The waiter foamed at the mouth and never woke up, and the room fell into a deathly silence.

But fortunately, the whole process was thrilling, but there was a pool of blood on the floor of the guest room, and it looked a little terrible.

After Feng Chen's examination, it was found that this person committed suicide by taking cyanide, the "king of poisons" that kills in the mouth.

As for the reason for the suicide, it must be to hide his identity and not reveal the secret of the glory of the empire.

However, Feng Chen still found that there was a black vein on the back of the waiter's neck, which looked very mysterious.

The veins are generally triangular in shape, consisting of two sharp swords on top and an obscure line of English letters below.

This kind of vein, Feng Chen has seen from the six strong men on the cargo ship, presumably this is sent by the glory of the empire.

It is really incomprehensible that such a person is so loyal that he does not even want his life for the glory of the empire.

"Feng Chen, are you okay?" Han Yanxi stood up, acting very calm at the moment.

But seeing that Feng Chen was safe and sound, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then dialed a number with her mobile phone.

"Han Yanxi, are you caring about me?" Feng Chen grinned at Han Yanxi.

Faced with Feng Chen's question, Han Yanxi behaved very naturally and said:

"You are now a contracted artist on the bubble live broadcast platform, as your boss, can I not care?"

"If something happens to you, I'll lose a lot, and I'll have someone deal with it. ”

"But then again, you really worried me for nothing, I didn't expect you to be so good. ”

"How good am I?" Feng Chen looked at Han Yanxi's watery eyes and said with a wicked smile:

"Then why don't you think about it and let me be your bodyguard, or the close-fitting kind?"

"Just you?" Han Yanxi slammed back directly, "Let you be a bodyguard, I feel like you're luring a wolf into the room!"

While he was talking, Feng Chen's mobile phone suddenly rang, and when he picked it up and took a closer look, it turned out to be an unfamiliar number.

"Hey...... Who?"

"Good boy, you dare to provoke even the glorious people of the empire, who will borrow your guts?"

"My guts, isn't it Old Man Long, did you lend it to me? ”

"You want to use me as a backer? It's beautiful, don't you want to throw that hot potato to me. ”

"No, Old Man Long, aren't you interested in the contents of the Dead Soul Box? ”

"What interests me is the Divine Stone Fragment, the contents of the Dead Soul Box, which have nothing to do with the Divine Stone Fragment. ”

"Really, if you sit idly by and let this happen, and the glory of the empire kills me, who will find you the Divine Stone?"

"Boy...... You're threatening me, aren't you afraid I'll find someone to replace you?"

"Old Man Long, are you sure you can find someone more suitable than me? ”

"Alright...... I have an old friend in Creek City, you can bring the Dead Soul Box to him. ”

"Thank you then, right...... How is my seventh uncle doing now?"

"I can't wait to hear it!"

“......”

After the phone hung up, the official people rushed to the scene and were investigating the scene and making notes.

Xue Hongwei and Song Renjie also rushed over after hearing the news and expressed their condolences to Feng Chen.

But presumably Long Lao took care of everything behind his back!

So much so that the official people didn't do anything to Feng Chen, and after making a record, they carried away the corpse.

Night slowly falls.

Feng Chen sat in Han Yanxi's Ferrari supercar, and according to the address given by Long Lao, he came to an old street in Xihe City.

This old street is mainly for the sale of cultural toys, most of which are Hailao porcelain from Xihe City, which is also a feature.

According to the address, Feng Chen pushed open the door of a shop, and the interior was full of strange things.

"Is anyone there?" Entering the store, Feng Chen smelled the fragrance of Malatang, but he didn't see half a figure.

I don't know if the shopkeeper is playing mysterious, the light bulbs in the store are flickering on and off, and the atmosphere is a little weird.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?" Han Yanxi asked politely, tonight is for the Dead Soul Box.

"Bang ......"

There was a sudden explosion in the corner of the store, but fortunately, there was not much movement, and it should not cause much damage.

And after the sound of the explosion stopped, a vicissitudes and full sound came from the corner of the store:

"Who's making a lot of noise there? My experiment, it's ruined by you, blue skinny, shiitake mushrooms. ”

Feng Chen followed the source of the sound and saw a dusty old man sitting on the ground.

However, this old man is full of energy, and his eyes are also bright, which gives people a sense of unfathomability.

"Hello...... We ......"

"Wait!" the old man got up and straightened his round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, "call me Dr. Malatang." ”

"Dr. Malatang?" Feng Chen was a little puzzled, are all those who are in the entertainment business now commensurate with doctors?

Dr. Malatang wiped his face, looked at Feng Chen and Han Yanxi, and the old god was in the tunnel:

"You lonely men and widows come to my small shop, do you want to ask me for an appraisal, or to buy treasures?"

"But the ugliness is ahead, you messed up my experiment, how much will you have to pay me some money?"

"Losing money?" Feng Chen and Han Yanxi glanced at each other, and there was always a feeling of being touched, which was depressing.

The door is open, anyone can come in, and who knows there's an old guy doing experiments?

But after all, it was the person introduced by Long Lao, and after Feng Chen complained a few words in his heart, he still said with a smile:

"You old man, just make a price, as long as it is within the range I can afford, I will give you as much as I want. ”

"I just like a cheerful young man like you," Dr. Malatang smiled heartily, "5,000 yuan." ”

"5,000 yuan?" Feng Chen was stunned for a moment, an experiment is so expensive, is it killing pigs or studying aliens?

Seeing that Han Yanxi wanted to pay out of his own pocket, he hurriedly pulled Han Yanxi aside, looked at Dr. Malatang and said:

"I was shocked, it's only 5,000 yuan, I have a baby, and I have to charge 6,000 yuan for others to see it. ”

"What?" Dr. Malatang was shocked, and his originally cloudy gaze became extremely bright at the moment:

"Take a look at the baby and charge 6,000 yuan? You didn't bluff me? What kind of treasure is this?"

"You are eighty or ninety years old, if I bluff you, won't I hurt heaven and reason?"

"Then take it out and let me slap my eyes. Dr. Malatang stared at Feng Chen's backpack, his eyes were quite hot.

"It's okay to show you, but the rules can't be changed, and you have to charge 6000 too, so think about it first. ”

"Oh, okay, take it out, if it's worth 6,000 at a glance, I'll give you 1,000. ”

"Alright then!" Feng Chen pretended to be aggrieved, took out the Dead Soul Box from his backpack, and placed it on the table.

"Oops......"

As soon as he saw the Dead Soul Box, Dr. Malatang was really attracted and couldn't stop circling around the table several times.

Looking at the excitement on Dr. Malatang's face, Feng Chen smiled strangely and said:

"Tell me, take a look at this baby, is it worth 6,000 yuan? ”

Dr. Malatang didn't blink his eyes, put one hand on the Death Soul Box, and stroked it gently:

"Haha...... It's really worth it, I can see this baby again in this life, and the old man will die without regrets. ”

"What do you mean to see you again?" Feng Chen was stunned when he heard this, and Han Yanxi was also puzzled.

Dr. Malatang didn't explain anything, and when he looked away from the Dead Soul Box, his face was already full of bitterness, and he pleaded:

"Hurry up and take the box and leave, the old man still wants to live a few more years, and he can't afford to break his bones. ”