s, so be it. Qingrui and Qinglan are both at the Shen family, they need to go find clues about that Kongming lock, rightThere's still a slight feeling of resentment in my heart because Jiang Qiyun had...The yin official said to me, that wasn't a ghost throng, what was that

"Xiao Qiao, do you still remember what those zombie makers mentioned about a 'master'" My brother bit into the crispy brown sticky rice cake, with his legs sprawled out as he sat in a small bamboo chair. He wasn't sitting properly.

I was slightly taken aback, Master

That night when Mu Wanchen broke into the village, the middle-aged man glared at him and said, "Any girl in our village is yours to choose! You can take as many as you like! But this woman is my master's prey! If you dare to snatch her, my master will not let you go—"

What This guide is the master ancestor!

I stared blankly at my brother. He pouted and said, "There's nothing we can do about it. Your husband was too angry that day, his anger burned like a raging fire, incinerating the souls of those zombies. They're almost all gone, aren't they No one knows who 'the Master' is... Your husband felt the sinister stench of decaying corpses behind that black cave, perhaps it doesn't lead to the Ghost Realm after all."

Gods, demons, humans, and ghosts all belong to different realms. While they occasionally intersect, they mostly keep their distance. The realm we usually interact with is the ghost world.

“Your husband saw your giant gate that gathers evil spirits and was worried for your safety, so he left first. The guide then took advantage of the situation to transform into a black hole and escape.” My brother grinned and said, “I wasn’t brave enough to follow and jump down after him. Who knows what kind of hellhole is on the other side!”

"Don't be impulsive! If you disappear, where will I find you" I glared at him.

My brother laughed and said, "Kidding, I'm not stupid."

Dabao interjected, "This guide's origins are unknown. I couldn't find any information about him at the City God Temple. Could he be associated with evil forces"

This is highly probable. Back then, in Huang Dao Village, the Taoist who was treated as food had two disciples. One of them, a ghost Taoist, is now detained in the underworld. The bronze bell he held is also in the underworld.

There's still one disciple of the heretic who hasn't shown up. Since Situ Lin can manipulate zombies behind the scenes, this master is obviously his person and very likely another one of his disciples.

"What did your husband tell you" My brother asked. "Looking at your eyes, it seems like you don't know anything."

I shook my head. Jiang Qiyun has always avoided talking about these things with me, probably afraid that if I knew too much, I'd start getting restless and running around everywhere again.

My brother touched his chin with a smirk: “Well, I understand. With such short rest time every day...Spring nights are short, discussing this kind of thing in bed would be too jarring.”

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Someone shouted in the front shop, so Old Chen hurried out to greet the customer. In less than three minutes, he rushed back in a hurry: "Young Master, you'd better go and have a look, it smells terrible!"

My brother is very calm now. He finished two bowls of mung bean soup, wiped his hands on his floral shorts, and walked into the store wearing flip-flops.

Is this his grand manner Won't this scare away customers

The people in Yin Shang's line are all eccentric old foxes, each one suspicious and especially cautious. My brother is a young fresh face, and he looks so frivolous. If he were a stranger, he probably wouldn't even dare to take things out, let alone tell the truth.

I asked Old Chen what was going on. Old Chen whispered, "That fellow smelled bad and looked haggard. He came with a purse and asked for the master of the house… Even my eyesight could tell that something was wrong with that purse, it reeked…"

He said that, I was a little worried, and hurriedly got up and walked into the shop.

My brother was standing behind the counter, a man of average height stood outside the counter. My brother listened to him while opening up our "treasure chest" at home.

Inside that "treasure chest" were some tools, such as velvet cloth, a tray, tweezers, gloves, and an antique magnifying glass.

He put on his gloves and shook out a piece of velvet, placing it on the table and gesturing for the other person to put things down.

An antique is an antique, with values ranging from high to low. Therefore, there's a rule in the industry of precious items like antiques and jewelry:

That is "never take anything from someone else's hand." That means you cannot reach out to take things from other people's hands.

I accidentally broke it, who's fault is it

So, it's all about the other party putting things down steadily, and then you reach out to take them. This way, responsibilities are clearly divided, so you won't run into scammers.

The man certainly didn't look well. He placed his pouch on the velvet cloth, and my brother frowned and asked, "What smells so awful Did you fish this pouch out of a corpse"

"Stinky This smells pretty good to me..." the man said, looking confused.

My brother didn't feel like talking to him anymore, and I could smell the stench too. I hurried to open the back door to air it out.

"Damn, is this a photo Where did you find such a hot model" My brother smoothed out a folded photograph with his gloves.

I hurried over to take a look. The photo was completely nude, with nothing left to the imagination.

My brother picked up the photo and took a look: "Hey man, this picture is pretty good. The size is just right, and it's naturally beautiful without any silicone implants. Looking at it from the side, you can see its curves and peaks. But those two grapes...they're too dark. How many people have sucked on them Have you been staring at this photo so much that you've gone crazy and think it's haunted"

"Not at all!" The other party retorted, flustered. "You... you guys... really deal with these evil spirits in your shop!"

My brother raised an eyebrow: "Hmm, it depends on what kind of service you need. If it's picture appraisal, I'll happily spend an hour with you looking at them for free; but if it's something else..."

This swindler...

I'm speechless about my brother's innate talent. I quietly walked up behind him and peeked at the photo.

The crumpled photo showed a female nude, the kind of woman who was very fashionable, posing completely naked.

What smells bad is definitely not in this picture. There's something else inside this embroidered pouch, and my brother needs to negotiate a price and terms with the other party before he checks it further.

"You guys... how do you charge" the man asked, a little nervously.

"Look at you, how much are you willing to pay for some peace and quiet You name your price, we'll do it. If we don't want to, then you better go find someone else."

"......This, five, five thousand" The man extended a palm.

My brother scratched his head: “You’d better hire someone else…”

"Wait! To be honest, I'm a relative of Lao Mo. I heard about you saving his daughter, and well, as a poor guy like me, I don't have much money. Could we maybe do installments" This man looked determined, gripping the wooden handrail outside the counter like he was afraid my brother would throw him out.

Mo Laoqi The antique dealer with a sinister aura you asked us to handle before

Since he's an acquaintance's relative... in this circle, it all relies on word-of-mouth. It seems rude to refuse him.

My brother hesitated for a moment and said, "Well then, tell me first, who is in this photo"

"Well, she was my ex-girlfriend..."

"Damn! A model girlfriend and he still claims to be a poor loser!" My brother said, his face full of betrayed anger.

"Well, there's a reason for that..."

My brother waved his hand: "Do you have any seeds"

The other party understood implicitly: “Can we take a selfie”

"Deal."

……

I called out from behind, my voice hushed: "Mu Yunfan…"their whole face and neck." Xie Ge handed me my bag and said, "Put your things in there. If someone gets close to you, reach into your bag and they won't dare come any closer."My God, this place is so...