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The red cloth was gently ripped open by the auctioneer.

A black bottle was presented in front of everyone, with a slender neck and a short and round body, which looked ordinary, but it felt very strange, as if there was some power surging inside.

Su Zhen's feeling was even stronger.

This intensity comes from the stone in the bag.

Because it was a bit far away, she couldn't see some of the patterns on the bottle clearly.

"This bottle, from a collector in Europe. Sadly, however, the collector has passed away. ”

The host's expression became a little heavy, "Before this collector, everyone who collected this bottle basically passed away within three years. I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if it's because this bottle has a special magical power. As a result, the bottle is known as the kiss of death by the European collecting community......"

Hearing him say this, everyone was in an uproar.

People who were originally interested in the bottle and wanted to take pictures of it also retreated.

This kind of legend, everyone would rather believe in it than believe in it.

They are all rich and powerful people, and now they are in full glory, and it is impossible for them to be willing to joke with their lives.

"Because of this legend, the starting price of this object at auction is not high, only 1,000."

The host announced the starting price of this auction, which caused another uproar.

It seems that no one is really willing to ask for it, which leads to it just collecting a little money in a formality.

The human psyche is often very strange.

The higher the price of an item, the more sought after it is.

If it becomes cheaper, people will treat it as if it were cabbage.

"A thousand? I don't dare to ask for this kind of terrible thing, even if it's a dime, so as not to provoke death. ”

Someone started talking.

Everyone else is basically this mentality.

"A thousand dollars, I want it!"

Su Zhen raised the sign and said loudly.

Her voice made the people who were originally in a commotion and talk about it also gather around her, and found that she was the lucky one who had just been regarded as a granddaughter by Ye Feiyue and had an antique hairpin of 18 million in her hand.

"Little trace, the legend of this bottle is not unfounded. I've seen it at several auctions in Europe, and the auction price is extremely low, but no one wants to auction it. You want it, but think about it. ”

Night Leap is a reminder of worry on the side.

"I know, but I think it has something to do with me."

Su Zhen smiled.

In her schoolbag, there happened to be a thousand yuan, and it was Su Ke who learned that her more than 100,000 yuan had disappeared all of a sudden, and she paid someone else for her pocket money.

How she wished that she could auction this bottle for 1,000 yuan, so she secretly hoped that no one would bid with her.

No matter how high the price is, she will have to borrow money.

As a result, she thought too much.

No one wanted to bring the Grim Reaper home, and she was the only one bidding.

"A thousand dollars, for the first time!"

The host's voice was actually a little excited.

The Kiss of Death bottle has been auctioned around the world for hundreds of rounds, and no one in Europe has even offered a minimum starting price of 10 euros, but no one wants to take it back.

Now, someone finally wants it.

He was happy to be able to take out of his hands a cursed thing that no one wanted, even at a low price.

"A thousand dollars, the second time!"

"A thousand dollars, the third time! Deal! ”

The auctioneer excitedly knocked off his hammer.

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