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"This guest bid [-] million, is there a higher price?"

The host cheered up a little and asked the people in the venue loudly.

It seems that Liu Fusheng's raised price has aroused more people's interest, and the guests sitting in the box also began to bid: "1000 million to [-] million."

In the venue, another guest who had never raised a card also joined in the bidding: "5000 million."

"unusual."

Niu Changshou whispered to Xia Ren: "Generally, unless the competing product has already demonstrated the value recognized by everyone, it will not raise the price like this. The one that directly offered [-] million just now, normal people will think it is a malicious bid, and no one would be willing to spend it." Pay a lot of money for a painting that doesn’t work.”

What is the identity of the person who will increase the price later?What the hell are they thinking?what purpose?

Niu Changshou felt more and more uneasy.

Xia Ren said in a low voice: "The person who just bid [-] million, I once knew him, he is an apostle."

"No wonder..."

Niu Changshou frowned.

Perhaps other guests recognized his identity as an apostle, so they became interested in that painting.

But that didn't clear up his doubts.

Xia Ren sat in his seat, listening to the successive quotations in the venue, thinking about the next action.

Some of these people are not short of money at all. Since Qin Yun took over Changsheng Pharmaceutical, he has a general understanding of the wealth of the top rich people in Blue Star. There are people who are worth trillions, and even those whose assets cannot be estimated accurately. Billions are nothing to them.

Xia Ren still didn't know what kind of background Liu Fusheng had at this time, and how much money he could afford, but it was not an option to continue to increase the price. Qin Yun had just become a rich woman, so her money couldn't be wasted here.

After thinking about it, he asked Niu Changshou a question, and after getting an affirmative answer, he whispered something into Qin Yun's ear again.

Qin Yun glanced at him suspiciously, then turned sideways and took out something from Lu Yi's bag, and handed it over.

The price at this time has already increased to [-] million Union coins, and the speed has not slowed down.

"Five hundred million!"

Xia Ren held up the sign in his hand, and his wide sleeves slipped off, revealing the diamond-shaped metal piece tied around his wrist.

This is what he and Jiufeng dropped from each other after they killed the bartender together (unmistakably).

The metal piece is the proof of membership of the Silver Twilight Secret Order, which is a deeply hidden ancient organization whose members are mainly composed of apostles and whose strength is unfathomable.

Xia Ren stood up and scanned the venue. Under the cover of the black robe, no one could see his face clearly.

He spoke at an unhurried pace, and the rootless water gathered in his throat, changing his voice.

Repeated: "Five billion.

Anyone want to follow? "

The meaning of threat is full.

There was no sound in the venue.

The host glanced at him, the wrinkles on his face trembled, but he seemed to be worried about something, and he didn't stop this behavior in the end.

"[-] million, once, [-] million, twice..."

The host raised a small hammer and knocked heavily: "[-] million, three times! Congratulations to this guest for becoming the new owner of the oil painting!"

Xia Ren sat down slowly, with his sleeves covering his wrists.

He felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere around him. A few eyes had been firmly locked on him since just now, and they never left.

"Didn't you say it's okay?"

He asked Niu Changshou in a low voice.

But found that the other party's face was so gloomy that water dripped out:

"There are many apostles around."

Chapter 522 Battle for the shining trioctahedron!

Xia Ren looked around, and most of them sat quietly in their seats without seeing anything unusual.

Some people who had just arrived and had no seats simply stood in the aisle between the seats, silent, as if they were waiting for something.

There is no way to see who the apostles are.

But Niu Changshou won't be aimless, so among these people, there must be some guys with ulterior motives mixed in.

"The painting is already in hand, why don't we leave early..."

Before Niu Changshou had finished speaking, the boy had already carefully carried out the next item on the booth in front of him.

It was a strangely shaped asymmetrical box with ancient and obscure patterns engraved on the box, which seemed to be a stick figure of some kind of cult sacrifice.

In the center of the box, there is a strange crystal full of dust. It is a polyhedron with red stripes on the surface and a large number of irregular planes.The crystal is not in any contact with the box, it should be held up by something, it looks like it is suspended in the box.

Staring at the crystal, Xia Ren suddenly felt familiar.

That was the desperation and fear he experienced when the outer god Nyarlathotep showed him the tip of the iceberg of the entire universe in Dallas.

Niu Changshou widened his eyes and clenched his fists, as if extremely shocked.

He suddenly understood why so many people participated in the auction today, and there were even a lot of apostles among them.

Lily opened her eyes suddenly, clutching Qin Yun's sleeves tightly with her hands, her big eyes looked at the booth below in disbelief.

The host coughed twice, and introduced word by word:

"What is going to be auctioned next is the legendary artifact: the sparkling trigonoctahedron..."

The atmosphere in the venue changed quietly when this auction item was exhibited.

It was as if substantial evil thoughts and malice were emanating, flowing in the air, crawling over everyone's body like a cold poisonous snake.

An air of nervousness and madness pervaded, under the black robes, countless people were ready to act.

"Xia Ren!"

Niu Changshou stood up suddenly: "Run!"

However, it was too late.