Wave after wave, it's like the Yellow River is rapidly tumbling in an unknown direction, forming terrifying waves.

Another collision, an invisible shock wave struck all around.

The tall body, scattered with divine light, golden, cold appearance, handsome eyes, like a proud god, looked down on this being

Small body, black gas entangled, ghosts are terrifying, eyes are red, as if there is no blood boundary, like a wail, there are black marks on the face, and the nails are long and pointed, giving people a sense of unknown.

Their eyebrows are somewhat similar, but an adult, a child, at different ages.

Suddenly, an adult appeared from the sky with a large golden hand. The stripes between the palms are clearly visible, as if covering the sky and the sun, making people have nowhere to escape.

At the same time, the black air of the child's body expanded into a sea of black qi, facing the palm of the hand.

"Bang"

The collision between the palm of the hand and the sea of qi was like a thunderbolt, forming a terrifying shock wave that swung into the distance.

"Poof"

Lin Chen sprayed blood on the bed, endured the pain on his head, the handprints were very fast, and the degassing in his body was quickly consumed.

The golden glow of the soul is like the sun shining in the sky.

The golden light on his body was as thin as gold silk satin, exuding a faint golden glow. The golden light clung to the surface of his body, revealing a body forged like gold.

Kuman Boys; Stop resisting, stand like a statue, close your eyes, and be in a sea of blood.

With open hands, the soul moves underneath and rises, forming nine tornadoes, and the next moment, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, the tornado swaying upwards.

The golden glow of the soul was magnificent, forming an illusory object under the feet, like a petal, but a little different, the golden glow was distorting.

The sea of souls vanished, leaving a dark space, empty.

Lin Chen sat cross-legged, the illusory object had not yet formed, his practice was still unsuccessful, and he still needed to work hard.

Fortunately, Lin Chen had temporarily defeated the soul of the Guman boy.

The rhythm of the breath changes, deep breathing, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, the frequency changes all the time.

Lin Chen slowly opened his eyes and got out of bed. He was so weak that he could barely stand on his feet, and he spread his legs and left the room step by step.

Every step was as heavy as lead.

Coming to the basement, Lin Chen looked at Ai Wei lying on the long table.

She had tiny silver needles on her face, hands, and feet, and they were strangely placed.

If the smoke is towed and burned, it will fly to the Yin Needle and follow the Silver Needle into Ai Wei's face, causing her skin and bones to move, like a snake wriggling under her skin.

The shape of the face is changing, and the rate of change is slow.

Eat a trench, grow a wisdom.

Previously, Ai Wei's appearance led the police to suspect that he was murdered because of five people. Of course, he has to fill this hole, and the best way to do that is to change your face and fingerprints.

Even Lin Chen didn't want to leave any flaws on his hands and feet, just in case he changed his fingerprints.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, breathing.

At this time, the female corpse in the basement was gone, only one arm, with black clouds, black gas, long claws, and no more hands.

This is a ghost hand, and this is also the first time that Lin Chen has developed a feng shui technique with the great power of a magic weapon.

It took a lot of time to condense the whole body into a ghost hand.

The ghost's hand is on the magic box, suppressed by spells.

The two snakes of Yin and Yang got down from the wooden frame, flew in front of Lin Chen, opened the snake's mouth, and two green water droplets flew out.

We smelled the aroma of medicinal herbs.

Swallowing into his abdomen, a stream of heat appeared in his body, and in Lin Chen's limbs, hundreds of bones circulated and processed, and in an instant, his face was ruddy and shiny.

Lin Chen felt much better, and his physical strength was gradually recovering.

The yin-yang snake flew to the wooden shelf again, opened the wooden coffin, revealing a corpse of grass and purple sunflowers, squeezing out a little inconspicuous water vapor.

Silk passes through silk, water vapor is converging, and there is a force brewing, which belongs to yin and yang.

Jiangning Road.

At noon, people come and go, mostly eating lunch outside, and the shops on both sides are open for business, and there is a constant clamor of selling.

In addition, there are many that sell not snacks, but all kinds of gadgets, snuff pipes, jade pendants, graphite inkstones, bamboo fans, vases, etc.

Jiangning Road is one of the famous antique streets in Xia Kingdom. Antiques and treasures are sold on the streets, but most of the things are fake, and only a few are real.

But every once in a while, people find treasure in Jiangning, where counterfeit goods are rampant.

So, there are always people who hold out hope, thinking that maybe the next lucky person will be themselves, who can pick up the loopholes, and then life will reach the peak, drive a luxury car, buy a big house, and marry a white rich beauty, but this is a dream.

A lot of people put their money on this street and take the fakes home with them.

A motorcycle passes through a crowd. There is a takeaway box at the back of the motorcycle, and the driver is a young man, in his twenties, dark-skinned, and a hard-working takeaway boy.

"Huang Pan, have you finished your fast food? Look at my uncle's stuff. I'm not sure if you can find something good. ”

Nearby sellers know Huang Pan because they often deliver takeaways in the neighborhood.

Huang Pan shook his head and laughed.

"Uncle, don't make fun of me. I understand that I don't have enough money to play this game, I don't think I'm going to have good luck, and if I did, I wouldn't be delivering food here. ”

"So, uncle, you'd better wait for the other rich people."

Huang Pan was about to leave when he saw a black light in the corner of his eye. He stopped, and for some reason he had a strange feeling that if he left, he would lose the most important thing in his life.

He picked up a teapot, with a green-and-gray pattern, a simple, slender and curved teapot spout, and a red stain on the lid, which was strange.

Overall, the teapot is an old thing.

When he picked up the teapot, the impulse in his heart became more pronounced, as if at first glance it was destined to be his thing.

There is an urge to desire.

"What's wrong? I like this stuff very much. Huang Pan kept asking himself in his heart

Huang Pan wanted to open the lid, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open it. It's like being glued together.

"Huang Pan, take it lightly. Even if it's an acquaintance, if it goes bad, you'll have to pay for it. The seller couldn't help but remind him of Huang Pan's savage movements.

"Uncle, your teapot won't open, what's the matter?" That's too fake, isn't it? Huang Pan said.

"How is that possible? I checked it when I went to receive it. "Show me." The stall owner put down the lunch box and said.

Huang Pan put the teapot on the table and let the stall owner take it himself. It's been around for a long time. He still knows the rules of antiques.

Rule 1: Don't pass on antiques directly.

The stall owner first wiped his hands with a paper towel to wipe off the oil stains on his hands.

Wipe carefully three times.

He picked up the teapot, pinched the lid, lifted it, and opened it easily.

"Huang Pan, you did it on purpose, in order to please your uncle, your uncle is too old to stand your jokes."

Huang Pan smiled awkwardly, but the feeling just now was completely correct. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open it.

Maybe it's my delusion, it wasn't like that just now, what's wrong with me lately.

The stall owner put down the teapot, picked up the lunch box, and ate another box.

"Uncle, tell me about this teapot, is there a story?" Wong Pan Dao.

The stall owner looked at the teapot carefully, trying to make up an allusion.

"There's a funny joke about teapots. A month ago, I went to receive the goods. The old owner of the teapot said that it was a magic lamp with an elf in it. The stall owner said with a smile.

"I've lived for decades, and I'm being treated like a three-year-old. And you want to deceive me, how funny, even tell me fairy tales"

"Uncle, give me a real price, I look at this matter and feel a kind of fate, don't hack me."

The stall owner looked at Huang Pan strangely. They have known him for more than a year. It was the first time he had heard that he wanted to buy something on the street.

"Really?"

"Yes, but if it's too expensive, I won't buy it," Pan said. I know some of your prices. ”

When he said no, his heart was reluctant, as if it was bleeding.

"Well, everyone is an acquaintance, you give your uncle some hardship money, this number."