Outside the house, under the eaves of the birds, stood a man as big as an ox, with a waist as round as a drum, a bald head and a large face, wearing a pair of small round stone lenses, and crossed his hands, blocking the wooden doorway. It doesn't look coordinated at all, and people can't help but laugh when they see it.

Scarface was about to lift his leg and step forward.

I heard the bald man in front of him snap out two words from his mouth.

"Wait!"

Han Shizhong hurriedly pulled Scarface, and at this time, Scarface was not easy to attack, so he could only stand there obediently.

After another quarter of an hour, a sentence came from inside, the voice was magnetic but elegant.

"It turns out that Boss Han is here, come in."

The bald man moved to the side, still with an empty expression.

The two were about to step in, and then they saw the bald man pointing to Scarface, "You can't get in, wait outside." ”

This time the scarface almost died of anger, this is the dog's eyes look down on people, and it is not easy to say anything in front of the master, just as he has suffered a dumb loss.

Standing there hated the strong man for a while, and scolded his mother in his heart.

"Damn, look at your ghostly look, if you have a chance in the future, Lao Tzu will definitely blow up your glasses to see if you can pretend to be garlic."

The bald man still only thinks that Scarface's face is a cloud of air, and he doesn't move.

The furnishings in the house are quaint, a middle-aged man is dressed in a straight white robe, holding two sleeves, holding a central wolf, and a picture of You Chun on the painting case jumps on the paper, with profound skills.

Han Shizhong stared at the "Spring Tour" on the painting case, and felt that his heart was fascinated, and he couldn't help but admire.

"Sir, it's really wonderful. This kind of brushwork, Han Lao'er admires. ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he laughed, threw the pen, rolled up the painting on the case, rubbed his hands, tore it to pieces, and threw it into the paper basket.

Han Shizhong was also dumbfounded, he didn't know what was going on, could it be that he had said the wrong thing, and he was at a loss for a while, and he was on the spot.

The middle-aged man didn't care, washed his hands, and smiled indifferently.

"Boss Han, what do you think of this "Spring Tour" compared to Zhan Ziqian's?"

Zhan Ziqian, also known as Zhan Weng, Sui Dynasty, now Xinyang, Shandong, is known as the ancestor of Tang painting, especially long in the landscape, and the "Spring Tour" is one of his representative works.

Han Shizhong couldn't answer left and right, so he could only speak.

"To each his own merits, to each his own merits."

"Hahaha, Boss Han, you're not honest, you're old-fashioned, you just don't want to offend me."

Han Shizhong's old face turned red, extremely embarrassed, and said in his mouth.

"Where, where."

The middle-aged man looked at the mass of waste paper and said softly.

"As the so-called realm arrives, draw it! Since I can't reach it, I naturally won't stay! Without that realm, this painting can't be done. ”

"Boss Han, I haven't seen you for a while."

The middle-aged man was still light and light, and said in a voice.

"Yes, yes, for a while. A while ago, I was in a bit of a hurry and delayed for a long time. ”

"Oh, really?"

The middle-aged man said curiously, and then said,

"That's the same, the plates are scattered, the holes have collapsed, you have died a lot, and the wind is so tight, it's enough for you to be busy for a while."

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Han Shizhong's face turned blue and white for a while, and his complexion changed several times.

"Sir, I also know about Qingyang."

"Hmph, as long as I want to know about the things in this world, it will definitely enter my ears, but the means are different."

"Yes, yes, Mr. has a big tree with deep roots and many ears and eyes, and everything cannot escape the ears of Mr.

Say, what's there this time. ”

The middle-aged man interrupted.

Han Shizhong hurriedly took out a few things from the bag behind him and put them on the case.

The middle-aged man casually took the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and played with it in his hand for a while. Pointing to one of them, he said.

"These are the ones that came out of the tomb, they are all things from the early Tang Dynasty, except for this Tang Jun's ears are a bit interesting, the others are also average, the quality is okay, just a little real thing."

"Sir is well-informed, and this little thing is nothing in the eyes of Mr.

Han Shizhong hurriedly stammered.

"It's just that this time in the cave, there is an amazing artifact, a rare boutique, just ....."

"Just what?"

"It's just that this thing is a conjuring bottle."

"The Conjuring Vial?"

The middle-aged man's face finally changed a little, and his expression was strange.

Han Shizhong told the middle-aged man everything that happened in the acupoint, but in the end, he interpreted the part of getting out of trouble as a desperate protrusion with Scarface, hiding the impermanence of bloody clothes to save each other.

Han Shizhong naturally knew that his husband had promised not to tell anyone about the impermanence of blood and impermanence that day, not to mention, he didn't want to provoke such a big evil star at all, so he still had more good fates and see each other in the future, no, it was better not to see this evil star, a small life, and it was better to cherish it a lot.

Listening to Han Shizhong talk about what happened, especially the weirdness of the green light entering the body and the living turning into a walking corpse, the middle-aged man's two sword eyebrows were tightly condensed together, and his face was not good.

Until the end, when he heard about the Hundred Ghost Refining Soul Refining Array, his whole body seemed to stiffen, and his eyes became free.

Then he got up and paced around the room with his hands behind his back, a little uneasy. The whisper kept repeating.

"What is the relationship between the walking corpse, the Hundred Ghost Refining Soul Refining Array, and the Soul Conjuring Bottle?"

At this time, Han Shizhong pretended to be deaf and dumb, deaf to him, but secretly sneered in his heart, of course you can't guess, because there is still the most important link missing, that is, the impermanence of bloody clothes. Of course, I don't know what this has to do with it, and I don't want to know at all. Han Shizhong has lived for some years, and he knows deeply that there are some things that you should know, and some things you can't know even if you are killed, and sometimes being too curious can kill a person. Be confused, Fang Bao will live a long life.

This can also be regarded as Han Shizhong's philosophy of life in this life, even if you want to gamble your life, it depends on the value of it.

The middle-aged man suddenly calmed down, and his anxiety and anxiety were put away, and he returned to his previous elegance and indifference. Said gently.

"Boss Han, it's very good, I have accepted all these things, if there is anything good in the future, just send it. What I tell you to seek, if you find it, I will give you an unexpected harvest. ”

"Yes, thank you, Mr. for taking care of me. Don't worry, you told me to do something, I wasn't sloppy at all, and I was always looking for clues. If there is a clue, I will do it immediately. ”

Han Shizhong said.

The middle-aged man took out a few yellowed pieces of rune paper from a copy of "Shangqinglu" from the drawer next to the desk, wrote a note on the desk, and handed it to Han Shizhong, saying.

"Boss Han, this is the price this time, the price is fair, it's all what you want, and later you take this note and go to the treasure house on East Second Street, where the shopkeeper will give you the amount you deserve."