For a while, many people began to bid one after another, and the price of the ghost boy soared all the way, breaking through the 30 million mark.

Even Bian Zhen beside Zhang Fan looked eager to try.

It's no wonder he's like this, if the ghost boy can really bring wealth, then it's just a matter of time to return to the capital.

"Don't buy it, it's not a good thing."

Zhang Fan shook his head and reminded Bian Zhen, but secretly scolded the cunning of the old man on the stage in his heart, although this little ghost can bring good luck to people, but the relative will be offset from other places, which is the so-called debt owed.

And this repayment of yin debts is nothing more than several ways, such as losing yang longevity, or using a healthy body to pay off yin debts.

Zhang Fan listened to what his grandfather said, and linked Wang Yan's previous disaster with raising a little ghost, which is to repay the debt, but the person who paid off Wang Yan's debt was replaced by her children.

Bian Zhen didn't know about these things, but since Zhang Fan said that it was not a good thing, he didn't insist on it, and with his current financial resources, it was still two to say whether he could buy it.

The bidding for the bidding has intensified, and one wave after another has reached 50 million.

Zhang Fan had to be surprised, although he knew that this little ghost was valuable, but he didn't expect it to be so valuable, it was really a battle between local tyrants, and he couldn't afford it at all.

However, after the price exceeded 70 million, the price increase slowly decreased, and it was increased by 10 million at the beginning, and now it is increased by 500,000 at a time.

"I'll give 100 million!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man in the middle of the front row suddenly got up and quoted a price.

This sudden offer made him the focus of the field, although almost everyone in the field could make a bid of 100 million, but obviously no one was willing to bid with this middle-aged man.

Although I didn't know him, some of the old men in the front row knew him.

Looking at the attitude of those old people towards middle-aged people, it can be seen that that person is a figure they cannot afford to offend.

The venue was also a lot quieter for a while.

"Is there anything higher than 100 million?"

The old man on the auction table was a little displeased, and asked loudly, obviously 100 million was not a price that satisfied him.

But after some inquiry, no one in the audience raised the price again.

In desperation, the old man had no choice but to smile, "100 million once." ”

"One hundred million twice."

"100 million three times, deal."

"Congratulations to this gentleman, shoot the ghost boy at a price of 100 million."

Then, a middle-aged man strode to the stage, took out a check and handed it to the old man on the stage.

"Sir, the ghost boy Xiaodong is yours now."

The old man smiled, and then turned his head to look at the ghost boy, "Xiaodong, why don't you hurry up and meet your new master?" ”

Hearing this, the ghost boy Xiaodong trotted to the middle-aged man, bowed and said, "Xiaodong has seen the master." ”

"Sir, you hold this box, Xiaodong will stay in this box in normal times, if you need it, you can call him directly and summon it, it's very simple."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and took the box handed by the old man, but he did not step down immediately.

"Is there anything else to do with this gentleman?"

After a while, the old man saw that the middle-aged man had no intention of stepping down, and he couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

"Hahaha, old man, you seem to have something left to do."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man laughed and said something that everyone couldn't understand.

"What wasn't done?

Sir explicitly! ”

The old man bowed his head slightly, a hint of cunning flashed in the corners of his eyes, but his voice was still neither humble nor arrogant.

"Have you forgotten to erase the mark of your blood on it?

If you don't erase it, how can I become his new master? ”

The middle-aged man's tone was flat, and there was no wave on his face.

Everyone in the audience looked at the stage with blank eyes, not understanding what the middle-aged man meant.

And Zhang Fan was thoughtful, and he figured it out in an instant.

The ghost scholar said that to collect ghosts, you must use your fingertips to collect blood.

And since the middle-aged man came to power, the old man has not mentioned this stubble.

Now that I hear the meaning of middle age, this little ghost has already been taken in?

"What a peach and plum stiff!"

Zhang Fan couldn't help but praise in his heart, this is really a good thing.

Obviously, the old man who sold the little ghost thought that there was no one who understood in the field, so he didn't mention this stubble at all.

He had already made plans to let the imp do it himself after selling it.

But I didn't expect to be recognized on the spot.

"Sir, it's really a master, please forgive the old man for being clumsy, I don't know the name of Mr.?"

The old man is not an inkblot person, since he has been recognized, he immediately acknowledges it generously.

"My surname is Qin, you don't have to call me sir, erase the blood mark, we are passers-by."

The middle-aged man handed the box in his hand to the old man and said without looking back.

"Huh!"

The old man smiled awkwardly, and then began to recite the incantation in his mouth.

With the old man's voice, a stream of blood slowly emerged from the box in the middle-aged man's hand, and it was not until the old man finished reciting the incantation that the blood qi disappeared.

Then, the middle-aged man bit his fingertips and dripped two drops of Xue in the box, and waited until the blood gradually melted into the corpse oil in the box, and then stepped off the stage.

As the middle-aged man came down, the purple-clothed beauty who had left at the time before appeared on the auction table again.

"Thank you for your support, this auction has come to a successful conclusion."

After the beauty finished speaking, she smiled and bowed to the audience.

At this time, Zhang Fan got up and walked towards the back of the stage, and the purpose of his trip was naturally the old man who sold ghosts.

At this time, in a room behind the auction table, the old man who sold the little ghost before was already here, and there was a man and a woman beside him, if Zhang Fan came over, he would definitely be able to recognize it, this pair of men and women were Wang Yan and Shen Bing.

"Master Qi, can you recognize who that surname Qin is?"

Wang Yan hurriedly asked after listening to the old man's account of what happened before.

"I don't know!"

The old man shook his head, "The person who can see at a glance that I haven't erased my mark is indeed a little not simple, and I don't think it's an unknown person, but this master surnamed Qin, but I really haven't heard of it." ”

"So what do we do?" Shen Bing looked a little panicked.

"Try to find some more child corpses, but this Hanshui City can't stay, those police are too strict to investigate, and there is no chance to dig up child corpses anymore."

The old man said, with a slight ferocity in his eyes.

"Okay Master Qi, I'll start arranging it now."

Wang Yan answered, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Bang~"

Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

"Don't be in a hurry to leave, let's sit down and talk for a while, I'm very interested in your little ghosts."

It was naturally Zhang Fan who kicked the door, and at this time he was holding his mobile phone in one hand and looking at Wang Yan with a playful face.

"Yang Wei, what are you doing here?"

Unexpectedly, Wang Yan actually knew Zhang Fan and called out his name directly.

"I'll get you, corpse thief!"

Zhang Fan said, shaking the mobile phone in his hand.

(End of chapter)