The old bridgehead is still a scene full of people, and the sound of bargaining in various accents is endless.

Jian Xingdao began to look at it while turning, but he was a little disappointed that there were too few antiques with energy clusters, and his spiritual power was consumed quickly.

If this continues, he may not have found an antique with an energy group, and his spiritual power will be empty first.

This ability is good anywhere, that is, mental power is not disabled, but mental power is the premise of increasing the ability level, if the mental power is not enough, the ability level cannot be improved, unlike before the first order, just toss.

The second grandfather's video said that there is no good way to improve his spiritual power except for using genius earth treasures, but where can I find the heavenly materials and earth treasures in this world?

"Yo, little brother is here again? Come and see, I've been pouring a lot of good goods recently, all of which are new goods that have been poured out recently, and I haven't been seeing the light for a long time. ”

This belongs to talking nonsense with his eyes open, Jian Xingdao picked up one casually and smelled it, a smell of old chemical potion, "Brother, look at my recent spending money to treat me as a Kaizi, right, such a big potion smell, are you stupid or are you too good?"

"Ahem, that ...... Let's exchange two pieces, it hasn't been opened all morning. ”

Jian Xingdao shook his head and left directly, it is true that he is rich now, but he is definitely not wronged, the collection of antiques is a bottomless pit, and his more than 10 million yuan can still be picked up in the old bridge, but when it comes to the auction, it is nothing.

"The magnetic pillow of Tang Zong, the Lan Pavilion of Wang Sheng, the big money of the Ming and Qing dynasties, the Yuan Datou of the Republic of China, and the founding chairman of the country...... Fifty-one, front, front...... No, don't buy it! let's, let's let, the people in the back, look, can't see it......"

The familiar voice made Jian Xingdao's eyes light up.

Since he bought that fragment, Jian Xingdao went to Laoqiaotou later, and he didn't see this stammering old man, and asked the people in the market, but no one knew, only that every once in a while, this person would appear and disappear again the next day.

Unexpectedly, this old man appeared again.

It was still a dilapidated tricycle, with a familiar octagonal hat and a cane made of bullet casings, which occasionally hit the onlookers in the front row.

And, of course, cucumbers in the pockets of camouflage jackets.

Jian Xingdao squeezed into the crowd, and as soon as he entered, his eyes seemed to be spent, and there were as many as three items with energy clusters, among which the most attractive thing was a red lacquered plaque on the tricycle.

Two big words in the book - funeral!

There is also a line of small words - if the funeral bell does not ring, who dares to bury the soul?!

This plaque that looks very old is very peculiar, Jian Xingdao unconsciously activated the ability, and then found a cloud of energy on it, but it was black, like a rotating black hole, causing the surrounding air to be distorted.

At that moment, a very strange thought arose in my heart: "Get it!"

He heard this phenomenon from his second grandfather, and the mirror he found was also hidden in a plaque, and the words on the weaving cloth were different.

Hang the drums!

If the yin drum does not sound, how can there be a yin judge in the world?!

The mental power was consumed quickly, and at the last moment, Jian Xingdao swept over the other items on the stall, and then sat down on the ground, his chest was tight and short of breath, his ears were buzzing, and for a moment he seemed to have no sense of the existence of his body.

Fortunately, everyone was watching things, thinking that Jian Xingdao was squeezed in, and they didn't care.

"Front, front...... No, don't buy it! let's, let's let, the people in the back, look, can't see it......"

Before the crutch fell on him, Jian Xingdao couldn't wait to stretch out his hand, "These two, and this, I want it!"

"Small, the guy has a vision, Song Weizong's porcelain pot is broken, two fragments, Tang, Tang Zong gave Wu Meiniang's Ding, Dingqin Jade Doll, one, a total of one hundred and fifteen!"

"Click!"

took a bite of the cucumber, and the yellow teeth of the stammering uncle were exposed.

"One hundred and fifteen!"

Jian Xingdao bought it without hesitation, but it caused bursts of ridicule from the people around him.

"Little brother, can you think about it, this old guy is this every time, the fragment is a tea bowl fragment at a glance, but it is a fragment of a porcelain pot used by Song Huizong, isn't this a lie!"

"Also, the broken jade doll looks like a stone, and in other stalls, twenty yuan...... Ouch, old man, what are you hitting me for?!"

"No, don't buy anything, fuck off!"

Uncle Stammering was angry.

Jian Xingdao smiled, didn't speak, put away the three items, breathed a sigh of relief, and then pointed to the plaque and asked, "Uncle, how much is this plaque?"

"Song, the plaque with the inscription of Song Huizong, more, no matter how much money is not sold, this is to be passed on, heirloom. ”

“......”

"I can pay a high price. ”

"How tall?"

Uncle Stammering took a bite of the cucumber, chewed it with a slanted mouth, and asked with squinted eyes.

"You say, I'm definitely not going to bargain!"

"Tang Zong's calligraphy is less than 10,000,000 gold, I won't consider it!"

"Sister, 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,

"I missed it, just now I said that it was inscribed by Song Huizong. ”

"Little brother, don't be deceived. ”

"Don't worry, 100 million, this little brother can't take it out. ”

"yes. ”

didn't expect that in the end, it would be such a result, 100 million is also an astronomical amount for Jian Xingdao, and now he can't take it out at all.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, he saw something, it was a white candle.

The antique market is full of antique things, but there is a candle...... It's weird.

"This is an antique too?"

Jian Xingdao asked, pointing to the candle.

"No need to ask, it must have been burned out when Song Weizong met Master Li at night...... Ouch, old man, what are you hitting me for?"

The man was halfway through his sentence when he was knocked on the head and glared angrily at the stammering uncle.

"You, you melon, you know, what do you know, this thing Song, Song Huizong, I want to use it, can he afford it, can he afford it?"

After taking a bite of the cucumber, the stammering uncle continued: "This is good, good thing. ”

"Isn't it just a candle...... I was wrong, don't fight. ”

Seeing the crutch raised in the hand of the stammering uncle, the man held his head and admitted his mistake again and again.

"If you dare to talk nonsense, I'll beat you, you melon skin!" glared at the man, stammered, picked up the candle and continued: "This, this is called the Soul Candle." ”

"What?"

"Huh?"

"This is left by the ancient gods, and it is said that it can summon the dead spirits. ”

"Shh~"

After listening to the explanation, a burst of boos erupted in the crowd, and the stammering uncle ate the cucumber leisurely, unmoved.

Only Jian Xingdao was excited in his heart, these things may be difficult for ordinary people to understand, and they feel incredible, but for him, he believes that he has obtained a special ability because of a mirror, isn't it the best explanation?

"This candle, I want it, how much does it cost?!"