Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

"It's not me. I'm not the only one who has this piano in the world."

"Who else?" After a lapse of ten years, Yang Pingan felt that he had caught a little clue of this matter and touched the edge of its darkness this night.

The young man smiled, not really a smile, but a subtle expression, which changed the subject: "Do you know the origin of this bronze wine bottle?"

Yang Pingan stared at him closely: "Is there such a monster in the antiques in my house?"

The young man looked at him directly: "Yes, this wine bottle comes from the same place as the ten antiques in your home."

"Then my parents..."

The young man interrupted him: "It's up to you to find the answer yourself. I'll give you two things."

He took out two things from his pocket and laid them in his palm, a yellow talisman folded into a triangle and tied with a red thread, and a piece of iron fragment carved with patterns, the patterns on it were tree trunks and branches.

Yang Ping'an was startled to realize that he was talking about ten antiques just now, and it seems that he also knew that he sold one of them for living expenses in his third year of high school.

It was a short dagger, and the scabbard was beautifully embossed with tree trunks, branches and vines.

Now the scabbard is broken, and it is in this man's hand.

"The yellow talisman can prevent him from getting close to you. I got this fragment by accident, so it can be regarded as returning it to its original owner."

Yang Pingan took the two things, but he still had a bad feeling in his heart. Did he mean to keep the wine bottle by giving him the yellow talisman to prevent that person from getting close to him?

Sure enough, as Yang Ping'an thought, the young man said: "This wine bottle is related to you, you should keep it."

Having said that, Yang Ping'an already felt that this person was determined to leave, thinking of his own personal problems, he asked, "What do you mean when you said that I don't have much life left?"

"You don't need to call me, just call me whatever you want. The question of longevity just mentioned is also related to this bronze wine bottle, and even more related to those antiques in your home. If you want to get the answer, you can go back home and find out."

"What about my parents...?"

"The answers are all in one place."

After saying that, the young man bowed slightly and left, leaving only Yang Ping'an and the bronze wine bottle on the ground.

The young man floated away and disappeared at the entrance of the corridor in a blink of an eye. Yang Pingan caught up with him and he was gone.

There are really ghosts and gods in this world, this doubt is solved, but the puzzles buried behind it are piled up one after another, forming a high mountain.

This night was like an absurd dream. After sleeping all night, Yang Pingan doubted the authenticity of his memory, but the yellow talisman hanging around his neck confirmed the truth in a blink of an eye.

The wine bottle that was thrown at the door last night and was not brought into the house also entered the house by itself, and stood firmly on his sofa.

No matter how you look at it, Yang Pingan doesn't like it, but he dares to sit on his sofa.

After resigning and returning home, Yang Pingan took the wine bottle and started the road back home without hesitation.

Wrap the wine bottle in a handbag and hold it in his arms. After getting along with him for the past few days, Yang Pingan has figured out the habit of this wine bottle ghost. He is nocturnal and never appears during the day. Fu He couldn't get close to him anymore. One day Yang Pingan woke up in the middle of the night and saw the wine bottle ghost sitting cross-legged beside him staring at him.

At that moment, Yang Ping'an was going to be scared to death. The wine bottle ghost was so wicked that he coveted him all night. Yang Ping'an kicked him out of bed when he came back.

Because of the yellow talisman, Yang Ping'an's body can cause damage to the wine bottle ghost, but the wine bottle ghost didn't dodge, his chest was kicked loose and then gathered, and then his eyes were red and he rushed forward. Yang Pingan raised the yellow talisman and patted him. The opponent collapsed with one blow, and turned into a black mist and drilled back into the wine bottle.

Yang Ping'an won the game.

There is nothing to take with me on the way back. I have mailed everything that can be mailed, and the only things I need to take with me are valuables and this wine bottle.

In two days, Yang Ping'an returned to his hometown where he had been away for eight years. When he opened the door with a creak, the dust shook off, and everything in this shop was still the same as before.

I counted it back and forth, and confirmed that nothing was lost. When he left, these things could not be disposed of or taken away. In addition, he was mentally tired of these things, so he did not do any protection. As soon as the door that can be locked is locked, he leaves.

Which unlucky ghost likes to steal, just come and steal.

But thieves also have the instinct to seek good luck and avoid bad luck. There is nothing missing in the house, only dust.

The keys from eight years ago seemed old. Opening the rattling old door lock, the dust fell on the door. The ten antiques were placed in the glass cabinet one by one, still as they were in memory.

Is there a ghost in every antique?

Yang Ping touched his heart and remembered the dagger he sold. He didn't think too much about it at the time, but just weighed it. The dagger is easier to preserve than other things, so it won't be destroyed if it is handed over to others.

If there was such an evil spirit in the dagger that was sold back then, would this illness be retribution?

He approached the glass cabinet, blew away the dust, and looked at the hosta inside. He wanted to touch this hosta back then, but his memory was knocked out, and then he naturally never wanted to touch this thing again.

Opening the glass cabinet, with five fingers pointing down, he hesitated for a moment and grabbed the jade hairpin into his hand.

The white jade is moist and cool, hold it up to the eyes and look at it, this simple and round jade hairpin, the head of the hairpin is full of carvings, almost a full circle, without meticulous carving, only a few simple and smooth lines.

Under the clouds is the Big Dipper, seven small bumps connected by thin lines, and interrupted by the hairpin. The oxidized black silver is made of flowing clouds and water waves, like clouds and water, with turbulent and elegant strands winding up and down.

A picture suddenly appeared in Yang Ping'an's mind, two sections of hairpin lying quietly on the ground, one is the head and the other is the tail, with the silver inlaid place as the middle point.

Instinctively, Yang Ping'an's back shivered, remembering the day when he touched the dagger ten years ago, he also suddenly saw a scene he had never seen before, and his eyes were red.

These are all ominous pictures, and uneasy emotions began to climb up.

Fortunately, it was just a picture, and it was just a picture ten years ago. Putting the jade hairpin back in place, Yang Pingan went to the yard to pour water and twist the veil, and began to clean.

Zhao Youcai next door got up early today, and started weaving bamboo baskets after breakfast. Uncle Guo, the security guard, passed by his shop and raised his voice and asked, "Hey! How did this door open? Are you back safely?"

Zhao Youcai put down the bamboo basket and clapped his hands, got up and followed to see, it was indeed Yang Ping'an!

Ten years have passed, the other party hasn't changed much, only taller, thinner, and looks the same as before, a fair and beautiful person.

Ten years ago, he was such a boy in school, tall and handsome, boys and girls loved to play with him, Zhao Youcai, as his neighbor and bamboo horse, has always received a lot of envy and bribes.

Passing a love letter can get a vanilla-flavored round box of ice cream from a beautiful girl, but he only passed it once, and then he was spurned by Yang Pingan, so he didn't dare to make him roll his eyes again.

"Peace! Why didn't you say something when you came back!"

Yang Pingan turned around and saw Guo Shu and Zhao Youcai walking in. He felt in a daze. Guo Shu didn't change much, but Zhao Youcai looked relaxed, and his whole body exuded the message that he was about to enter the [-]th mark.

"I'm back now, and I want to clean up the store first."

In fact, he was unfamiliar with him. In the eight years since he left here, he had hardly contacted Zhao Youcai. In the eight years, he had no news or contact with him. Yang Pingan consciously put himself in a position where he would not be welcomed.

Zhao Youcai patted his thigh: "Hey, you're so polite! You said you're back, and we'll clean up for you too! You don't have to work all day in such a big store, right Uncle Guo?"

"Huh? Yes, let's help you clean up a little."

Yang Pingan didn't expect Zhao Youcai to still have such a simple and straightforward personality after so many years. The two of them rushed in enthusiastically, and the hospitality was hard to be rejected. The three of them joined hands to fetch water to wipe the cabinet and sweep the floor.

After working all day, the bedding should be washed and changed, and in the evening, I had a meal at Zhao Youcai's house with hot and sour fish made by his wife—this was specially prepared for him by Zhao Youcai, and it was his wife's specialty Zhao Youcai proudly put his arms around his shoulders and talked about the past, and at the same time proudly boasted that he had married a good wife.

Little life is lived with gusto.

The energy of the day was exhausted, and Yang Ping'an quickly closed the shop and went to sleep after eating and drinking. It will officially open tomorrow, so let's get a good night's sleep today.

But in a daze, he just couldn't fall asleep. Yang Pingan tossed and turned on the bed, thinking it was strange, he never suffered from insomnia, why was it so difficult to fall asleep today?

There seems to be something passing by outside the window, maybe someone's cat on the street?

Could it be the ghost of the wine bottle ghost?

Yang Pingan opened his eyes, and saw that the whole room was dark, and there was a strange feeling everywhere, and the wine bottle was not there.

Strange, why didn't this thing guard itself today?

Yang Pingan felt that this was very good, but it was just a little abnormal. Then he saw that the wine bottle had disappeared into the corner of the wall, so he got up to check. He just got up and was about to get out of bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yang Pingan was surprised: "Where's my leg?"

Turning his head and looking, his legs were still lying on the bed, and he looked down at his body, only half of it was left: "Rough!"

Yang Pingan immediately remembered the jade hairpin, dripping with cold sweat, and a burst of cold air rushed up behind him, and whispered softly: "Who broke me...?"

The neck froze completely, and the body could not move as if it had been frozen. Yang Ping'an turned his head slightly and met a pair of dark, empty eyes.

With his heart pounding upwards, Yang Pingan let out a loud cry, and with this cry he struggled outward.

He fell down under the bed with a thump, got up and suddenly found his legs were still there, turned his head to look at the bed, the wine bottle ghost was holding the jade hairpin with a vicious expression, the jade hairpin struggled up and down, but couldn't escape the wine bottle ghost's hand.

Yang Ping'an wiped his sweat and let out a long breath. It turned out to be a dream, and this wine bottle ghost seems to be useless.

Lifting up his clothes and looking at his waist, Yang Pingan wanted to make sure that his body was still connected properly. When he lifted it up, there was a red mark under his navel, which circled around his narrow waist like a wound. bloodstains.

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