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Chapter 213 High Price

When Chen Bufei walked over, he found that the noise in the entire venue was gone. He was groping forward in the darkness, with the painted ghost floating behind him.

Still holding the painting in his arms, there was a trace of tenderness on Huagui's face.

It took Chen Bufei a lot of effort to drag the man out. Under the street lamp, Chen Bufei lighted a cigarette heavily.

"You're playing with me."

"There is no such thing as a free lunch."

"Okay, Lao Tzu Qian recognized it, what should I do with this person?" Chen Bufei found a luxury car not far away, which probably belonged to this person.

He helped the man sit under the street lamp, "Do you still have the ability to make him faint?"

"What's the big deal, I can still let you die." Huagui stretched out two fingers, quite arrogantly, "At any time."

Chen Bufei took a long drag on his cigarette and said, "Well, I believe it, but you will die in my hands in the end anyway."

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There was movement on the side of the luxury car, and it seemed that he had noticed the situation here. Chen Bufei ran wildly at night with the painting ghost.

"Does this painting have any special meaning?"

"My wife." Huagui sat in the warehouse holding the painting pitifully, he had already adapted to this place.

Although Chen Bufei's warehouse is broken, the things in it have a strong smell, which makes the ghosts who stay here feel at ease.

"Aren't you a general? Wasn't this painting given to you by the emperor? I remember it was recorded like this on the stone tablet."

"Yeah. That's right. I have made great military achievements and my wife loves each other, but she can't wait for me to come back. The emperor gave me two identical scrolls. Since this painting was lost, I have been trying to find a way to get it out."

Long-term longing and hatred have created today's dark-eyed painting ghost.

The story was a bit touching, Chen Bufei coughed twice, "Hey, that, when shall we start?"

Chen Bufei almost asked you when you will die and when will I be able to absorb the breath of time!

"I'm relieved to have found this painting again." The painting ghost looked up at Chen Bufei, "After I disappear, you have to tie the two of us together and send them back to the tomb."

"Won't it be stolen again?" Chen Bufei asked in surprise.

Huagui was stunned for a moment, he seemed to have forgotten to think about it, "Well, yes."

Chen Bufei was moved by his sincerity, "How about this, after you disappear, the picture scroll of you and your wife will stay in the Golden Drum Tower, I will never sell it, you can choose the box you like"

"I want the suet-fat white jade one."

Chen Bufei raised his head leisurely, his stomach ached again, "You're so embarrassed to mention it."

"My wife likes it."

"Yes, so I have no reason to refuse." Chen Bufei clicked his tongue and urged the ghost painting to proceed quickly.

Hua Gui was making some spells in front of him that Chen Bufei couldn't understand at all, and Zhou Qingya's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Where's Chen Bufei, you!" The roar of the Hedong Lion scared the ghost painting to an end.

"You, you, hide!" Chen Bufei looked back at Huagui, then opened the door and went out.

"Miss, what's the matter?" As soon as Chen Bufei appeared, Zhou Qingya rushed over and pinched his ears.

"You're crazy! You spend so much money on a fake painting, do you have money to spend? What does the Chen family do? I don't know!"

"There are countless. Miss, please be merciful!"

"Be merciful?" Zhou Qingya sneered, pinched her hand hard, and Chen Bufei groaned in pain.

"Paint it to me, and I'll go back."

"Come on, miss, do you want to send back the treasure that was auctioned off from Chen Hua?" Chen Bufei rubbed his ears, Zhou Qingya was really trying hard.

"I'm afraid of her? Me"

"Aren't you afraid?" Chen Bufei came over shamelessly, "Miss Zhou is invincible in the world, she can buy everything she wants."

Zhou Qingya said angrily, "What about painting?"

"Inside."

Zhou Qingya walked forward, Chen Bufei suddenly thought of something, and suddenly squatted down covering his head, "Damn it, why is it so painful?"

"Chen Bufei, are you okay, don't scare me!" Zhou Qingya pressed his shoulder.

"Uncle Fu! Uncle Fu!"

Chen Bufei raised his head and looked at the warehouse pretending to be casual. Huagui, dragging his white clothes, was lying at the door watching the excitement.

Seeing Chen Bufei pretending to be sick, Huagui gave a thumbs up.

Chen Bufei laughed, are ghosts so interesting now!

Zhou Qingya really thought that something happened to Chen Bufei, she forgot about painting in such a busy schedule, and Chen Bufei took her hand to play tricks.

"I'm in so much pain."

"Where does it hurt?"

"My stomach hurts, my head hurts, my arms hurt, my whole body hurts." Chen Bufei wailed continuously, and Uncle Fu went to find a doctor.

"Let go of me, I'll get you a glass of water."

"No." Chen Bufei held Zhou Qingya's hand like a child, and Zhou Qingya's hand was soft and delicate, like a block of tofu.

Before Chen Bufei had time to savor it carefully, Zhou Qingya slapped him on the head suddenly, "Chen Bufei, are you deliberately taking this opportunity to play hooligans?"

"I do not have it."

"I think you're just pretending. Is there something you're hiding from me? Oh, it's that painting, right?" Zhou Qingya managed to explain what happened just now in a few words.

Chen Bufei coughed uncomfortably, "What, if I say that the two paintings are real, would you believe me?"

Although Zhou Qingya was shocked, she believed it in her heart, "It's all true? Then how much can we earn."

"What if these two paintings are not for sale and are just kept in the store?"

Zhou Qingya looked at Chen Bufei for two seconds, "Are you sick, Chen Bufei! Spend so much money to bring it back and put it at home?"

Chen Bufei continued to pretend to be sick, he rushed over and grabbed Zhou Qingya's hand, "No, listen to me, these two paintings have a story, you may not believe it, but she really exists"

Zhou Qingya stared at Chen Bufei as if he was mentally retarded. Chen Bufei sighed deeply, and he didn't know how to explain it. After all, she still didn't believe it when he said it. Hey, it's hard!

The doctor brought by Uncle Fu gave Chen Bufei his pulse, and his expression suddenly became tense, "Boss Chen, this is a relapse of your old illness."

Chen Bufei laughed instantly, why was he pretending to be sick and pretending to be real?

Zhou Qingya who was standing by the side suddenly took a step forward, "Doctor, may I trouble you, can you prescribe him two medicines?"

The doctor shook his head while writing, "Is this the first time I've seen such a pulse? Boss Chen, have you practiced any kung fu? Your blood flow is too fast."

"Hey, doctor, I'm going to run when I have nothing to do."

The doctor stared at Chen Bufei with a puzzled expression, "It's really strange, your pulse is really a bit strange, Boss Chen, take these medicines first, don't run recently, your body can't stand it."

Chen Bufei agreed, but he was already thinking about the breath of the years of painting ghosts.

(End of this chapter)