City's Appreciation Eye

Chapter 8 Ghost City
"Actually, I just need your help with something!"

"what's up?"

Han Qingyun narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Ghost City!"

"Ghost city?"

Bai Hao's pupils shrank.

As a member of the Five Sects, he has naturally heard of the name of the ghost market. It is said that the ghost market is only opened on the fourteenth night of each month. In the ghost market, there are all kinds of treasures, and many of them are hidden. trade.

Of course, it’s not that easy to enter the ghost market. You need a guide to lead you.

Although Bai Hao has been fascinated for a long time, he has never been there.

"Why did you go to the ghost city?"

"Brother Bai, do you know the origin of this thing?"

Han Qingyun smiled and took out an inkstone.

"This is the one I sold you!"

Bai Hao looked suspiciously.

"Not bad!"

Han Qingyun explained: "This inkstone, named Huanggong inkstone, was owned by Huang Yanggong, a master of calligraphy and painting in the late Yuan Dynasty. It is accompanied by a sapphire pen and a piece of red sandalwood ink. These three objects are of limited value. But if you can collect a set, the value will increase by more than ten times!"

"ten times?"

A look of surprise flashed in Bai Hao's eyes.

At first, he felt that Han Qingyun was at a disadvantage for buying the inkstone for 80 yuan, but now it seems that he is still too young.

If this set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone is successfully collected, it will definitely be worth more than 2000 million. No wonder Han Qingyun is so cautious.

"A few days ago, I found the seller of the sapphire pen and red sandalwood ink, and the other party proposed a ghost market transaction!"

Han Qingyun said in a deep voice: "Bai Shao should also know how cunning the ghost market is. I came here today to ask Mr. He to help me. I didn't expect to be lucky enough to meet Brother Bai again!"

"How about it, brother Bai, would you like to go to the ghost market with me, no matter if you succeed or not, I will definitely thank you very much!"

"Brother Han, you are too polite. The name of the ghost market is like thunder, and I have long wanted to experience it!"

Bai Hao grinned.

Tomorrow, 2000 million will be credited to the account, and the crisis of Sihuizhai has been resolved. Naturally, he has a little more leisure and elegance, and he has long been very interested in the ghost market.

Soon, night falls.

Bai Hao followed Han Qingyun through the winding path and came to an old house.

At the entrance of this ancient house, there are two white lanterns hanging, and the red silk is blowing in the wind, giving people a gloomy feeling.

From time to time, men in black with hoods and bags walked into the old house.

"Is this where the ghost city is?"

Bai Hao was in high spirits.

Just as he was about to step forward, Han Qingyun raised his hand and handed over a mask.

"This is……"

"Three sects and nine sects are rampant in the ghost market, and many people risk their lives for treasures, so it is very dangerous to expose their identities in the ghost market!"

After Han Qingyun finished speaking, he also put on a gloomy white mask.

Bai Hao nodded and put away his thoughts about traveling. It seemed that this ghost market was much more dangerous than he thought.

"Brother Bai, you don't have to worry too much. Fighting is prohibited in the ghost market. As long as we are careful, there will be no problem. Let's go!"

After speaking, the two walked into the old house.

The moment the door opened, the scene in front of him suddenly opened up.

This ancient house has a large area, and there are stalls selling goods on both sides of the road, and it is very lively with people coming and going.

It's just that whether it's a seller or a passer-by, they are all wrapped up tightly, and the depth cannot be seen.

"Linglong Porcelain, Deep Sea Shark Beads, Agarwood and Xiuyu Jade Box..."

As far as he could see, Bai Hao's eyes could not help but shine.

As far as the eye can see, the halos are colorful, adding a bit of dreaminess and magnificence to the night.

The number of rare treasures in this ghost market dazzled Bai Hao.

Along the way alone, he saw at least a dozen treasures worth more than one million.

"As expected of a ghost market, it is completely different from the antique street!"

Bai Hao couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Hehe, what is this? It is said that the long-lost Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead will also be auctioned in the ghost market tonight!"

Han Qingyun said in a deep voice.

"What? The Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead that ranks sixth in the Tianbao Record?"

Bai Hao couldn't hide his surprise. One must know that the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead is a real priceless treasure, and his three-color gold-plated vase is simply incomparable with this kind of treasure.

"real or fake?"

"I don't know, but the news has already spread widely. There are not a few people who want the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead. Tonight is destined to be an extraordinary night!"

Han Qingyun waved his hand: "Let's go, this kind of thing has nothing to do with us!"

"That's right, that kind of baby is just a feast for the eyes!"

Bai Hao smacked his lips and followed Han Qingyun forward.

"oops……"

At this moment, a tall man wearing a Rakshasa mask approached, and Bai Hao staggered inadvertently.

"Excuse me!"

Han Qingyun quickly apologized.

The man glanced at Bai Hao, and walked over without saying a word.

"Hey, this person..."

Bai Hao rubbed his chest, frowning and staring at the man's back.

For some reason, he always felt that this figure resembled his father's.

"Are you OK?"

Han Qingyun asked with concern.

"It's okay, I must have read it wrong!"

Bai Hao shook his head and continued to follow Han Qingyun.

A few minutes later, the two came to a private room.

In the room, the seller has been waiting for a long time.

One of these two people wore a fox mask and the other wore a peach blossom mask. They were both dressed in black robes, and their gender could not be discerned.

"Did you bring something?"

Han Qingyun's voice was hoarse.

The peach-masked man waved his hand, and the fox-masked man took out a brocade box and opened it.

Inside lay an emerald green brush and an ink stick quietly.

Han Qingyun's eyes lit up. Just as he was about to reach out, the fox-masked man snapped the box shut.

"money!"

"Ok?"

Hearing the voice of the fox-faced man, Bai Hao narrowed his eyes.

This is a woman. Of course, this is not the point. The point is that Bai Hao always feels that this voice seems familiar to him, but he can't think of it for a while.

Han Qingyun raised his hand and took out a gold bar from his pocket.

This is a large yellow croaker, and the market price of one piece is more than 100 million.

Han Qingyun took out ten sticks, or 1000 million.

"Hey, old Han local tyrant, bring so much money with you!"

Bai Hao smacked his lips, feeling a little more curious about Han Qingyun's identity.

Looking at the big golden yellow croaker, the eyes of the fox-masked man gleamed, and he stretched out his hand to take it, but Bai Hao held it down.

"Huh? What are you doing?"

"Hehe, beauty, we haven't inspected the goods yet!"

Bai Hao smiled faintly.

"Humph!"

The fox-faced man shook off Bai Hao's arm, and pushed the brocade box over.

After getting the brocade box, Han Qingyun couldn't wait to open the box and study it.

"Ding..." He raised his hand and tapped lightly on the pen holder, and there was a pleasant crisp sound.

Han Qingyun put down the sapphire pen, sniffed it in front of the red sandalwood ink, and his pupils were shining brightly.

"Good stuff, with a dark fragrance, deep and rich, it is indeed old Mo that is more than a hundred years old!"

"This sapphire brush is made of snowy wolf's tail, and the pole is made of azure jasper. Regardless of the workmanship and padding, it is the style of the late Yuan Dynasty. It can't be wrong, it's not wrong!"

"Hmph, our stuff is naturally real, so it can be traded now!"

The fox-masked man snorted softly.

"Of course, of course!"

Han Qingyun nodded happily.

The fox-faced man sneered, and raised his hand to fetch the big yellow croaker.

"Wait!"

At this moment, Bai Hao pressed her hand again.

(End of this chapter)