"Wow, you... What are you doing?"

Yiyun looked at the old man who fell to the ground and kept humming and chirping in shock, just now he was just passing by the mouth of this alley, but the old man suddenly came out of the alley and fell to the ground......

"Oops... You killed me... Oops, my waist ......" Sure enough, as Yiyun expected, the old man began to roll on the ground, holding his legs and shouting loudly.

"Nima, you still cover your legs with back pain, Nima is still rolling around with back pain, can this acting still be a little exaggerated? Doesn't it mean that old people can be compared to national first-class actors now?" After complaining in his heart, Yiyun turned around, pretended not to see, and walked forward.

"Oops... Come and see, if you hit someone, you won't even help someone and you're going to leave, let's take a look at this kind of person. As if he found that he was covering the wrong place, the old man covered his waist again, and when he saw Yiyun turn around to leave, he shouted like a pig and kept rolling.

Hearing the shouts of the old man behind him, Yiyun couldn't help but have black lines on his head, then sighed lightly, and then walked in front of the old man.

When the old man saw Yiyun coming to his side, he stopped rolling and stretched out his hand towards Yiyun, with a hint of treachery in his old eyes.

Yiyun didn't make any moves, just stared at the old man for a while, and then opened his pockets without dying, drooped his eyelids and said, "Old man, I don't have any money, don't call it." ”

Looking at Yiyun's empty pocket, the old man was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes, reluctantly got up and looked at Yiyun and said, "What old man do you help if you don't have money, why do you come back if you don't have money, you can leave if you don't have money." "Well, it's as if Yiyun owes him a million.

"Nima. What kind of world is this, you have been biting me all the time, okay. Look at the old man's unbeaten expression. Yiyun really wanted to beat him up, if he didn't have any money.

"Uh. Okay, okay, I'm going to do the next thing, oh no, business, you can help me pick up that crutch. Seeing that Yiyun was about to have a seizure, the old man shook his face and said with a smile.

After suppressing the urge to slap the old man's obscene and obscure face a few times in his heart, Yiyun just wanted to send the old man away as much as he could, so that he could run away. Then he turned and walked towards a crutch that the old man had just fallen and thrown away.

Looking at the crutches in his hand that were very insect-eroded and broke almost with a slight break, Yiyun was a little suspicious of how the crutches that the old man threw out when he fell just now didn't break......

"Oh, take it, dead old man, your crutches. Yiyun turned around and handed out the crutches. It turned out that the old man was gone, and suddenly felt a tremor of the cane in his hand, and the light flashed.

"It's another information bag!"

"Antique market on the south side of the city. Unknown youkai. ”

In the south of the city, there is an antique market, which is a gathering place for all kinds of antique lovers. It is quite popular, because here, there is a risk of finding fakes. But there is also the temptation to pick up the big leaks.

People are like that, before they get the results. No one wants to believe in their bad luck, they all think that good luck will happen to them. They all want to gamble.

Walking on this street, Yiyun looked around, and couldn't help but sigh a little, there are some antique shops on both sides of the street, and some quite quaint buildings, and there are also various stalls on the side, most of the stall owners are middle-aged men, all of whom are extremely sophisticated, staring at the pedestrians with fine eyes.

There are all kinds of ancient porcelain, huge blue and white porcelain, there are many small ones, there are more ancient pottery, small and delicate jade, and other small objects, and there are more in the store, there are all kinds of antique calligraphy and paintings, as well as bronze utensils, bamboo and wood carvings, Shoushan stone, strange stones, jewelry jade, play pieces and so on.

Seeing that Yiyun's eyes were straight, he also had the heart to give it a try, at that time, he sold it at a high price, and then he would be rich, but the premise was that he had to study antiques, and he had no research experience, and it was useless to buy fakes, and the key was that Yiyun had to have money to buy antiques.

Touching the empty pocket, Yiyun could only stare dryly, YY for a moment. At this time, the antique market is still very lively, the pedestrians are bustling, some people are bargaining with the stall owners, some are stopping to look at those various antiques, and some are showing off with their peers what treasures they have recently received, which is very noisy.

"I heard that there was an accident in Lao Zhangtou's store recently. ”

Yiyun, who was squatting down to look at all kinds of antiques on the stall, was interrupted by a man's voice.

"Huh?" Yiyun looked up, it turned out that it was the stall owner who spoke, the stall owner was chatting with the people in a stall on the side, Yiyun glanced at it, then squatted down and continued to look at the antiques, there were a lot of things in this stall, there were blue and white porcelain vases, as well as some bronze utensils and some small objects.

"Oh, that lonely old man with no children and no daughters, what's wrong with him?"

"Haven't you heard? Someone found his body in his shop, and then the good Samaritan buried him, and now no one dares to go to Lao Zhangtou's shop. But the neighborhood was already remote, and there were not many people. ”

"What?!Dead?can't be, even if the old man is a little weird, but he won't kill him. ”

"I don't know the details, but I heard that Lao Zhangtou died a strange death, his whole body was covered with wooden thorns, and it was said that he had collected something unclean, and it was very evil, like a strange broken sword. Even the man who was kind enough to bury him seemed to have died mysteriously. ”

"Broken sword, forget it, don't talk about it, it's none of our business anyway......"

"You're so damn bold, you're scared just to say that...... Hey, boy, you've been watching here for so long, do you want to buy it?" The stall owner saw that the person in the stall next to him was a little cowardly, and pursed his lips disdainfully, and then looked at Yiyun who had been there in a daze, and couldn't help but remind him.

Yiyun, who was thinking about the conversation between the two stall owners, was suddenly reminded by the stall owner, and couldn't help but nod a little embarrassedly, and said, "I'll take a look again, take a look again." ”

Yiyun lowered his head and looked at the objects on the stall, but he secretly felt that what the stall owners and the two said must be a little not simple, thinking so in his heart, Yiyun picked up an object casually.

It was a helmet that resembled the ancient soldiers, the whole helmet was black, with an old-looking pattern on it, but it was covered with rust spots, and there was a crack in the middle of the helmet, which extended to the bottom, and there were cracks of different sizes in other places, as if they had been cut by many knives.

"Hey, hey, don't touch it if you don't buy it, what if it's broken! The stall owner saw that Yiyun had been watching for a long time and didn't mean to buy it, plus Yiyun was wearing a super dick silk suit, no matter how he looked at it, he took the black helmet from Yiyun's hand, glanced at Yiyun with disdain, and waved his hand impatiently. (To be continued......)