buy it back and put it in the study to make an ornament." ”

Wang Fangyu rolled her eyes, what kind of aesthetic level is this kid.

The old man with the goatee saw that Zhang Xiaoqiang really liked this urn, so he said: "Little brother, let's do it, this urn will be sold to you for a thousand yuan." ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang said: "It becomes a 'handover'. ”

One thousand, not much, this urn hides a big secret, not to mention a thousand, it is ten thousand, Zhang Xiaoqiang will also buy it, he deliberately bought a snuff bottle first, pretending to be interested in a snuff bottle, and then lowering the price, but he didn't want to 'spend' that unjust money.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang agreed so happily, the old man with the goatee felt a 'meat' pain in his heart, why should he shout a thousand, he should shout two thousand.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took out one thousand and fifty and took away the snuff box and this bronze urn.

"Hey......" Wang Fangyu shook her head, feeling that Zhang Xiaoqiang was purely a loser.

"Little brother, sell this urn to me......" At this moment, a 'yin' cold voice came.

Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his eyes and saw a hideous monk walking towards him.

Behind this monk were two young men dressed in designer clothes.

One of the young men was about 1.8 meters tall, looking heroic and 'forced', with cold eyes in his eyes, sweeping towards Wang Fangyu.

"Don't sell!" Zhang Xiaoqiang decisively refused.

"Give you 20,000 and sell it to me!" said the monk.

"Don't sell!" Zhang Xiaoqiang still refused.

"Fifty thousand. ”

"Not for sale!"

"One hundred thousand. ”

"If you don't sell it, you sell it for a million, and I won't sell it either. ”

Wang Fangyu was simply stunned, isn't it just an urn, this monk is actually willing to pay 100,000, but Zhang Xiaoqiang said that he would not sell it if he said a million.

Could it be that this urn is some kind of Pokémon?

The old man with the goatee watched the value of what he sold for a thousand yuan suddenly rise to 100,000,000, and he was secretly proud, and he was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

"Boy, this is the Mi Luo Ren 'Bo' cut master of the Great Snow Mountain, the master takes a fancy to your urn, you will sell it obediently, and you will save the loss......" At this time, the heroic 'forced' man opened his mouth, and his tone was full of a domineering tone.

"Zhou Tianhao, what qualifications do you have to let my brother listen to you? What kind of thing are you?" Wang Fangyu glared at the heroic 'forced' Zhou Tianhao angrily, and said very unhappily.

Zhou Tianhao grinned, sneered, and said, "Oh, it turns out that this little white face is your younger brother, haven't I heard that you have a younger brother, what kind of distant cousin?"

Zhou Tianhao spoke 'yin' and yang weirdly, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was very unhappy.

From the moment Zhou Tianhao arrived, Zhang Xiaoqiang observed that Zhou Tianhao was a little interested in Wang Fangyu.

Zhang Xiaoqiang shrugged his shoulders senselessly, and said lightly: "Yes, I am her younger brother, and on the 'bed', she also calls me a good brother......

"You ......" Zhou Tianhao was so angry that his face was blue, and he wanted to beat Zhang Xiaoqiang on the spot.

The Guru Mira Rinchen 'Bo' Che said, "Little brother, give you one last chance, 100,000 yuan, sell me this urn, otherwise you ......."

"Otherwise, what?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked.

"Whoosh!" Mi Luo Ren 'Bo' Che rushed towards Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the big hand like a fan swept directly towards Zhang Xiaoqiang.