The news that the Swains and sons had dug up antiques in the well soon reached the ears of Donkin Claude through the foreman.

"Mask?" said Old Don Kin sat behind a huge desk, his thin face hidden in the shadows, his eyes glowing like vultures.

"Yes, Mr. Donkin!" said the foreman, looking at his toes with trepidation, and his usual ferocity towards the miners at the bottom had long since flown away, "the poor men have gone mad, and are urging Swain to sell them for money, so that he can invite them to drink. ”

With a "click", Old Tang Jin closed the pocket watch in his hand.

"Bring Swain and his son to my office with that mask, go now. He smiled, like a shivering old hyena that had finally smelled fresh meat.

The foreman almost crawled to the ground, and forgot to say hello to little Claude next to him.

"Daddy, it must be a! Is there anything remarkable about it that deserves your attention?" said little Claude as he leaned back on the reception couch and shook his legs, his fingers running around his long, manicured sideburns, still dressed like an exaggerated opera singer.

"I'll let you come to the mining area for a walk and take a look, naturally I have a reason. Old Tang Jin snorted heavily, "Your brother only has secret martial arts in his heart, and he will always rely on you to take over my class in the future." Don't think that those poor ghosts are all pigs with low IQs, as long as you give them a chance, they can secretly sell you!"

The academy match will be held tomorrow, and today happens to be the weekend, and Claude Jr. originally planned to go to see his brother's special training, but was caught here by Old Don King. For little Claude, Old Don King's various preaching was simply a cliché, and his ears were calloused, so he had to speak out of his mouth to indicate that he had heard.

"The old man is getting older and more stingy, and he actually snatched something from the miners, which is really laughing!" he shook his head secretly.

Half an hour later, Swain and his son were ushered into the office.

In front of him is the largest mine owner in Pendulum City, who has hired his owner for many years. Swain had never been so face-to-face with Don King Sr., and he seemed quite nervous. Scotch was on guard, clutching the bronze mask tightly in his hand.

"Turn on the lights. Old Don King commanded.

The lights that envelop the room clearly reveal the full view of the bronze mask. Old Tang Jin gasped, and Huo Ran stood up.

If there really are demons in this world, peel off their faces, and this must be what they will look like.

The mottled patina proves that the mask is made of bronze, and its eye sockets are deeply sunken, revealing an eerie aura. The hydra ornament on the cheeks seemed to have a hellish roar, and the blood stains on the lips were not stained with some kind of pigment, but they were bright red, as if they had just drunk human blood.

"Shadow Soul Relic!" Old Tang Jin secretly ecstasy.

As a veteran rich man who is desperately climbing to the aristocracy, Don King is also trying to cultivate hobbies that match his identity. Collecting Shadow Soul Relics is something that many nobles do, after all, the Shadow Moon Continent symbolizes the rise and fall of a powerful civilization, and in their words, it is called "preserving a glorious page of history." "Old Don Jin doesn't know any bullshit history, he only knows vassal elegance. On the other hand, the price of relics, which is getting hotter and hotter on the market, has gradually become the driving force that really attracts him.

Today, there are more than ten ordinary grade relics and two excellent grade relics in Lao Tang Jin's house. As for the excellent level and above, it is hard to find.

In the common sense of identification of relics, all kinds of character imprints are the most important and intuitive one. The bronze mask in front of him is clumsy, and the hydra pattern is one of the unique totemic symbols of the barbarians on the Shadow Moon Continent. Old Tang Jin vaguely remembered that the hydra represented the strongest demon beast in the primitive worship of the barbarians, and it could be inferred from this that the relic level of this mask might be very high!

"Mr. Donkin, is there anything you want to do with us?" asked Skorche after waiting for a long time.

Old Tang Jin lit his pipe, "clicked" a few times, and spit out a puff of green mist without hurrying. "What are you doing with your things? Leave it to me!"

"But this is what we dug up!" Scoch immediately sank his face when he saw what he feared come true.

"In my mine. Old Don King reminded slowly.

Swain grabbed Skorc, who wanted to argue with reason, and said with a smile: "Mr. Donkin, the laws of the empire seem to stipulate that whoever finds the relics will belong to whomever they find. If you are willing to hand it over to the state, you will have a corresponding bounty, and if you are not willing to hand it over, you will not force it. Actually, we didn't plan to sell it, my youngest son is very obsessed with history, and his bed is full of archaeological books, so we want to bring this thing back to open his eyes......"

"Look, these hillbillies are still talking to me about the law!" Old Don King smiled dumbly, and motioned to little Claude next to him, now is the most vivid social class time.

When little Claude saw that the time had come, he suddenly came to his senses and snapped his fingers at the foreman standing at the door. The latter understood, turned around and went to call someone.

"My dad talked to you personally, and you didn't even give any face! I don't know whose job you wanted? Do you want to take the opportunity to make money for something shameless?" little Claude shook over to Swain, pointed at the other man's nose and scolded.

Swain desperately grabbed the angry Skocher, endured his anger and bowed, and said, "Little master, I have worked under Mr. Tang Jin for more than thirty years, and the whole mine knows what kind of person I am. We are indeed poor, and when we are the poorest, we will have only one face left, and we will not be able to do anything about making money! I often tell my two sons that what should be ours is ours, and what should not be ours is not. Today is what I dug up, isn't it a bit too bullying for you to be so strong......"

Little Claude was so speechless by this honest man that he flew up in anger and hit the other party in the lower abdomen. "What's wrong with bullying you? Today, Lao Tzu will let you not get out of this room!"

Sven was coldly hit by such a heavy blow, bent over and covered his stomach, hissing and snorting, his head covered in cold sweat the size of beans. When Scotch saw his father being beaten, he immediately rushed to fight hard, but was stopped by five or six foremen who rushed in outside the door. Little Claude took a long time to get around, walked up to him and smashed Skorche in the face a few times, treating the other party as a human punching bag.

Old Tang Jin knew that his son was lawless, and he didn't care about scolding for a while, so he picked up the bronze mask on the ground, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he couldn't close his mouth.

"It's okay, there's nothing to do, the little young master is a martial arts cultivator, and he's practicing boxing to show Mr. Tang Jin!" a foreman walked outside and waved his hand carelessly, letting the miners who had come with Swain and his son disperse.

Everyone could hear that there was a fight in the office, and the miners had angry faces on their faces, but no one dared to take the lead in rescuing them.

At this moment, a young miner led Lei Luo to appear at the mouth of the well and hurried towards the office building.

"Skoch is really, even if you dig up a treasure, you don't need to go to the martial arts hall to call you, right? That grimace I looked at my scalp and felt numb, but he insisted that you would like it, probably in a hurry to show off......!

A few hundred meters away, the closed door of the office was suddenly slammed open from the inside, and a bloodied Scotch came out entangled with several foremen.

Lei Luo's eyes turned red all of a sudden!

"If you don't know how to lift, give Lao Tzu a hard beating!" The fat foreman with the most spectacular waist circumference kicked Skorche a few times, and was shouting vigorously, but someone grabbed his hair from behind. He was furious, and was about to turn around and fight back, when he suddenly felt a chill on the top of his head, and his entire scalp was torn off.

"Mom!!" the fat foreman let out a heart-rending scream.

Lei Luo didn't expect that with too much force, he actually ripped off the fat man's scalp. After throwing it away, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked it straight, only to hear the "click" sound, the fat foreman's left calf suddenly twisted into a strange angle, and he rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.

The other two foremen, who noticed the uninvited guest, roared and rushed forward, Lei Luo easily let go of the smashed fist, and slashed the throat of the person in front of him with a palm, and the other party fell in response, ** feces and urine flowed all over the crotch of his pants. The latter person was slapped on the ribs of the waist by Lei Luo's backpalm, and the entire row of ribs was broken, and the back of his head hit the ground when he fell, and he curled up there and his whole body convulsed.

Knocking down the three in an instant, Lei Luo saw that Scotch was fine, turned around and rushed into the office.

Swain was surrounded by several people and kicked hard, and Claude Jr. made up for it from time to time. Old Don Kim was still sitting behind his desk, playing with the bronze mask intently.

"What are you doing here?!" Little Claude was shocked and angry when he saw Ray Luo break in.

Lei Luo instantly rushed in front of him, roared and kicked him into the air: "I'll fuck your mother!"