After talking to the nurse on duty, I hurried downstairs again.

There were quite a lot of people gathered at the entrance of the hospital, three in a group, five in a pile, listening to the discussion of the murder just now, as if five people were notorious in this area, bullying men and women rampant on the street, everyone dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

I was excited again, and at the same time very proud, and I wanted to rush over and shout to the crowd: this was not an accident, it was Lao Tzu who killed them.

With the help of the AutoNavi map, I found the antique market located on the corner of Oil City Square.

The market is small and very dilapidated, and it is very disproportionate to the surrounding high-rise buildings.

The so-called market is actually just a street less than a kilometer, on both sides are all kinds of small doors, I glanced at it, most of them are antique shops, but also sporadically mixed with shops such as the four treasures of the study, there are not many people on the street, and most of the things that come and go are old men.

I got excited again, held my things in my hands, and walked into a shop called "Kolai Kun".

The boss is in his fifties, holding a small teapot in his right hand, and is listening to Peking Opera happily.

As soon as I dried things out, I was blasted out by the shopkeeper, and my mouth was not clean.

I was confused and quickly changed to another one, and the situation was about the same, and I realized that the "indecent treatment" I received might have something to do with the thing in my hand.

This makes me wonder if I don't want anything, I won't even blast people out.

Seeing that I was at the end of the street, I was already desperate, and I was still a little angry, probably the psychological gap between one and the other was too big!

After thinking about it, it was a big deal to throw it into the river when there was no one, and he didn't miss anything anyway.

Just as he was about to turn around and walk back, Hu heard a low voice coming from the street.

"Wait a minute, young man!"

Following the sound, it was an old man wearing sunglasses, he was sitting on the left side of the antique street, with a black flag erected on one side, and a few big black characters on it: Fortune tellers look at the yin house.

"You call me?"

Because the old man was wearing sunglasses, I couldn't see his eyes, and I wasn't sure if he was calling me.

The old man nodded slightly: "Young man, can you talk closer?" ”

This makes me a little awkward, what era is this, and I am still poor and sour, no wonder I can only rely on fortune telling to support myself, I guess I am a big liar, trying to fool me of money.

But I walked over anyway and listened to what he had to say.

"Young man, can you show me the treasure in your hand?"

I was ready to throw it away anyway, so I handed it over.

The old man respectfully took it with both hands, and after looking at it several times, his body suddenly shook.

"OMG! This thing has such a heavy yin qi, dare to ask where did the little brother get it? ”

I was taken aback by the old man's actions, but I could tell that he at least knew what it was.

"Picked it up in the mountains!" I'm talking nonsense.

"Picked up?"

The old man took off his glasses, looked me up and down, and let out a burst of exclamations.

"Hmm!" I'm afraid of revealing the stuffing, so I don't dare to say more.

"You know what this thing is?"

I shook my head: "It looks like an old object, I don't want to go to the antique market to see if I can sell it for some money, who ......knows."

Before I could finish my sentence, I was interrupted by the old man.

"Not only did they not dare to ask for it, but they kicked you out, right?"

The old man had some skills, and I quickly nodded.

"That's because they don't want their family to be ruined, and they don't even know how they died!"

I was shocked by these words, and I was a little scared in my heart, and hurriedly asked, "Old man, is this ...... What the hell is this? ”

"Soul Pestle!"

"Ahh As soon as you hear the name, you know that it is a kind of evil thing, "That...... So what is the purpose of the soul pestle? ”

"You can hear its approximate function from the name, it is used to deal with the Yin Soul Zombie, once it is nailed to death by this thing, this person's soul will also be nailed, if there is no master to save it, it will never be able to be reborn, this thing is too vicious and evil, so it can be regarded as a forbidden object in the yin and yang circle."

It made my scalp tingle when I heard it.

"What then? I...... I'll find a place to throw it away, isn't it ......"

The old man smiled: "Throw it away? If you throw it away, the souls in the Soul Pestle will find you and haunt you until you are like them. ”

In my heart, I fell directly into the ice hole, and secretly cursed myself several times, why did I get it out? Now it's good!

"But!"

After a pause, the old man looked at the soul pestle and continued.

"But what?" Realizing that the old man's words were not finished, I hurriedly urged.

"But there are two sides to everything, the so-called yin and yang are born together, and blessings and misfortunes are mutually ......"

"Old man, can you just say something?"

"Ugh!" The old man grinned embarrassedly, "This thing is also a treasure to drive away ghosts and evil spirits, and ordinary dirty things are afraid of it." ”

I smiled awkwardly: "Then I'll give it to you for free!" ”

After saying that, I turned around and wanted to run.

Who knew that before he could take two steps, he shouted again.

"You can't give it to me, because the original owner of this thing is not dead, it will not accept the new owner, and then you will still die!"

I quickly turned around and bowed to the old man with a smile: "Uncle, you can save me, at least tell me what to do!" ”

The old man nodded, picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the paper, and handed it to me: "I can only see it, but I can't save it, if you want to live, you can go to him!" ”

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw the words written by the old man.