I saw that the halo was pervasive, and the black clay pot in his palm emitted a rich black light. And Xu Zhuo turned his eyes to see that there was nothing abnormal about the few pieces of Ming blue and white porcelain that he had put aside before.

The ability of "appreciating treasures" is very mysterious, and if it is a treasure, it will naturally show a difference. Xu Zhuo's first two experiences were to exude a circle of clear light, if Baohui, it looked particularly auspicious, but this time, it was actually black!

It doesn't matter if it's black, perhaps, it's the same color as the jar, but this black has an indescribable dead silence and coldness, and it makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"This is a dead qi artifact, and it has just been unearthed?!" Xu Zhuo's heart moved, and he saw the origin of this black clay pot.

The so-called "artifact" is something dug up from the grave of a dead man, in fact, many antiques come from this way, but it is really quite rare to find an object that retains such a rich black dead air. At least, Xu Zhuo thinks that what can manifest abnormalities in his "Treasure Appreciation" ability must not be mundane.

"Where did Gao Meng get this kind of thing? Did you go to rob the tomb?" Xu Zhuo muttered softly, but then shook his head, Gao Meng's guy has been with his classmate for almost five years, Xu Zhuo still doesn't understand? Don't look at Gao Gaoda, and has a nickname of "Wild Boar Meng", in fact, he is very timid, and he is most afraid of ghosts, and he doesn't dare to drill into the grave of the dead if he is given 10,000 guts.

"This kind of dead air, so strong, after a long period of contact, it is not good for the body, maybe some strange things will happen, it is called a bad thing, I don't know if anyone will buy it, but this is definitely a treasure level, and someone must know the goods!" Xu Zhuo groaned, feeling that it was most appropriate to sell it to Huang Lao. There are not many people in the antique industry he knows, Huang Bingfu is counted as one, and it is better to be cooked than raw, and he sold two objects to the other party last time, and the price given is also fair.

This kind of hoodoo is not very convenient to hold directly with his hands, so Xu Zhuo found a bag in the dormitory and put it on and went straight to the antique market.

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Treasure Pavilion Antique Appraisal Center.

As soon as Xu Zhuo came in, he was warmly received by the staff, mainly because the staff here were very impressed with him, last time, when Xu Zhuo came, the boss Huang Bingfu valued Xu Zhuo very much, and called him Xiaoyou.

Of course, there are naturally no shortage of people who are not convinced by Xu Zhuo, for example, there is a fat man who ignores Xu Zhuo, and the manager asks him to pour Xu Zhuo a cup of tea, but he doesn't pay attention to it, and directly finds an excuse to be busy with something else.

"Mr. Xu, you sit down for a while, and I'll arrange for someone to identify this object first. The manager in charge of reception was very polite and personally poured Xu Zhuo a cup of tea.

Xu Zhuo smiled and said, "You are too polite, just call me Xiao Xu." ”

About half an hour later, the manager came out with a clay pot, and there was an appraisal report, saying that it was a thing from the Eastern Han Dynasty and that he was willing to pay a high price of 130,000 yuan. After all, this jar is not used by some celebrity, or produced by some famous master, but just "ordinary things".

Xu Zhuo shook his head and said, "At least 300,000!" He didn't really know how much this thing was worth, but he thought that 300,000 should be able to be sold, and it should be said that it was only a little. Because, Xu Zhuo thinks, those modern high-tech instruments in this appraisal center may not be able to identify the kind of black gas that Xu Zhuo saw after triggering the "Treasure Appreciation" ability. That kind of black gas must have its value and preciousness. After all, some of the poisonous things in this world are also extremely precious. Maybe some strange people need this kind of black clay pot to set up the formation or hold something?

"Three hundred thousand?" As soon as Xu Zhuo's words came out, the manager was immediately surprised, and then said with a wry smile: "The price I gave is already relatively fair, so there is no need for you to bargain so hard like in other places." ”

The fat man who looked down on Xu Zhuo before and was not convinced by Xu Zhuo also heard it at this time, and deliberately shouted in a strange way in the distance: "Some people are really lions with big mouths, I don't know what to do, they think that we are here to open a good hall, so they casually brought a broken jar, and they were not satisfied with 130,000, but they asked for 300,000, which is more than doubled!

The manager immediately scolded him, so that he could not be rude, but he did not deny the fat man's words, probably because he was also a little angry with Xu Zhuo, and said in his heart, I only opened the high price of 130,000 yuan for the sake of the boss's face.

Xu Zhuo still insisted, first, the value is here, 300,000 is not too much, and second, Gao Meng just needs 300,000 to save his life, if he can't sell it at this price, where can he raise money? It is estimated that he can only pay out of his own pocket, that is not what Xu Zhuo wants to see, it is not that he is stingy, the main thing is that he plans to use the money to honor his parents and reduce the burden on his parents. If you can sell it for 300,000 yuan here, you can sell it as much as possible, but if you can't do it, he'll bleed heavily.

At this time, Huang Lao, who had gone out for a walk, came back, and was quite happy to see Xu Zhuo, leaning on a dragon head cane, and said with a smile: "Little friend, we have met again, what good things have you sent to the old man this time?"

The manager hurriedly told what had happened, and handed over the black clay pot, Huang Lao laughed and shouted, "Take my magnifying glass!" Xu Zhuo was suddenly shocked, looking at the other party expectantly, and at the same time faintly worried, he said in his heart, if even Huang Lao can't see it, I really don't know who to sell it to!

In the distance, the fat man who was pretending to wipe the table, in fact, was paying close attention to this side at any time, saw Xu Zhuo's expression, couldn't help pouting slightly, and said in his stomach, thinking that Huang Lao would be able to raise it to 300,000 yuan for you when he came? It's just naïve, you still have to look at things, okay! A broken jar, not well-known, how can it be sold for such a high price? Yes, the boss seems to appreciate you very much, but after all, he opened the door to do business. We'll see how ugly your dead face will be!

It's just that now that Huang Lao is here, he doesn't dare to scream like he did before.

In the hall, as soon as Huang Lao touched the black clay pot, his hand shook, of course, he still held it very firmly and would not break. The reason why my hands were shaking just now was that the death breath was too strong. Although he couldn't see that kind of black light, he had many years of experience, and when he was young, he had drilled through countless graves and touched the bones of countless dead people, so he was extremely sensitive to this kind of aura.

"The death qi is condensed and lasts for a long time, is this the legendary underworld magic weapon?" Huang Lao muttered softly, his heart was really a little agitated.

There are relatively few artifacts of the underworld, and not every artifact will form a artifact if it is buried long enough in the grave. There are many reasons for the formation of ritual instruments, and it takes a combination of many factors to make this possible. For example, the feng shui of the tomb, the resentment of the owner after death, whether the material of the ritual vessel itself can accommodate and carry the dead qi, and so on.

"This thing is worth at least 500,000!" Huang Lao thought for a while and said.

The voice was not loud, and the room was shocked.