The strongest mortician

The cloth curtain was lifted and lowered again.The air is very quiet, so quiet that the breathing of the people behind the curtain can be heard clearly.

Through the curtain, many things flashed through Xiaobai's mind.The scene seen at the blacksmith's shop a few months ago came to mind again.

Old Zhang Tou from the blacksmith shop chased and scolded a young man on crutches. Old Zhang Tou's daughter stopped her desperately. At that time, she said: "Father, don't hit me, don't hit me. He has already seen my body. I'm going to marry him."

There are many enthusiastic neighbors watching the excitement, mainly elderly aunts, and Xiaobai, who is carrying a sword, just stands at the end and can hear clearly.

"I heard that he was watching his feet while washing clothes by the river."

"Can't even see the feet?" asked a half-grown kid.

"That's natural, and the body must never be looked at by outsiders, you have to be responsible to others!"

Xiaobai is not interested in this, he originally came to the blacksmith shop to make a suitable iron box for storing silver, so that when the box is full, it will be handed over to Shenshen.Seeing that today is not going to happen, he'd better go back and find Shenshen.

"Fortunately, I'm not a woman, so I don't bother you so much. Men don't need to care about so many things." The half-grown boy muttered.This sentence came out too late, and happened to be missed by the little Bai Xianshi who was on his way back home.

At this moment, Xiaobai's body stiffened, and he stood motionless on the spot.He looked at Shen Shen's body, and he was responsible for Shen Shen.

The old Zhangtou's daughter married the boy who was beaten, and it didn't take long to hear that the cub was kicked in the stomach, and the name was chosen.Will it be so deeply...

If you really kicked a cub, what would it be called?Xiaobai thought about it for a while, and referred to the names of the old Zhangtou's cubs. If there is one, the boy should be called Bai Goudan, and the girl should be called Shen Cuihua.

The grievance and anger of being left behind in the morning disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the corners of Xiaobai's mouth could not be suppressed.

Shen Shen put on his clothes, opened the curtain, and met a face with a smirk like Er Que.Is this overstimulation, brain trouble?This time it's only been a day, and it looks like this. It seems that the child's Electra plot is really serious.

Deciding to keep him cold is really a wise decision, otherwise what would happen.

Shen Shen corrected the expression on his face, and said in a cold tone: "I will take Bai Yi to participate in Qing Ye's auction tonight, you stay and take a good look at the house."

Xiaobai immediately became unconvinced, rolled his eyes, and didn't refute, just answered obediently.Shen Shen glanced at the man suspiciously and did not speak.

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At three o'clock in Haishi, Shen Shen, carrying the mortuary box on his back and wearing a black curtain on his head, appeared on time in front of an inconspicuous low tile-roofed house, and knocked on the door: "Dong dong—dong dong dong."

The door was opened by a familiar old man. Shen Shen's eyes behind the curtain opened slightly. This old man sold steamed buns in this shop in the morning. There were not many regular customers, and Shen Shen was one of them. The group of them just arrived When He Cheng was penniless, he salivated a lot at the steamed stuffed buns of this family.

Unexpectedly, Qing Ye, the auction house that is sought after by thousands of people and claims to be what you want, is hidden in such an ordinary bun shop.

The old man confirmed the invitation and made a gesture of invitation.

Not long after Shen Shen entered, the door of the bun shop was knocked again.The slightly taller figure followed closely the person in front, and disappeared into the candlelight deep in the steamed stuffed bun shop.

There is a hole in the bun shop, inside is a huge underground space, illuminated by luminous beads every two steps, a luminous bead is not expensive, such a large number is enough to show Qingye's wealth.

Practitioners from all walks of life wore curtains, and they didn't talk to each other. They just sat down when they entered, which was completely different from the hustle and bustle of people in Qingkong.In the private room on the second floor, blackout gauze was used to block the sight of outsiders exploring.Those who can enter the second floor are either rich or expensive.

The auction started quickly, and when the lights went out, only the huge luminous pearl illuminated on the stage remained, and the first auction item was pushed up covered with a black cloth.

"Ten pieces of fourth-tier fire-type talisman paper, one of which can withstand a blow from a monk in the foundation-building period. The starting price is 200 taels of silver. The minimum price increase is 50 taels."

"300 taels."

"400 taels"

"500 taels!"

As soon as the filming started, the atmosphere was lively.Observing deeply, the bidders have little agility and fluctuations, and they are often followed by guard-like people.There are not many cultivators participating in the auction, and the few participating are most likely for the self-defense of the juniors who have not practiced at home.

In the room on the second floor, there was no movement as expected.

"The fifth auction item, a pair of concentric jade buckles, is the pinnacle work of the deceased master sculptor Mr. Dongji. The wearer can perceive each other's existence no matter how far apart they are."

When the black cloth is opened, the milky white jade buckle is full of water, and the pattern of mandarin ducks is lifelike.

"The starting price. 300 taels of silver."

After the words fell, for the first time, there was a silence in the fierce bidding field, and no one bid.It's no wonder that jade buckles are common things for everyone present, whether they are monks or dignitaries in the world, and their functions are useless.

It seems that this scene has been expected for a long time, and the old man is not in a hurry.

There are also female companions who want to smile at Bo Jiaren.

"300 taels."

"400 taels." Unexpectedly, there was a bid.

"450 taels." It was a man who wanted to smile at Bo Jiaren, and he wanted to save face.

"600 taels." The voice was cold, without delay.

"Six... 650 taels." With the expectant eyes of the beauties beside him, the man gritted his teeth and added another 50 taels.This has far exceeded the value of the jade buckle itself.He didn't believe that the other party would add more.

"1000 taels."

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The man stopped shouting, and spent 1000 taels of silver for a thing of no practical use.Not worth it.

"1000 taels, deal."

I'm afraid this is a prodigal son.Shen Shen shook his head, this was the voice of many people present.It's just that the sound is a bit familiar.

Shen Shen froze, and suddenly had a very bad premonition.