Chapter 87: Broken Blade

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The contractor was frightened when he saw the loss of life, but he was afraid of affecting the construction of the project, so he forcibly concealed the matter. Only a few senior executives of the group knew about it.

But after that, one person would disappear from the construction site every once in a while. Later, more and more people disappeared, and corpses with miserable death conditions appeared more frequently.

After all, the fire could not be covered by paper. After the incident became serious, the project was finally stopped.

There are rumors among the people that Pyeongchang Port is haunted, that there are corpses of previous dynasties under the water, and that the construction work this time has disturbed something dirty.

But the real situation is unknown.

Chen Si silently kept this information in mind, always feeling that this matter was extremely strange.

What on earth is that monster with a human head and a fish body? Is it a monster or some other kind of creature?

In addition, based on the tragic death of these corpses, they do not look like sacrifices, but more like venting anger.

If this is the case, I am afraid that this kind of creature has a strong sense of companionship. If the number is small, it will not be a problem. If there are too many, I am afraid it will be difficult to deal with.

After some thought, he still felt that the matter of Pingchang Port should not be rushed.

The trip to Huangkou Village was a result of a few narrow escapes due to lack of preparation. This time, we need to make sure plans are in place before investigating, and we must not put ourselves in danger again.

The top priority is to quickly get a handy magic weapon.

Although the Tang Dao used to deal with enemies was of good quality, it was ultimately a mundane object and could not withstand the infusion of immortal energy.

It's a pity that most of Yu Yixian's Shanyue Ancient Building is full of rare and exotic herbs, and there are no magic weapons for sale. Otherwise, you can just buy a weapon from him.

Chen Si touched his chin, and for a while there was no other way to go.

I don’t know where the other monks got these objects.

Looking back, the only magical weapon I have ever used was the Seven-Star Sword that I stole from murderers and treasure hunters.

It was the most handy weapon he had ever used, and it could be called a true magic weapon. It was not only sharp and tough, cutting iron like clay, but it could also absorb the essence of others and feed it back to himself.

It's a pity that it was lost at the bottom of the cave that day and I don't know where it went.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Si remembered Yu Yixian's words that day and finally decided to try his luck in the antique street.

After all, Huayin City was the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, and many ancient artifacts have been unearthed throughout the history. Among those old objects, there are occasionally one or two artifacts left by ancient monks.

There have been supernatural incidents in the city in the past where antique enthusiasts bought red lacquered wood carvings to ward off evil spirits, and the whole family was beheaded the next day.

Chen Si guessed that it was a mortal who bought the evil magical weapon, but he couldn't control it and suffered a backlash.

Although there are not many of these immortal cultivation objects scattered in the world, and most of them are defective products, it is still better than Chen Si's current state of being empty-handed.

He asked Li Chen to continue working on the blood donation station, while he went to the antique shop.

It is now evening, and some of the stalls with low business are getting ready to close one after another, while some stalls with busy business are still surrounded by a group of people.

Of course, most of them are spectators, coming to join in the excitement of the buyers.

After all, there is a saying in the cultural and entertainment industry that if you don’t open for three years, you will live for three years if you open. How can there be so many rich people buying cultural relics all day long?

Chen Si was not in a hurry and wandered around leisurely. He didn't care whether it was hot or not. He went to a stall selling literature and toys and took a look at it. He picked up two items he was interested in and didn't wait for the store to introduce them. He put it down again, shook his head and left silently.

The expectations in the eyes of each shop owner were instantly dashed. They secretly took a sip of saliva and continued to close their eyes and rest.

After going back and forth a few times, they all realized that this was a random shopper. After all, how much could a young man in his early twenties afford to pay? So he simply ignored Chen Si.

After looking around for several times, Chen Si couldn't find any fairy magic weapon, but he didn't feel disappointed in his heart. After all, he was here to try his luck. How could good things happen to him?

Just when he gave up hope, he suddenly noticed a special aura.

He followed the scent and found a shopkeeper who was closing his stall and preparing to leave.

Chen Si quickly stepped forward and said, "Show me the objects inside."

The shop owner was in his forties and seemed simple and honest, but his small mouse-like eyes shone with shrewdness.

As soon as he saw Chen Si's furious look, he knew he was the rightful owner, so he quickly rearranged these cultural toys on the ground and said: "Young man, these are good things from all dynasties, at least three or four hundred years old." It has a long history and is very valuable. Please be gentle with your hands and don’t bump into it.”

Chen Si ignored his words, but narrowed his eyes and immediately discovered the source of the aura.

It turned out to be a seemingly inconspicuous bronze square statue!

He looked carefully and saw that the ancient Taotie pattern was carved on the surface of Fang Zun, but it was too square and felt a bit awkward.

I wanted to continue investigating, but the shop owner hurriedly said: "Hey, young man, you look young, but your eyesight is really old. I got this Fang Zun from a literary and art collector two years ago. It is from the Zhou Dynasty at least. It’s a ritual vessel! If I hadn’t had a close friendship with that person, how could he have sold this treasure to me? He sold it to me for 20,000 yuan. I think you are destined to have this treasure, young man. You really want it. , I’ll just sell it to you for eighteen thousand!”

Chen Si frowned, still unable to find the source of the aura, and fell in another direction. There was nothing inside.

"strangeness......"

He mobilized the immortal energy in his body and injected it into the bronze Fang Zun. However, Fang Zun still did not react at all. Instead, cracks appeared on the surface, as if it would be stretched open in a moment.

The shop owner's eyes widened and he didn't see how hard the other party was exerting himself. Why was Fang Zun broken?

He quickly snatched Fang Zun back and scolded: "Good boy, if you don't want to buy it, I won't buy it. How dare you break it for me! To tell you the truth, this treasure of mine costs at least 100,000 yuan, and I can't lose a single penny!"

Chen Si smiled coldly, "But if I'm not mistaken, the bottom of your baby is made of iron, isn't it? The Taotie pattern on it is regular and regular, and it was also engraved by a machine, right? There's also a layer of bronze rust on the surface... ....”

The shop owner thought he was a fool, but after hearing this, his face changed several times, and his arrogance immediately disappeared, "Well, ten thousand is fine too."

Chen Si snorted and was about to leave, but found a rusty iron knife on the stall.

Half of it to be precise, the upper part had been broken off, leaving only the remaining third of the blade.

Moreover, the cutting edge is also incomplete and has been corroded a lot by rust.

Although this knife seemed ordinary, it gave Chen Si a unique feeling.

He picked up the broken sword and injected immortal energy into it again. This time, it was different from before. The immortal energy quickly integrated into the blade, trembling in waves, and actually resonated with Chen Si!