Chapter 154: The Qing Dynasty Inkstone

"Let's go buy some things that must be used today, because he wouldn't be the one who came alone when the Criminal Officer came. You guys also have to help get rid of those little ghosts. In order not to let them use the plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, everyone must go this time." Yin Hui ordered everyone behind him, and later arrived at a market.

Most of this place is for buying vegetables, but there are also vendors who sell other things. Anyway, they are quite messy, and they are all people who set up street stalls.

First there are two pheasants, then there are four black donkey hooves, as well as garlic, two black dogs and other things that can ward off evil spirits.

Finally, I came to a small street stall selling fake antiques.

He has seen many small street stalls selling fake antiques, almost everywhere in Beijing, including ginseng, deer, antler, Ganoderma lucidum, antique pottery and porcelain figurines, etc.

Seeing Yin Hui approaching, he probably felt that the business was coming, so the small vendor shouted a few times.

Yin Hui stopped, looked at him as if he was not interested, then walked over lazyly and picked up a ceramic and asked, "How much does this thing cost?"

"This... is three thousand yuan, no bargaining. You are also an insider, so I can give you a little." The little vendor looked very smart.

Yin Hui only took a look and threw it away: "Thirty yuan, will it be sold?"

The small vendor was stunned for a moment, and Tang Yan and Shen Feifei burst out laughing: "Thirty yuan? It's directly reduced from 3,000 to 30? They have never heard of settle accounts like this before."

"Thirty? Brother, add a little more, how about fifty yuan?" The small vendor spoke with a very embarrassed expression: "You know, the risks are high now, and urban management is appearing more and more frequently."

"Fifty?" Several people were stunned, looking at the small vendor as if they were looking at a monster: "You are willing to sell something worth 3,000 yuan, and this small vendor is really a scam."

"If you don't sell it, you can get it." Yin Hui threw it away casually, then turned around and left.

"Okay, thirty is about thirty." The small vendor sighed: "Brother, I think we are so destined to be together. Please see if there are anything you like. If there are something you like, I can give you a little cheaper. I'm going to sell it and let it go."

Yin Hui nodded, and then searched again with his eyes.

When he saw an inkstone in the center of the Tai Chi Bagua pattern, he immediately became interested: "Brother, how do you sell this inkstone?"

"Fifty thousand." The small vendor said a number casually.

"How about fifty?" Yin Hui bargained again.

"Fifty thousand, no word can be missing." The little vendor suddenly became serious, and the cynicism that had just passed completely disappeared.

"If you don't sell it at fifty, you won't sell it." Yin Hui used his trump card again and got up and prepared to leave.

"Fifty thousand, no word is sold." The small vendor suddenly became full of confidence, and didn't even look at Yin Hui. It was probably obvious that this guy didn't know the goods anymore.

It is true that although Yin Hui is a disciple of Maoshan, he is not a big deal about the antique industry. He has only heard of fakes sold in such small stalls before, and today he regards himself as an expert.

"I really don't sell it?" After walking a few steps, Yin Hui turned around and asked at the small vendor who was without any regrets.

"Fifty thousand, no less than one word." This sentence seems to be his catchphrase. If you say it again, you will never let it go.

"Fifty-five, how about it?" Yin Hui raised the price again.

"fifty thousand."

"Slowly, I'll take a look." Tang Yan suddenly walked up, then picked up the inkstone, observed it carefully, and finally showed a look of surprise on her face: "Fifty thousand, okay, that's fifty thousand."

Yin Hui walked up and pulled Tang Yan's hand: "Tang Yan, what the hell is it? At least we should talk about the price."

"No need to bargain, it's great value for money." Tang Yan said confidently.

"No, you're joking with me." Yin Hui was stunned: "Although I'm not an expert, such a ragged thing will not be sold for 50,000 yuan."

Tang Yan said, "Yin Hun, pay."

In desperation, he took out the things in his pocket and counted: "One Hundred and Twenty-three, Conan Doyle, lend me some."

Conan Doyle was stunned for a moment, and then took out the ID from the Public Security Bureau: "Is this counting?"

The little vendor didn't know this, and shook his head: "No, they are all fakes. Do you think I took out the certificate of this senior official in this way and would people believe me?"

Yin Hui looked at it, and if he gave him a mafia proof, some people would believe it was true.

"Urban Management, all your things have been confiscated." Ouyang Xue took out the police certificate and then appeared.

"Ah!" The little vendor didn't know anything else, but the police proved that he knew it. He immediately collapsed to the ground and did not move.

The small vendors on both sides packed up their things and fled everywhere.

The antique dealer probably understood and hurriedly packed up his things and prepared to escape.

Even the inkstone held in Tang Yan's hand left in a hurry.

Looking at the figure of the small vendor leaving, Yin Hui walked to Tang Yan with some uncertainty, and then asked, "Tang Yan, why did you say that this inkstone is worth 50,000 yuan?"

"You don't know this kind of inkstone at all." Tang Yan began to explain in a singular way: "I also listened to my father. It is said that there were usually one or two ghost scholars in this kind of inkstone in the Qing Dynasty. Because the literary inquisition in the Qing Dynasty killed many scholars, and those scholars who were wronged and died were unable to reincarnate, and they could not stay in Caishikou where the beheadings were mostly evil spirits. They were no match for them at all, and they could not wander around. After all, Taoist priests were rampant at that time, but if they could not place them in some place, their souls would be broken. In desperation, they could only parasitize in the inkstone they used before their lifetime. The bamboo charcoal inside could absorb their ghost energy and not leak out, and the ghosts outside would not find their existence."

Yin Hui nodded, then held the inkstone in his hand and weighed it a few times. He really found that it was different from other inkstones. He also looked at Tang Yan with some admiration, but he didn't expect that she had such deep knowledge about this antique.

"If you can summon the scholar ghosts inside to help you, you will definitely have a little more chance of winning." Tang Yan told Yin Hui with concern.

He nodded, but suddenly felt a feeling of emotion in his heart. No girl would care so much about such trivial matters. In the past, every time he went out to travel with his classmates, he saw other classmates' girlfriends telling men and sending out all kinds of mascots. Yin Hui, who was waiting for them alone, felt uncomfortable. He thought too much that someone would be so careful and give him something that could express his blessings.

This is a regret in his heart, his weakness, and a forbidden area in his heart.

Today, Tang Yan broke into his forbidden area, how could he not be moved? But in front of so many people, he could not show that he was too affectionate and cried loudly. After all, he was the hope of everyone's victory.

"Well, this is very important to me." Yin Hui replied lightly, then put it in his chest pocket, facing the position of his heart. He seemed to feel the temperature coming from the inkstone.

After being fully prepared, under the leadership of the scalpel, a large group of people came to what they called the chasm of the wilderness.

This place is outside the Sixth Ring Road in Beijing, so many places are simply small bungalows in rural areas. How far they go, it is even more deserted. The trees that have long since lost all their leaves make a whimpering sound under the cold wind, which sounds scary.

This place is an abandoned highway, but it has become bumpy after being disrepaired. In addition, it has just rained lightly, which can be described as mud. Walking on it is called entanglement.

The gutters on both sides were full of garbage, and the water flowed down and flooded them, emitting bursts of stench.

Not long after I walked, I saw a poplar forest land, probably planted by private families, without any protection. Many of them were broken by strong winds and rains, and hung randomly on one side. There was a small bridge between the forest land and the expressway. It was called a small bridge, but two side-by-side telephone poles were connected horizontally, and they could barely walk through it.

Walking along the telephone pole, the forest was even more muddy, and a lot of plastic bags and various industrial garbage stinking throughout the poplar forest.

Several girls frowned, and they really regretted that they came with them.

In fact, Yin Hui didn't want them to follow him. Not only could he not help, but he would also add a lot of burden to him. But there was no way. For the safety of several girls, so as not to be trapped by them, he had to bring Tang Yan and Shen Feifei over together.

After finally leading the scalpel to the cemetery, several people took a deep breath.

There are not many tombs, probably only a dozen, and most of them are combined tombs. Looking at the handwriting and surnames carved on the tombstones, these people are from the same family.

Yin Hui didn't think much about it. He looked at the sky. It was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon. It was dark by five o'clock and ghosts began to appear at seven o'clock. At that time, it was the easiest way to catch Yu Tianlai's soul.

While acting, he was speculating on how Yu Tianlai lived in such a place?
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