"Looks like no one will be here today." Luo Ding, who was sitting behind the counter, put down a copy of "House Classics" in his hand, raised his head to look at the street outside the store, and muttered to himself.

It was already past one o'clock in the morning, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, except for the faint yellow streetlights that hit the concrete pavement of the street, mottled and mottled. However, even if there are few people at this time, it is much more lively than the village where Luo Ding grew up. You know, as soon as the sun goes down in that village, basically the whole village is shrouded in darkness.

Closing the book, Luo Ding stood up and pulled down the iron scroll door of Shanyuanju, officially ending the day's business. In fact, in the past, Shanyuanju generally opened stores and closed at night. After Luo Ding came, he often didn't close until after twelve o'clock, and he felt that he would sleep in the store anyway, and he could make a little more money by closing the store later.

After locking the door, Luo Ding slowly walked down a narrow staircase to the overhead level of the store. It was usually used to stack goods, but since Luo Ding came, he cleaned up a place in a corner and placed a single bed and a small table, which was his bedroom.

Although the conditions are average, Luo Ding has been quite satisfied. There is food and accommodation, when there are guests to come, they greet guests, when there are no guests, Luo Ding reads some books related to feng shui or magic instruments, and he is quite chic.

"Sister Yun doesn't know where she is now?" Luo Ding walked to the small bed, lay down upside down, put his hands behind his head, and stared at the white ceiling fixedly, stunned.

It has been three months since Luo Ding came to Shanyuanju, and in these three months, Wang Yun has disappeared most of the time except for the occasional visit to the store, but every time he comes to the store, Luo Ding will find that Wang Yun is forcing a smile, and even at a certain time, Luo Ding also found that Wang Yun was secretly crying.

But Wang Yun didn't say it, and Luo Ding didn't want to ask, but from the mouths of people in other shops around him, he vaguely knew that Wang Yun was running around for his father's serious illness. However, he can't help with this matter, the only thing he can do is to take care of Shanyuanju's business more and more attentively, and reduce Wang Yun's pressure as much as possible.

After a while, Luo Ding found that he was not sleepy at all, his eyes began to wander around, and he had to find something to pass the time before falling asleep.

"Hey, what's that?"

Luo Ding couldn't help but rub his eyes, he seemed to see something in a corner, and there seemed to be a fog around this thing. But when Luo Ding looked at it again, it didn't seem to be anything unusual.

"Am I dazzled? No, I'll have to see if there's something real. The bold Luo Ding got up from the bed.

The thing that aroused Luo Ding's curiosity was located in the corner of the wall, and there were many things pressed on it, if Luo Ding was not lying down, looking into it through a gap exposed, I am afraid that there would really be nothing unusual.

Removing the things pressed on it, Luo Ding found that there were several dusty "things" piled up in the innermost part of the corner.

He stretched out his foot and kicked it, and the few things collided with each other and stirred up a cloud of dust.

"Hey, it turned out to be a few magic weapons, and I'm afraid they've been here for years."

The so-called magic instrument refers to the ritual instrument, the common magic instrument mainly refers to some copper dragons and copper turtles that can attract wealth and dispel evil, etc., generally people will call these feng shui ornaments or feng shui pendants, the so-called ornaments are placed on the altar, and the pendant refers to the hanging instruments.

Shanyuanju has a history of more than 30 years from Wang Yun's father to now, and these feng shui ornaments piled up in the corner of the wall are probably placed here many years ago, and then the things are pressed more and more, and slowly forget that there are still a few things here.

Luo Ding found a wet rag, squatted down and picked up one of them and wiped it, the first thing he picked up was a fist-sized Buddha statue, and wiped it carefully, the wet cloth in his hand was just a light wipe and it turned black.

Generally speaking, ritual artifacts are not like antiques, the older and older the better, but to have a good appearance, a bright appearance is a good thing. For example, the Buddha statue in Luo Ding's hand is polished as brightly as possible, and it can show the Buddha's light shining more.

Half an hour later, the Buddha statue was polished, Luo Ding put the Buddha statue in the palm of his hand and held it up, facing the light above his head, and couldn't help but squint his eyes. This small Buddha statue usually looks inconspicuous, but after it is wiped clean and shows its true appearance, it seems to be able to really exude the light of the Buddha, which immediately attracted Luo Ding's eyes.

"It's a good thing, you can buy it for a good price." After a while, Luo Ding came back to his senses. During this time, Luo Ding was taking care of the business of the store, while reading all kinds of books related to feng shui, magic instruments, etc., and when he went to buy, he was not ashamed to ask, and asked various questions from those old fritters who had been in the mix for many years.

This Buddha statue placed here many years ago is small, but when it is held in the palm of the hand, it gives people a sense of righteousness and brightness, and this alone knows that it is not an ordinary product.

After playing for a while, Luo Ding put down the Buddha statue and picked up a copper turtle and continued to wipe it carefully.

……

It was late at night, the street outside the store was quiet, and the occasional car horn sounded far away.

Luo Ding stretched his waist, twisted his somewhat sore neck again, and reached out to pick up the last feng shui magic weapon.

"Hey, what is this?" After a sharp wipe, Luo Ding looked at the object in his hand and couldn't help but be stunned. He had seen all the Buddha statues, turtles, dragons, and so on, but he really couldn't see what the current one was.

It looks like a dog, with four legs, but it doesn't have claws on its feet, eyes but closed, and four wings on its sides.

After being stunned for a long time, Luo Ding still shook his head. Throwing down the wet cloth in his hand, Luo Ding took the unknown magic weapon and lay back on the bed, and carefully "rubbed" it with his hand - for some reason, he felt that he liked this feng shui magic weapon very much.

Feng Shui magic weapons, like antiques, must be constantly played to get better and better, because in this process, the magic weapons will absorb "popularity", and the appearance will naturally get better and better.

Suddenly, a stinging pain came from the palm of his right hand suddenly, Luo Ding's hand loosened, and the magic weapon he was holding fell to the ground, but the pain did not pass, but became more and more intense, as if a slender and sharp and red-burning long needle pierced the palm of Luo Ding's right hand.

"Ahh

Luo Ding gritted his teeth and endured it, but in the end, he couldn't help but scream and fainted to the ground.

Luo Ding's body slumped on the bed twitched and trembled slightly, and bursts of sweat poured out from under his skin that had become red, like spring water, and he didn't see that his right palm was hovering with a cloud of black or white, gray or brown chaotic gas that could not be seen at all, and what was even more strange was that these gases were "drilling" into his palm and slowly disappeared.

……

I don't know how long it took, Luo Ding slowly opened his eyes, and there was a white patch in his eyes, and he blinked his eyes a few times before he saw that it was a lamp hanging from the ceiling.

Struggling to prop up his body, Luo Ding looked at the "Four Differences" magic weapon that fell to the floor, and slowly remembered what had just happened.

"Did something really get into my hands just now?"

Spreading out his right hand, Luo Ding looked at the palm of his right hand carefully, but there was nothing unusual at all, even the skin was intact.

After thinking about it for a long time, Luo Ding, who couldn't figure out what was going on, had to give up this "boring" move, stood up, moved his body, and found that there was nothing wrong except that his head was a little heavy.

"It's weird, am I so tired, I just fell asleep and had a weird dream?! Forget it, no matter, sleep. ”

After turning off the light, Luo Ding lay back on the bed, and he soon fell asleep after a tiring day. Luo Ding's right palm stretched out slightly, and a trace of indistinguishable color gas gathered in his palm, and slowly, a faint layer of chaotic air mass with no color was formed in the palm, and these air masses were constantly drilling into Luo Ding's palm, and then disappeared......

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