After joining Hades

"Is there something?" Wen Bai frowned.

It was originally a small lamp raised in the underworld, and the little things I like are more or less tainted, especially those who have been buried for a few years.

The premise is that there must be genuine products on the antique stall.

The Sanxianqiao Antique Market has indeed become famous because it has produced genuine products, but so far it has only been that one time.

The objects in it are the oldest ones, probably because the old men who didn't set up stalls are too old.

If the "something" it says doesn't mean this, it's...

"Well, a bit fierce." Xiao Lian Deng sniffed vigorously.

Before leaving, Di Ting also specially reminded, don't underestimate it, after all, it was brought up by Lu Zheng, and it will be particularly sensitive to some evil spirits, so let him be more careful.

At that time, he agreed casually, but who knew that he bumped into it when he went out.

"Is it troublesome?" Wen Bai asked.

Little Lotus Lantern: "No trouble, it's very weak."

As it said, it paused: "But it's not good to stay here. It may hurt people after a long time."

"Is it evil?" Wen Bai thought of Di Ting's words.

Xiao Lian Deng: "No, it's just that the fierceness hasn't dissipated at all."

"Will that hurt you?" Wen Bai was still a little worried.

Xiao Lian Deng shook Ye Zi: "No, I'm very good."

Rainy day|There are not many pedestrians, but the "Sanxian Bridge" is half the size of a scenic spot, and it is June, and there are more and more idle tourists. Although it is still raining, there are quite a few stall owners.

But at a glance, there is no one of Wen Bai's age.

When Xiaoliandeng saw these colorful ornaments, his curiosity was aroused, and the wick swayed loudly.

It was also the first time for Wen Bai to come to this kind of place, and he had no experience. Seeing that Xiao Lian Deng was curious, he stopped at a booth.

Xiao Lian Deng pointed to the cup inlaid with gemstones in the middle: "That's beautiful!"

Wen Bai took it and asked, "Boss, what is this?"

The stall owner didn't mind that Wen Bai was a young man, and his tone was quite enthusiastic: "Qianlong Cup!"

Wen Bai: "..."

Wen Bai answered smoothly: "Is it true?"

"That's for sure." The stall owner's tone was so natural that Bai Bai was a little embarrassed to ask further.

"Then how much is this Qianlong cup?" Wen Bai was quite eager to hear.

"Ham, it's fate to meet you in this heavy rainy day. I think you are kind-hearted, so just for eye luck. If you want, take [-] away."

Wen Bai chuckled lightly, taking [-] away, I really dare to say it.

Putting down the thirty thousand Qianlong cup, Wen Bai picked up the "jade" beside him.

On the lower part of the upper tip, it is half an arm long. It looks like the ancient jade that the teacher mentioned in the elective course.

"Is this Yugui?" Wen Bai asked.

The stall owner let out a "huh" and joked, "The young man understands it quite well, did you learn this?"

Wen Bai also knew that he was joking: "I just saw the pictures."

"That's right, Yugui, from Shang Zhou." The stall owner said.

All of a sudden, from the Qing Dynasty to the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, spanning more than half of China's history, he met him on this land.

Wen Bai smiled, and there was something in his words: "It seems that luck is good."

Stall owner: "That's not right, it just happened to happen."

"We are all like this in this film, what we watch is just a glimpse."

As he said that, he flipped through the items on the stall, seemingly unintentionally said: "I like it, the fake is also true."

"I didn't like it, it's true and it's fake."

Only then did Wen Bai look up, a little surprised.

Sure enough, those who do business in these places can live and live, and can eat this bowl of rice.

Words are prettier than things.

"Bai Bai, what is he talking about?" Xiao Lian Deng only heard something true and false, with question marks all over her head.

Wen Bai bowed his head, and said without a trace: "There are no real things here, but it's okay to buy something for fun."

Xiaoliandeng shook the petals with only a half-knowledge.

"Did you find it?" Wen Bai asked.

After entering the literature stall, Xiaoliandeng sniffed around first, but the fierceness seemed to disappear suddenly, and they couldn't find it anyway, so the two picked a stall at random and stopped.

"Should be around here." But it couldn't find it.

Hearing the disappointment in its words, Wen Bai reached out and tapped his little petals: "Then let's take a look."

Xiao Lian Deng was happy now: "Okay."

Wen Bai put down the things at hand and looked around again.

In this kind of place, if you sit at a stall, whether things are sold or not, you often rely on your "sight".

Therefore, most of the clothes of the stall owners are very "quaint" and have a strong humanistic atmosphere at a glance.

There were even two old men wearing short mandarin jackets.

There was only one person who seemed a little out of place.

It's not unseemly, but it's just a day in June, wearing a shirt, a knitted vest, and a hat on the head, it seems to be too afraid of the cold.

A few tourists happened to be standing there before, covering their sight, so Wen Bai didn't pay attention.

"Look over there." Wen Bai raised his chin slightly, motioning Xiao Lian Deng to look over there, "Could it be there?"

Xiao Lian Deng twisted Ye Tuo vigorously and looked over there.

Seeing that it was twisting hard, Wen Bai patted it: "Sit down."

With that said, he walked over there.

The stall owner looked like he was in his fifties, and he didn't know where his eyes fell. Wen Bai had already walked up to him, so he looked up at him, and then lowered his head.

"It's the Qianlong cup!" Xiao Liandeng's eyes were attracted by the cup again.

Wen Bai picked it up and looked at it, the appearance and workmanship were very similar to the previous one.

You can't just stand in front of the booth, Wen Bai took the cup of the same style and called out: "Master."

The stall owner put his hands in his hands and answered absent-mindedly: "Yeah."

Compared with the previous few stall owners who sounded like a bell, the whole person seemed particularly lacklustre.

Wen Bai felt even more strange, and continued to chat: "Is this the Qianlong cup?"

"Yeah." The stall owner nodded.

As if he didn't really want to do business, Wen Bai thought for a while and asked, "How much?"

The stall owner said directly: "Thirty, take it if you want."

Wen Bai: "..."

I'm afraid it's not, and it's a little too honest.

"Thirty thousand over there." Wen Bai didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Stall owner: "You can ask for [-] yuan."

Wen Bai: "..."

"I want it." Wen Bai paid directly.

The stall owner took another look at Wen Bai.

"Where is this Yugui? It also belongs to Shang Zhou?"

Stall owner: "Last week's, just out of the warehouse."

There is also a special reminder: "It's not jade, it's marble, it's worthless."

Wen Bai: "..."

"How many?"

"Fifty."

"I want it too."

Wen Bai picked up another one, this time before he could speak, the stall owner spoke first.

"Don't ask, it's just a bottle opener, worthless and not pretty."

"Then I want to take it too." Wen Bai said leisurely.

The stall owner finally took out his hidden hand, frowned, and looked at Wen Bai.

Wen Bai picked up things by himself: "Master, do you have a bag?"

"You really want it?" the stall owner asked.

"En." Wen Bai nodded.

"It's all fake." The stall owner frowned.

"It's really impossible for you to give me thirty." Wen Bai looked up at him, "Everything is pretty."

The old and the young stalemate for a while, and the stall owner next to him seemed to be unable to stand it anymore, stretched his neck and leaned over, muttering: "Old Chen, what's the matter with you, how old is this, can you still do business? Go home and rest for two days if you are not in the mood, why do you still drive people out when you are out of the stall?"

"Come here, come here, I have the bag if you want it, so don't bother with him, the young man, the little old man has been in a bad mood for the past two days, and he is sullen, just pick your bag, just put the money there."

Wen Bai took the small cloth bag and asked in a low voice: "Master, why is this Master Chen in a bad mood these two days, do you know?"

The stall owner next door shook his head: "I don't know, I won't tell if I ask."

Wen Bai thanked him and returned to the stall.

Master Chen took the cloth bag and began to pack things without saying a word.

"Let's put this alone." Wen Bai took the Qianlong Cup which was similar to the Little Lotus Lantern.

"Why do you buy so much?" Master Chen asked.

The little lotus lantern has already landed in his palm, sticking it on the Qianlong cup for viewing.

Wen Bai looked at it and smiled: "The children at home like it."

Master Chen, who was stuffing his head down, raised his head when he heard this, startling both Wen Bai and Xiao Liandeng.

Wen Bai lowered his head thoughtfully, and began to think about what he said just now, the master reacted so strongly.

Probably because he knew that he had lost his composure, Master Chen quickly regained his composure on his face, but the strength in his hands did not decrease.

The drawstring of the cloth bag was jerked violently, and something inside bumped into it, making a jingling sound.

"It's better not to use these things for children." He said suddenly.

After a moment of silence, he said word for word: "Maybe it's not very clean."

When he said this, his voice dropped very low, it was more like speaking for himself than for Wen Bai.

Wen Bai felt that the problem might be found.

He pretended not to understand: "It's okay, just wash up."

Master Chen seemed a little annoyed, and didn't know what to say, so he just held the bag.

After a long while, he said, "Go, I won't sell you."

Wen Bai was basically sure.

He said softly, "Because it can't be used by children?"

Then he looked at Master Chen, half-gambled and half-guessed: "Master Chen, take offense."

"Is there something wrong with your family?"

Wen Bai considered it for a while: "The problem still lies with...the child?"

Chen Shiwen gave the bag a hand.

The moment he looked up, he saw the jade gourd tied on Wen Bai's wrist.

He has been in this business for so many years, and he has never passed any treasures in his hands, but he has seen many.

But it is the first jade gourd that is so transparent and free of impurities.

Those who can afford this kind of thing must look down on these high-end goods.

But he actually bought a bag.

Chen Shiwen put down the cloth bag and said nothing.

At this moment, Xiao Lian Deng shook the leaves suddenly: "Bai Bai, I smell it, it's here!"

The rain outside has become much lighter, and the accumulated water slowly falls down the sharp corner tile eaves of the bridge corridor, forming a curtain.

When the wind blows, cool air penetrates from all sides.

Wen Bai took a few steps to the side, away from the crowd, looked at the little lotus lamp, and asked in a low voice: "Could the problems in his family be related to this?"

Xiao Lian Deng was also a little puzzled: "But I don't feel that thing has any signs of hurting anyone."

"If there is, I can smell it."

Xiao Lian Deng said "Well", "However, if it is some newborn children, because their souls are still unstable, they may be frightened."

Wen Bai had the bottom line in his heart, Xiao Liandeng was talking about being frightened, not hurt.

"Then did you feel anything other than the fierceness in him?"

"No."

"Okay, let's go back and have a look." Wen Bai turned his head and looked at the red cloth stall, "Try to find that thing."

When turning back again, Chen Shiwen had already stood up from the pony.

Wen Bai saw that he was hesitant to speak, so he didn't ask any more questions, and only gave Xiao Lian Deng a look.

The little lotus lantern floated down from its shoulders and landed on the pile of objects shaking its leaves.

Not long after, the little lotus lamp stopped.Stretched out a petal and pointed down: "Here."

Wen Bai followed the sound and looked.

The place where the little lotus lamp stops is in the upper right corner.

Compared with the more or less neatly arranged things in the center of the red cloth, they are all messed up, as if they were randomly gathered into a ball.

It seems that he really has no intention of doing business, Wen Bai thought to himself.

"Below! It's suppressed!" Xiao Liandeng reminded Wen Bai, fearing that Wen Bai would not be found.

Wen Bai carefully pushed aside the pile of scattered things, and suddenly saw a small piece of seal at the bottom.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he could vaguely see a few wisps of very faint black mist above.

"This?" Wen Bai asked.

Xiaoliandeng nodded.

Wen Bai picked it up and took a look.

When he saw the seal for the first time, he thought it was just a broken corner, but when he got it, he realized that those potholed corners were just broken sections.

This seal is broken.

And it looks like it has been around for some years. Although the traces of fracture can still be clearly seen, some places have tended to be smooth.

"Master, why is this seal broken?" Wen Bai didn't want to get any useful information from him, he just wanted to confirm whether the "other half" of the broken seal was here.

"It looks pretty good to me. If I can put it together, I'll have it." As he said that, Wen Bai made a gesture to look for it in the pile of odds and ends.

Fortunately, Chen Shiwen said this time: "You don't need to look for them, they are all old things on purpose, and they are easy to sell if they are broken."

Wen Bai pretended not to have any intention and said, "You broke it yourself?"

Chen Shiwen replied directly: "It is broken."

"Master, I want to ask if you just found this seal recently?"

Wen Bai has always been a very difficult person to defend against. Fang Leming and the others once commented that if he really had the intention to approach someone, no one would be able to avoid him.

Just like Chen Shiwen's feeling now.

He shouldn't have said much in front of such a stranger, let alone a child who looked a round younger than his son.

But I just said too much.

It’s still the kind of people who only know how much they say after they realize it.

He waved his hand, did not answer Wen Bai's question, but said: "If you want, you can take it at thirty."

"It's closed."

Obviously don't want to say more.

It's inconvenient for Wen Bai to ask more questions.

He put away the cloth bag, held the seal in his palm, and paid.

If the incident at Master Chen's family was really caused by this seal, then they took the seal away, and the situation should improve.

Thinking of this, Wen Bai looked at Chen Shiwen who was packing up and preparing to close the stall, thought for a long time, and said: "The children at home will be fine."

Chen Shiwen paused suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the young man with the white jade gourd say another sentence.

"I'll come back tomorrow."