I realized, and immediately turned my face to look at the man—the cigarette pouch and pot with a three-eyed scar on the man's waist.

My head buzzed, your mother, is it Mr. Black?

Seeing that I didn't answer, the man just stared at his waist, and was quite puzzled, and looked up at me: "What, you want to smoke?" I'm telling you, I'm decorating this, no. ”

What year is it, take the cigarette bag and pot as decoration, and you burn the newspaper on the Qingming Festival - what about the liar?

That cigarette pouch and pot must have belonged to Mr. Black.

But none of Mr. Hei didn't know me, why didn't this person say anything when he saw me? And the number of Mr. Black is limited, I basically know all of them, I don't know, I look familiar, I can't see each other!

"You cigarette pouch pot," but Lu Hengchuan opened his mouth first: "Where did you get it?"

"This, antique, do you know the goods?" The middle-aged man looked at us with a very uncomfortable philistine: "You offer a price, and if it is suitable, you will sell it, but first say it, this thing is very commemorative for me, if you really want to, you have to add money."

"The owner of this thing is not you," Lu Hengchuan suddenly said, "It was left by your family."

Although this middle-aged man's forehead is high, it is not full enough, which means that he is more than smart, but he is not talented, in short, he is the kind of greedy and cheap and suffers big losses - ordinary people will live a better life than a real smart person, and a real loyal person, which is not as good.

And the corners of his head are slightly raised, indicating that his ancestors have been able people, and he has lived until now, relying on his ancestral property, but now under the illumination of the searchlight, the Caibo Palace is in disarray, obviously in a predicament, and the Fulu Palace is sinking - he may be gambling money, or venture capital failure, throwing all the ancestral property in, meat buns and dogs, and making himself poor and indebted to foreign debts.

And looking at his wealth palace, that is, his nose, as if he had been injured and had traces of regrowth, not to mention, someone should have changed his life, and the technique should have been superb, but unfortunately it failed.

"Yo, you can see this?" The middle-aged man didn't care, touched the three-eyed scar cigarette pouch pot, and said proudly: "This is the old man of our family who died and left, saying that it is the most precious thing in his life, I wonder if it is covered with gold and silver, but it is an ordinary, but it must be worth something, what about the people who have been waiting to know the goods, do you want it?"

I shook my head and looked at him suspiciously: "This place is very well guarded by the police, how did you get in?"

"Of course I have my own way," the middle-aged man turned around and said: "The old man of our family is a feng shui watcher, I saw the Luoyang flowers here blooming red in the summer, and I knew that there was a gold mine here, but I never had the opportunity to come in, but at that time there was a broken dragon pattern on this mountain range, indicating that there would soon be a mining disaster here, a large number of people would die, and the mine would not continue to be mined.

Wang Deguang gasped: "This posterior is quite professional!"

Luoyang flower is a native wildflower, the color of the flower, can reveal what is underground, the flower is white, silver, red, gold, yellow, copper. The broken dragon pattern is a kind of cloud, the wind stops the water, and the air rises into clouds, and judging the feng shui through the clouds is also a very superb technique.

"Needless to say." The middle-aged man glanced at us a few times, and suddenly reacted: "You guys...... Can you hear that? Won't it ...... Shouldn't you ...... too?"

It seems that he originally wanted to blow the wind and water, but he didn't expect to meet a professional.

"Your old man is a master." Wang Deguang said.

"So-so." The middle-aged man muttered: "I want to follow him to get wet, but unfortunately he died early, and I was left alone, this way of looking for gold seedlings to make quick money is rare, this year is my luck, if I really get Jin Miaozi, I will ......"

At this point, he suddenly stumbled and didn't continue.

Lu Hengchuan said in a low voice: "His migration palace collapsed, it can be seen that he left his hometown and can't go back, he wants to get ahead and return to his hometown."

I can't go back - I guess I owe a lot of debt in my hometown, and I escaped from the debt.

"Meeting is also fate." The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Let's go together, this fucking place is dark and boring, it's not bad to have company."

That's right. We followed him all the way inside, the inside became narrower and narrower, and he squatted down from time to time to look at the golden seedlings, but he didn't find them, only some ones that were not in good condition, and he grinned and threw them down.

I looked around and casually asked, "