Treasure Appraisal: My eyes can identify all things

Looking at the rat face under the black cloak, Jiang Cheng's first reaction was that of a demon.

That is, the foreign slave in Xuanyuan Qingying's mouth.

This is almost the same as Xu Qing's original state.

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes.

Is it possible that this boss has also been "created as a demon"? Affected by the radiation from the extraterrestrial meteorite, a mutation occurred?

Jiang Cheng suddenly thought of the old lady burning paper at the corner of the street.

Could it be that what the old lady said about her granddaughter being eaten by a monster was true?

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but frown. Just in case, he pulled out two Five Thunder Talismans from the Meteor Gold Space, held them in his left hand, and put them into his pocket.

The Five Thunder Talisman has an absolute restraint effect on this kind of mutated "demon".

If this rat-faced boss really has a problem, Jiang Cheng doesn't mind giving him a ride.

What Jiang Cheng didn't know was that the moment he appeared at the door of the store, the black pointer in the middle of an old-fashioned copper Feng Shui compass under the counter suddenly started to shake crazily.

The pair of sinister little eyes under the black cloak instantly revealed a look of surprise.

Then came a burst of ecstasy and excitement.

The scarlet tongue couldn't help but lick the corners of his mouth.

"Chi chi chi... demon? We can have a full meal again!"

Jiang Cheng walked into the store calmly.

A pair of eyes was fixed on the man in black robe with his head buried behind the counter, and his tone was neither salty nor cool: "Boss, do you have cinnabar and yellow paper?"

The light was dim, and a pair of small eyes under a black cloak looked carefully at the young man in front of him through the low brim of his hat.

Then, a sharp and unmanly voice came over: "Young man, aren't you afraid that you are running alone on a funeral street this late at night?"

Jiang Cheng smiled and said, "Afraid? What are you afraid of? As the saying goes, if you don't do bad things during the day, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night. Could it be that you, boss, are a ghost and want to eat people?"

"Ahem! Of course I'm not a ghost, and I can't eat people. But, young man, why did you buy these things?"

Jiang Cheng joked casually: "My child lost his soul, so I asked an old Taoist priest to help him summon the soul. The old Taoist priest asked me to buy cinnabar yellow paper, saying he wanted to draw talismans!"

"Oh? Old Taoist priest? What kind of old Taoist priest?"

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but squint his eyes, looking through the low brim of his hat.

I actually saw a hint of curiosity in those small round eyes.

It was obvious that the words "old Taoist priest" seemed to pique the interest of this mouse-eyed man.

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment, and for some reason, Wei Qinglin's face instantly appeared in his mind.

Jiang Cheng calmed his expression and spoke slowly: "He is a tall and thin old Taoist priest, wearing a blue-gray robe, with triangular eyes and a mustache. He looks fierce."

"It's him?"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Cheng could clearly see the shock in Mouse Face's eyes.

Jiang Cheng pretended to be surprised: "Boss, do you know that old Taoist priest?"

The mouse-faced man coughed dryly: "Ahem! He often comes to my shop to buy cinnabar-yellow paper wolf-hair pens and the like. He is considered a regular customer, so of course he knows me!"

Jiang Cheng was also slightly shocked in his heart. He just suddenly thought of Wei Qinglin, so he tried to describe Wei Qinglin's appearance. Unexpectedly, this rat-faced man actually knew Wei Qinglin.

Is it possible that this person became like this because of Wei Qinglin's method of creating monsters?

Just like Xu Qing and her husband.

However, Jiang Cheng remained calm on the surface: "Oh! Really? Boss, please hurry up, the old Taoist priest is still waiting for me!"

"it is good!"

As he spoke, Mouse-face hunched over and slowly walked towards the cabinets in the row to the north.

The corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth raised slightly, and he said in a joking tone: "Boss, it's so hot in summer, isn't it warm if you wear a cloak?"

Hearing this, the rat-faced body visibly paused, then smiled and said: "It's nothing. There was a fire in the store a few years ago, and I saved my life. It's just that my face was burned by the fire. I was afraid that the customers who came to the store would be frightened when they saw it." So, use a cloak to cover it!"

Jiang Cheng half-smiled but said, "So, your face is ugly?"

As soon as these words came out, the mouse's face visibly trembled, and the murderous intent in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

However, at this moment, the mouse-faced body was facing away from Jiang Cheng, so Jiang Cheng couldn't see his expression!

"Oh! Sorry, boss, I'm just such a straight person! Don't mind!"

"Ahem...it's okay! I'm used to it!"

The corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth couldn't help but curl into a playful smile.

Old thing, I want to see how long you can endure it.

"By the way, boss, I just met an old woman on the street who was burning paper for her granddaughter. I heard her say that there is a man-eating monster in your store. Is it true?"

As soon as these words came out, Mouse Face's hand holding the yellow paper visibly trembled.

The rat-faced body slowly turned around.

"Haha! Young man, where in the world can monsters eat people? Now that the Internet is so developed, if there really is a monster, won't it make a fuss on the news? Besides, there really is some kind of monster that eats people in my store. Wouldn't the police have taken care of it earlier? Is my store closed?”

"That's right! I just felt that the old lady was not in a good state of mind and was chattering away!"

"Here, young man, cinnabar yellow paper, a total of 130!"

Jiang Cheng nodded, opened WeChat, and scanned 130.

He took the things and walked straight out of the store.

He looked back at the rat face standing in the store looking at him quietly, his brows furrowed.

He slowly took out his left hand from his pocket.

He had spoken so wildly, but this old guy could actually hold it back.

Jiang Cheng breathed a long sigh of relief, slowly withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked straight towards the street entrance.

However, what Jiang Cheng didn't know was that when he left, the rat-faced man in the store walked to the counter and took out a copper Feng Shui compass from the second-floor cabinet.

Looking at the black pointer in the center of the compass that trembled slightly and slowly moved in Jiang Cheng's direction.

Mouse Face slowly took off the high hat of his cloak, instantly revealing a rat face with long gray hair, a sharp mouth and small eyes.

The evil look in the little eyes has already overflowed...

the other side.

Jiang Cheng walked out of the funeral street and walked towards the direction where the car was parked.

The old lady who was burning paper has long disappeared.

Jiang Cheng looked around but couldn't find the old lady.

However, when his eyes passed the corner of the street, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

The old guy couldn't hold it back and followed him out.

Jiang Cheng just pretended not to notice and walked straight towards the Mercedes-Benz.

Qin Xiaoshu breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw that Jiang Cheng was back, holding yellow paper and cinnabar in his hand.

"Chengzi, you're back, how are you? Is there no problem?"

"It's okay! By the way, are there any cigarettes? Give me one and you go back first! I'll smoke one and go back!"

"Smoke? Chengzi, don't you don't smoke?" Qin Xiaoshu took out a stick of white sand from his pocket with a puzzled look on his face and handed it to Jiang Cheng.

He took out his newly bought zippo lighter, performed a very cool cigarette lighting move, and lit it for Jiang Cheng.

"Oh~ A lighter is good!"

"Hey! Just pretending!"

"I'll keep it for now!" As he said that, Jiang Cheng put the lighter into his pocket without changing his expression.

"I'll go! Chengzi, you don't even smoke, and you tricked me into using a lighter. We are indeed brothers!"

"Ahem! Okay, hurry up and go back to my villa first. I'll go back after I finish smoking. The door password is xxxx."