Chapter 416: Falling in love is like seeing a ghost
Chapter 416: Falling in love is like seeing a ghost
The Golden Money Sword, the Bagua Mirror, the Whisk, the Wolf Hair Brush, the Yu Jian'er, and even an incense burner.
There are a bunch of things on the table.
Except for the incense burner, all of them are genuine ritual instruments.
It is a real thing, but not a good one. The quality is too poor and it can barely be used as a consumable to upgrade wheels.
Whether it can be successfully upgraded is still uncertain. If the items are too bad, the quality may be lowered after being swallowed.
"How is it?" Old K pretended to be calm.
His pounding heart gave away his true nature.
Tan Wenjie raised his index finger: "1 pieces."
"These are all treasures that my cousin has passed down from generation to generation!" Old K held up two fingers, "Twenty thousand for one piece."
"Do you have any more?" Tan Wenjie didn't rush to bargain, but said, "If you have, I can take it."
"You're lucky." Old K patted his chest. "My cousin's family has been Taoist priests for generations. They don't have much else but this kind of stuff. It can fill up three warehouses. If you want more, I can give you a 10% discount."
"it is good."
Tan Wenjie nodded readily and paid for all of them.
The incense burner was also bought to prevent Old K from being unable to distinguish between good and bad things. If he selects them first and brings them back next time, he will suffer a loss.
After getting the money, Old K called "Brother Jie" several times and left happily.
Wu Ying, who witnessed the whole process but did not understand the transaction, only thought that this business was very profitable. A pile of scrap copper and iron was sold for hundreds of thousands of yuan, which was easier than robbing a gold shop, and there was no need to worry about being chased by the police.
Cheng Xiaoxi was very confused: "Ajie, what are you buying these for?"
"I seem to have seen ghosts recently." Tan Wenjie said, "So I want to find some magic tools to protect myself."
"You are superstitious too." Cheng Xiaoxi was surprised.
"How is that possible? I hate superstition the most!"
Superstition and belief are two different things. Blindly worshipping something that does not exist is superstition. He can really see ghosts and gods, so it cannot be considered superstition.
"Then why did you buy these?" She became more and more confused.
"They say falling in love is like seeing a ghost. We've heard a lot but rarely seen it." He suddenly looked at Cheng Xiaoxi lovingly, "Recently, after I've been with you, it seems like I've seen a ghost."
Cheng Xiaoxi was not embarrassed to dodge, but smiled and met his eyes.
"Then you really need to protect yourself."
The eyes are full of affection.
She is not a shy person, she just likes Tan Wenjie's love words more and will not feel embarrassed.
Wu Ying on the side: "..."
There are still people here!
If he had known this earlier, he would have gone with Old K.
"Brother Wu Ying, please help me." said Tan Wenjie.
"Brother Jie, just give me your orders."
"I don't deserve your order, but please help me find out where Lao K bought all these things."
"Bought it?" Wu Ying's face changed. "That kid actually dared to lie to me. I'm going to take my brothers to kill him right now!"
He used his own face as a guarantee to introduce business to his brothers, and his brothers actually took the opportunity to make a fortune by putting his face under their butts, and they didn't even wear underwear.
What Wu Ying hates most in his life are ordinary gangsters with no background who are more arrogant than himself. On the other hand, he doesn't hate those who are stronger and better at fighting than himself.
It just so happens that Lao K has no power or strength, he is just a little bit handsome, and he just hates people who are more handsome than himself.
"Although he didn't tell the truth, most of the things he brought were real." Tan Wenjie said, "We still need to investigate the origins of the things. What if he used some means to snatch them from someone with real skills? We might be in trouble."
"Brother Jie, leave the matter to me, don't worry!"
Wu Ying left in a hurry. Tan Wenjie picked up his things and went back to the parking lot chatting with Cheng Xiaoxi. He regretted not having finished watching the Young and Dangerous Sports Meet.
……
It is easy for young people to fall into a routine when they are in love, such as going to the movies, eating out, shopping, and staying in hotels.
Except for the last link, Tan Wenjie also didn't like the previous steps. They were so formulaic that it seemed as if everyone was an NPC in the game, refreshing every day as a background board.
Commercialization makes every aspect of love a business.
After watching a movie with Cheng Xiaoxi and sending her home, Tan Wenjie did not leave immediately but drove to the intersection and waited. After a while, Cheng Xiaonan, who was wearing makeup, ran out.
Still watching movies, eating and shopping.
He really wanted to suggest that the three sisters could be together. They were all one family, so why should they be divided so clearly?
Considering his own safety, as well as the various troublesome situations that might really break out if the three of them got together, he rationally suppressed his plan.
The situation is pretty good now. His processor can easily handle the relationship between everyone, and can arrange time reasonably, and even his physical hardware is enough to cope with the rotation battle.
The only remaining drawback is that everything has to be done in three parts, which can be overcome if you bear with it.
"Ajie, isn't the movie good?"
"Of course not." Tan Wenjie shook his head, "But I think you look better."
Cheng Xiaonan felt a little embarrassed. After they had been together, he always showed his love to her as if nothing had happened, which made her, who was very thin-skinned, a little unbearable.
I like it too.
Suddenly she felt that the movie sound was too loud and she wanted to hear more love words.
It just so happened that the explosion and car chase scene in the movie ended and everything fell into silence.
"What's that sound?" Cheng Xiaonan suddenly wondered. He didn't hear the sweet words, but he heard the smacking sound.
Tan Wenjie turned her head and looked behind her. It turned out that someone was arguing. When she turned around and looked at Cheng Xiaonan again, she felt a little embarrassed.
It seemed that she also understood what was happening behind the scenes.
"Ajie." Her cheeks were rosy and powdered.
Tan Wenjie said righteously: "This is a public place, we must restrain ourselves."
Cheng Xiaonan: "But, your hand."
Tan Wenjie calmly withdrew his hand.
He tried to control himself, but he failed, and it was all because the movie was too boring.
"..."
After sending Cheng Xiaonan back, Tan Wenjie simply washed his face and seamlessly switched to find Cheng Xiaodong.
The other party has been waiting and catching people recently, and now they have finally achieved some results. They are in urgent need of releasing pressure, and Tan Wenjie is that human stress reliever.
"What did you do with Xiaonan and Xiaoxi today?"
"Shopping, dining and watching movies."
"We'll go too."
He strongly suspected that Cheng Xiaodong's thinking was abnormal, but he nodded resolutely. He had to watch the movie three times a day, morning and evening, so it would be better to do it on the first day than every other day.
Fortunately, Cheng Xiaodong was the last one, and they both hugged each other and went home.
……
Tan Wenjie was not in a hurry to upgrade the wheel fusion. The fusion would not take too long. He had to prepare enough consumables and then find an auspicious day and time to start.
Secondly, he is still in the passionate love period, and even if he doesn't want to touch the woman, the woman will not let him go easily.
"I can bring myself bad luck and attract some peerless demons to kill me."
Considering the uncertainty of bad luck and danger, if it is not a peerless devil but a group of Indians who are targeting you, the damage to your mind will definitely be no less than the physical damage.
In the morning, Tan Wenjie went downstairs to have breakfast.
Cheng Xiaonan didn't come again, probably because Cheng Xiaodong stayed overnight at his home.
Our lives are becoming more and more harmonious.
"Hey, Wu Ying is out to chop people so early." When Tan Wenjie saw Wu Ying holding a machete, he took the initiative to greet him.
"Brother Jie, I came all the way to see you." Wu Ying said, "I have already checked it out. Old K got those things from an antique shop that specializes in ripping off foreign tourist groups. The purchase price is only a few dozen yuan each."
The items that only cost a few hundred dollars in total were sold for more than 100,000 yuan. Wu Ying's heart was bleeding.
If he had known that Tan Wenjie was being taken advantage of, he would have started buying antiques as well.
Who made Wuying the most loyal?
Wu Ying took out a piece of paper and said, "This is the address."
"Thank you for your hard work, Wu Ying." Tan Wenjie took the money and said, "Brothers, please have some tea together."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Brother Jie." Wu Ying took a look and smiled happily.
"We are one of them."
After dinner, Tan Wenjie immediately went to the antique shop at the address. Unexpectedly, he found many good things there.
Some are magical instruments, and some are tainted with evil spirits.
Tan Wenjie looked around at the shop owner. If the other party was not a god in disguise whose strength far exceeded his, he must be an ordinary person.
"Sir, they are all genuine." The shop owner said sincerely, "The prices are fair and honest. Of course, if you want some defective items, we also sell them here. We have them from all dynasties and grades!"
"I definitely believe you." Tan Wenjie looked at the pair of feet on the shop owner's shoulders.
His sight slowly moved upwards. A hanged man in a white dress stared at Tan Wenjie with a blue face.
The hanged man swung his hands back and forth, as if he was preparing to jump onto Tan Wenjie's shoulders in a standing long jump.
Tan Wenjie took two steps back to create some distance.
Hanged Man:?
His movements froze, the distance was too far to jump over, so he stopped on his own accord.
Tan Wenjie asked, "Do you feel your shoulders are a little heavy recently?"
"How do you know?" the shop owner was surprised. "Actually, my neck started to feel uncomfortable the day before yesterday after I received a batch of antiques. Are you a wizard and can you tell that there is something wrong with me?"
Tan Wenjie: “!”
You are too smart to fit in with this world.
"Hahaha, how can I be a wizard? You've been tilting your neck. With my many years of medical experience, I can tell that you must have sprained your neck." Tan Wenjie said, "I have bone-setting techniques inherited from the Republic of China. I can help you heal."
"Really?" The shop owner pointed at his neck in surprise, "If you can heal me, I will sell you the antique at a low price."
Tan Wenjie raised his hand and slapped the shop owner on the neck. At the same time, he bent his finger and the hanged ghost was instantly flung away and terrifiedly hid behind a wall.
"Hey, my neck is really better now." The shop owner rubbed his neck, "My neck feels so relaxed now. Before, it felt like someone was riding on my neck."
Your feeling is correct.
Tan Wenjie felt that the shop owner had extraordinary wisdom and could always guess the correct answer accurately.
"Your medical skills are amazing." The shop owner gave a thumbs up. "Just tell me what you want. I'll give you a discount."
Just listen to the merchant discounts.
"I want to buy some real things." Tan Wenjie's eyes did not linger on the antiques outside.
"The best things are all here," said the shop owner.
Seeing that his expression didn't seem fake, Tan Wenjie asked, "Where is the new batch of goods you mentioned that arrived yesterday?"
"It's all here."
The shop owner opened the door.
"They said they had some good stuff, but it was all just junk."
The door opens.
Tan Wenjie's eyebrows jumped, feeling so resentful. He looked at the antiques again, which included an inkwell, a porcelain bowl, copper coins, a demon-slaying sword, and a demon-subduing pestle.
They are all real things, obviously magical tools used to seal and create barriers, and have been contaminated with some resentment over the years.
He decided to retract his previous judgment. The shop owner definitely did not have good eyesight. On the contrary, his eyesight was extremely bad.
The good things here are treated as trash, while the trash is treated as treasure outside.
Tan Wenjie squatted down and pulled out a thick hemp rope, and the hanged female ghost was attached to the hemp rope.
The origin of the things is not simple. It is estimated that some tomb robbers made a big mistake, or it is possible that the thieves did not leave empty-handed. All the valuable things inside were stolen, leaving only some magical instruments guarding the seal. In accordance with the rule that thieves do not leave empty-handed, the magical instruments were taken away as well.
This is a big problem, maybe some dirt has escaped.
“I want all these things.”
The shop owner immediately lost interest. He saw that the clothes Tan Wenjie was wearing were very expensive and thought he was a rich man who could sell him some of the good things he had carefully selected. He didn't expect that he was here to pick up bargains again.
Fortunately, the quantity was large and the car driven by Tan Wenjie could not hold so many things, so he had to ask someone to help deliver them.
Tan Wenjie casually threw the hemp rope into the box and looked at the dressing table in the corner outside.
“I want that table too.”
"This table is not simple." The shop owner smiled happily, "It's a real antique, this is..."
"No need to tell me where it came from. I just like this table and I didn't buy it as an antique."
"You didn't treat it as an antique?"
Although this table is a bit evil and is not a proper dressing table for a lady from a noble family, but is used by the dead when they get married, it is made of solid materials and is a genuine antique.
He didn't understand what Tan Wenjie meant, but since Tan Wenjie was willing to pay first, he certainly wouldn't say anything.
While arranging for people to load the truck and help deliver the goods, Tan Wenjie casually asked, "If the person who sold that box of antiques comes again, remember to contact me."
"They were so sneaky when they came here that they didn't leave any contact information, otherwise I would call them now." The boss nodded.
The shop owner watched Tan Wenjie drive away, followed by the truck carrying the goods.
He was in a good mood and was about to close the shop early to go out for a drink, but suddenly he saw a woman in a skirt appear on the truck.
When I blinked to see more clearly, I found that the figure of the woman in the skirt had disappeared.
"It can't be a ghost."
He was confused and just as he turned around he was stopped by someone.
After seeing who the person was, the shop owner looked grim: "Old K, didn't you agree to give me two days? I haven't opened the shop for business for several days."
"Not open? I just saw you selling a cart of antiques from a distance."
“Have you ever seen antiques being sold by the truckload?”
When asked back by the shop owner, Lao K was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it, he felt that what he said made sense.
But remembering the real purpose of his trip, Lao K said, "Didn't I ask you to help me keep an eye out for those goodies before? I'll come get the goods."
After making a fortune in business with Tan Wenjie last time, Lao K has been eyeing the good stuff in the antique shop. However, he just had some money at the time and wanted to buy something for his girlfriend to please her, so he only arranged for someone to come to the antique shop to say hello. Today he finally had some free time and came over after pulling up his pants.
"No more." The shop owner shook his head.
"Wasn't there a big box before?"
"That's what the truck just took away. I sold them all for very little money."
"what!"
A truck can be sold for at least several million yuan, roughly speaking. Even if only one or two of them are genuine, you can still make tens of thousands of yuan. It is a good business with no investment and huge profits.
Old K felt dizzy, but he was not stupid and knew that he couldn't tell this to anyone.
He put his arm around the antique shop owner's shoulders and said, "Are there any other good things?"
"Have you made a fortune?" the shop owner also reacted.
"I made a little money." Old K couldn't help but want to show off.
"Why not come to me and buy the real stuff?"
"Bah, everyone knows that the antiques you put outside can't be sold."
Old K laughed in his heart. If the antique shop owner knew that the batch of goods he had just handled could be sold for millions in his hands, he might vomit blood.
No one made any money, and he suddenly felt better.
"If you have any good stuff in the future, please contact me." Lao K gently patted the shop owner's shoulder, "I'm leaving first."
Looking at Old K's leaving figure, the shop owner spat.
"You only gave a few dozen dollars, and that gentleman gave a few hundred. I'm not stupid!"
With the profit nearly ten times as much, he decided to let Tan Wenjie choose first, and then sell it to Lao K when Tan Wenjie didn't want it anymore. This way, he would make a profit no matter how he calculated it.
……
Instead of taking the things home, Tan Wenjie rented a warehouse to store the ritual objects, and then took out the hemp rope.
"There is resentment in him but no evil spirit. He probably hasn't killed anyone. Are you looking for a scapegoat?"
The hanged man glared at Tan Wenjie.
"What are you looking at, stupid?"
The hanged man remains unchanged.
"You are so stupid and yet you are looking for a scapegoat."
He used a good deed to send the hanged ghost to the underworld.
One carrot, one hole. He wanted to send the hanged ghost to reincarnation, but he actually spent 100 of his merits.
But it also broke a cycle of curse, otherwise if one person was killed one by one, who knows how many more people would be hanged.
He looked at the dressing table again, where there was a letter.
"My name is Wei Xiaodie, I'm 20 years old this year. I've had poor health since I was a child and have a heart disease. I'm going to die soon. The fortune teller said that I have a short life and I won't be able to reincarnate even if I die. I have to marry an ugly and evil ghost husband. Unless I meet a man who was born in a positive year, positive month, positive day and positive hour, as long as he is willing to lend me three years of life, I can reincarnate."
"Fate is really important."
As the level of the [Secret Realm] world gets higher and higher, he finds that not only is the enemy's strength increasing, but the proportion of "life" is also increasing.
"I can't lend you my life span. People who know me say that I was born short-lived and have evil spirits in my heart. But I can send you to reincarnate."
One ghost is a gift, two ghosts are also a gift. Merit is a renewable resource, and it will not produce offspring if you keep it.
It just so happened that the female ghost Wei Xiaodie's birth date and eight characters were written on the letter, and he used the Zhuge family's iron-plate divination skills he learned from Bai Rourou to calculate it with his fingers.
"I'm not lying. I'll give you a ride!"
At the same time, in the underworld.
Wei Xiaodie, a female ghost in a wedding dress, was sitting on the "Gold Mountain" and the "Silver Mountain". In the distance, an ugly ghost with a black face and fangs and a big red flower tied on his chest was running towards her with a big laugh.
Suddenly, a golden light was emitted from above, like golden sand from the Milky Way, which wrapped around the female ghost Wei Xiaodie and rescued her from this ghost realm. Only the ugly ghost was left, patting his chest and roaring.
"A high monk? How dare you steal my people!"
(End of this chapter)