Chen Qing came to the door, and Han Yuan whispered: "Let's go."
Arriving at the office, Han Yuan looked serious: "Chen Qing, that prediction is indeed correct!"
"Ah?" Chen Qing pretended not to know.
"I participated in the operation of Princess Tomb tonight, and the tower awakened!"
"As soon as I woke up, I was pulled to a... a far away place."
“It’s kind of like an online conference, full of scary old monsters.”
"Especially the young man next to me. Those old monsters were very polite and respectful to this young man. Unfortunately, my cultivation level is too low and I can't feel anything different about this young man."
Chen Qing: "..."
Only then did Chen Qing realize that the "senior" they had been talking about at that time was actually him? !
"This young man's strength is terrifying. Look at what he means today. He actually calculated the time when the disaster will strike."
"So the most important thing now is to find him."
"Look, do you recognize him?"
With that said, Han Yuan took out a piece of A4 paper with an avatar printed on it.
It is very similar to the appearance of my painted skin today.
"Fortunately, I have a painted skin..." Chen Qing was glad in his heart. He looked at it seriously for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't think I know him. It's just a stranger."
Han Yuan was not surprised and asked again: "The reason why I came here is to ask you if there are any other prophecies about this tower? Especially the blood moon, is there anything else to mention?"
"No more." Chen Qing shook his head.
Han Yuan nodded solemnly and said: "But since the prophecy is partially accurate, it deserves to be treated seriously. I will go to the commander tonight to make some arrangements."
"Are you partly sure?"
"Yes. That's not right either."
Han Yuan nodded, "Didn't the prophecy say that 12 ghosts can be trapped? But my tower can only trap 6 ghosts."
This time, it was Chen Qing's turn to be stunned.
Logically speaking, each of the twelve towers can suppress 12 ghosts. Does this mean that each tower can suppress a different number of ghosts?
"There should be twelve towers in total. I estimate that each tower can hold a different number of ghosts."
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 leaving military vehicles, Chen Qing sighed.
If it were Han Yuan who had obtained such a magical weapon, he would definitely not dare to disclose it to the public.
Two lifetimes is enough to see a person clearly.
And Han Yuan is undoubtedly a person worth trusting.
If I can be honest with him and share information, I should be able to get a lot of information about the Demon Suppression Tower.
However, after experiencing the blood moon, Chen Qing did not dare.
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, startling Chen Qing.
Four bags, one containing 100 million, one containing gold and silver worth 100 million, one containing spiritual stones worth 100 million, and one containing ghost beads worth 100 million.
Chen Qing took out the last bag, reached into it, and took out a ghost bead.
One phalanx.
After experiencing the blood moon, Chen Qing naturally knew that although ghost beads were called "beads", they had different shapes.
It's just that he has only seen a few, not as many as now.
After casually browsing, these ghost beads include blood beads, gelatin beads, bones, fruits, and beads.
Zhong Kui grabbed the finger bones, stuffed them into his mouth, and started chewing them.
Turning out the first pocket, there were ten bank cards in it.
Walking out of the base, Chen Qing transformed into a migrant worker in a hidden corner.
I just found an ATM machine and inserted the card...
There is no password interface, the money withdrawal/transfer page appears directly.
10 million.
Naturally, I would not be stupid enough to transfer it to my own account and put the card away.
Suddenly there were 100 million more, but surprisingly calm.
After thinking about it, I need to spend the money quickly.
Even buying toilet paper will do.
About 100 million, no matter what you buy, it is considered a large transaction.
I have no connections and no experience in this area, so I can’t just pick an online store and fill in hundreds of millions in the quantity column, right?
How to spend it?
Looking for Manager Yang from the safe house?
is also an option.
This thought lasted all night.
In the morning, Chen Qing's phone rang.
Mrs. Wu.
Chen Qing was startled.
Could it be that he regretted it and wanted to return to Zhong Kui Tu?
The call was answered:
"Hey, Li Qing, I'm Mrs. Wu~"
"Hey, hello, Mrs. Wu."
"It's like this. I still have a few old items on hand. Is the foreign friend behind you last time still interested?"
Chen Qing was slightly startled, then suddenly overjoyed!
I’m worried that I can’t spend the money!
"Let me ask. Mrs. Wu, please wait a moment."
After thinking about it, he asked Huapi: "Huapi, can you appraise antiques?"
"I can't identify it, but I can date it." Hua Pi added: "It can be judged by aura."
The so-called identification is to tell the origin, background, function, etc. of this ancient object.
Dating is simply to determine the dynasty.
But this is enough for Chen Qing.
At that moment, Chen Qing called back: "Mr. Ruan happens to be 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 business this time, and his cash flow is sufficient."
"Oh?" Mrs. Wu's voice revealed joy: "Okay, okay, see you in the evening."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Qing checked into a room casually and took the painting with him to catch up on his knowledge of antiques for a day.
At night, Hua Pi transformed into a thin and capable middle-aged man.
Chen Qing followed her with a briefcase in hand.
Soon, the two arrived at the agreed place.
The store name has an ancient charm.
The decoration is very simple.
Wu Xiaomin, Mrs. Wu and Chen Qing were already familiar with each other, and there was also an old man wearing a Tang suit with disheveled silver hair, who seemed to belong to this group at first glance. There is also a very kind fat man.
Hua Pi shook hands with everyone one by one and asked directly: "Where are the things?"
Everyone was startled.
Chen Qing smiled and said: "Mr. Ruan is pressed for time and may have to leave tonight. Bosses, please bring all the good things now if you can."
After everyone heard this, they no longer hesitated.
Mrs. Wu took out a picture.
""The Old Man Under the Crane" is said to be Tang Bohu..."
"For those who are Qingqing, no."
Hua Pi shook his head, "Let's do the next one."
At this moment, the four of them looked at each other, shocked in their hearts!
Being able to tell that it was Qianqing was not a big deal, but to be able to make such a definite judgment just by looking at it, everyone asked themselves that they couldn't do it.
At the moment, there is more solemnity.
The silver-haired old man took out a jade ring and said, "This is a jade ring with a phoenix and peony pattern from the Southern Song Dynasty..."
"From the Yuan Dynasty."
Hua Pi interrupted, "How much?"
The silver-haired old man said: "2 million."
"It's expensive." Hua Pi shook his head: "The next one."
Everyone felt that it was getting difficult.
They have never seen such a master.
Hua Pi was a little dissatisfied and placed 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 will be ready by then."
He said and went out.
Chen Qing turned back with an apology on his face: "I'm sorry, everyone, Mr. Ruan has this kind of character."
"His family started out by making antiques. 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 have some age."
Wu Xiaomin nodded: "I understand."
