[The book is on the shelves.] I don't dare to ask for a monthly pass, a reward or something. Let's ask for a referral ticket. Now there are three shifts a day, and it almost consumes all the effort. When you get used to the current state, the speed of the codeword will go up, and it should be more and more. 】

The old guy loves to be quiet and loves to drink.

Ye Mo was not ready to talk to him anymore, so he lit the incense paper candles, opened the wine he brought, and poured it all on the grave.

Will there be a soul after death?

Science, what is science! Things that cannot be explained by modern science have happened to Ye Mo, the mythical space is something left by aliens, the spiritual sea is something inside the fantasy, and Ellie can communicate with animals......

None of these things can be explained. So the soul murmurs, will there be too!

People die like lights go out, and the past is cloudy. The soul may just be the product of longing.

"Thank you, old fellow." Ye Mo took a deep breath, and the picture of being beaten by him once again appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Just as he was about to burn paper money, the management of Aokikan ran over: "What are you doing?" ”

Ye Mo raised his head, looked at the person, and ignored it and continued to burn the paper.

"You don't understand people, or ...... Master Ye! The administrator exclaimed, and wanted to get close to Ye Motao: "Master Ye, come and go to the grave of the old man Aoki." ”

Ye Mo was already depressed, but when he thought of what he had just discovered, he suddenly exploded, and blurted out the word 'roll'.

"You ......" He didn't expect Ye Mo to be so 'domineering', and directly told him to get out, angry in his heart: "Why are you talking." Don't think it's a disciple of Old Man Aoki......"

Ye Mo's heart moved, and his spiritual power extended directly from Zhihai, like a pair of big hands, directly grabbed him and brought him to the grave: "Kneel." ”

"You, you!" This man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and he looked like a gentleman, but one look at his eyes knew it wasn't a good thing. The eyes are introverted windows, and you can see some of them when they are good and sometimes bad.

The managers were stupefied. He was still several meters away, and he was caught in the air.

"Moth!" Ye Mo was furious and asked, "I am a disciple of the master. It stands to reason that Aoki's view is also mine. Now, you're 'protecting' them, and I have nothing to say about that. But ......"

Ye Mo forcibly suppressed his anger. "I have lived here for more than ten years, and I know everything about the grass, trees and buildings here. ”

Ye Mo said as he burned the paper money.

After the paper money in his hand was burned, Ye Mo dragged it to the corridor of the house with his mental power. "There used to be eleven big wooden pillars here, but now there are only seven left. The pigsty house used to have five pillars, but now there are only three. Where did the rest of the columns go. ”

"This, this, this ......"

"Say!"

Ye Mo grabbed his five fingers, and the administrator felt that his throat was tight, and he couldn't breathe, and he was horrified in his heart, and shouted: "I said, the remaining pillars are not the main support. Neither the presence nor the absence of the roof will destroy the load-bearing design of the roof. The rest of the pillars were taken by our director......"

At night, when he returned home, Ye Mo held back his anger. I checked the price of golden silk nanmu on the Internet.

At present, the hundred-year-old ordinary golden silk nanmu on the market is about 30,000 1 tons. The 300-year-old material is about 300,000 tons per ton. Most of the old materials on the market are the old materials for demolition and small materials for classical temples purchased in the tenth century, and in the past two years, less than 5 tons of old materials can be purchased every year. It can be said that raw materials are getting less and less, and the price is rising.

Most of the new materials are produced from Hubei, Guizhou, but the quality and appearance of Nanmu are the best in Sichuan and Shu. During the Ming and Qing dynasties, this is the place where the golden silk nanmu is tributed, and it is the place with the best quality of golden silk nanmu in Sichuan and Shu. Presently. The price of golden silk nanmu in Sichuan and Shu is the highest, which is more than ten times the price of ordinary golden silk nanmu. Aoki Guan was taken away from six pillars, and if Ye Mo remembered well, they were all the largest ancient trees.

An inch of gold, an inch of gold. The price of the best golden silk nanmu is even higher and scary.

Money, Ye Mo's money is already enough. Even if the golden silk nanmu is dozens of times more expensive, he won't care about the money he sells. What he cared about was that the moth actually got on him.

After spending the New Year at home, I inquired secretly and found the home of the director of the Municipal Cultural Protection Bureau.

The fat director was entertaining guests at home, and was stunned when he saw Ye Mo coming. Then there was a smile on his face: "Master Ye ......"

Ye Mo had a gloomy face and said with a smile: "Director Wei? ”

"Haha, Master Ye's visit has made the humble house shine. Come in! Wei Mingzhi thought of the six golden silk nanmu he had taken, and his heart chuckled. The six golden silk nanmu are all excellent products with a diameter of more than one meter, and the selling price is as high as 12 million, which is considered a cheap sale.

The Cultural Protection Bureau is not a fat and poor oil and water department, so he just waited for the money to arrive and run away. Moreover, he has already arranged his wife and children. 12 million, this money plus the benefits he earned before, it is enough for his family to live very well abroad.

Ye Mo shook his fingers, and his spiritual power formed a hand of nothingness, pinching Wei Mingzhi's throat, making him breathless and speechless: "I have something to discuss with you, so I won't bother." ”

Then, under the pull of Ye Mo's spiritual power, Wei Zhiming followed out as if he had lost his soul. But in the eyes of the other guests, Wei Mingzhi did not have anything abnormal.

Pulling him all the way to his car, Ye Mo let go of him: "You know what I'm looking for you!" ”

Wei Mingzhi looked shocked, forced to pretend to be calm, took two deep breaths, shook his head and said, "I, I don't understand." ”

"Okay, then I'll sue you. Golden silk nanmu! ”

"I don't know what golden silk nanmu ......" Wei Zhiming's face was dead.

Ye Mo slapped his backhand, and the void slapped down, and slapped it down a few times.

"I say, I say!" Wei Zhiming covered his face with his hands, obviously seeing that his hands were still far away from him, this was himself through the air, qigong?

Subsequently, Wei Zhiming took Ye Mo to a lumber mill on the outskirts of the city.

The Spring Festival was put down, and all the workers in the lumber mill were on vacation, leaving a few security guards there to watch. The precious golden silk nanmu is placed in the innermost position of the factory......

Ye Mo stunned Wei Zhiming with a backhand, and jumped into the Caimu Factory. The sea of spiritual consciousness was opened, and a radius of three hundred meters entered his field of vision. Avoiding security guards and surveillance cameras all the way, Ye Mo entered the storage room where the precious wood was kept......

Not only did they take away the golden silk nanmu inside, but all the other valuable woods in it were also collected into the mythical space.

After coming out, Wei Zhiming was still lying in the car.

This guy can't stay anymore. Dozens of squares of timber were lost out of thin air, which is an unsolved mystery, and it is related to its own secret. And it's a moth, and it's a scourge to stay.

Ye Mo drove him to the Municipal Public Security Bureau and acted in a play on the surveillance camera outside the Public Security Bureau.

Under the control of spiritual power, Wei Zhiming was like a marionette, arguing with Ye Mo, and when he saw a police officer coming out, Ye Mo shouted: "You can't escape the punishment of the law." Then, Wei Zhiming looked crazy, struggled hard, ran more than ten meters, and hit his head on the pillar at the door, his brain bursting. Forming a picture of suicide in fear of sin. (To be continued.) )