My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

The two of them left here.

When Yang Feng returned home, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

The house is extremely quiet.

Yang Feng locked the door.

Then, he couldn't wait to unfold this painting of Tang Bohu.

Tang Bohu's paintings are very famous among outsiders.

But in the antique circle, the actual value is not as high as the outside world thinks.

At present, there are relevant records, and the value is only hundreds of millions.

However, there are still some closed auctions, and there may be rumors or unknown prices.

In fact, Yang Feng only asked for the value of this painting to be higher than that of the blue and white porcelain, and he was very satisfied.

As the painting unfolded, it was more than two meters long. In addition to the landscape painting, a poem was written next to it.

Yang Feng took a deep breath and began to focus his spiritual power on his eyes just like yesterday.

He began to repair the painting in front of him.

The lines of pen and ink flutter on the painting.

It's like it jumped out of the painting.

But what makes Yang Feng feel strange is that this time his spiritual power consumption is greater than before.

After only an hour, the spiritual energy in the body seemed to be drained.

At this time, the painting had only just recovered to a corner.

Yang Feng gritted his teeth and continued to gather his spiritual power and use the pupil technique.

But it was also at this moment that he felt as if a stick had broken his bone marrow.

His back suddenly stiffened, and then severe pain hit him all over his body.

Yang Feng felt something was wrong and hurriedly wanted to stop the pupil technique at this time.

But it was too late.

All the spiritual power in his body seemed to be out of control at this time, and flew out directly.

Yang Feng rolled on the ground in pain.

Until the last severe pain completely overwhelmed his consciousness.

"thump!"

His body fell heavily to the ground.

The house was quiet again.

There was only Yang Feng lying motionless on the ground.

One night passed.

Even until noon the next day.

Yang Feng still hasn't woken up yet.

At this time, he seemed to be unable to feel the passage of time.

It was just a dream in my consciousness.

in a dream.

In a truly dark space, Yang Feng could not see his fingers.

"Where is this!?"

Yang Feng tried to shout in the darkness.

But even if he screamed with all his strength, he couldn't even hear himself.

It was still deathly quiet and dark.

"I...died young?"

Yang Feng looked at the darkness in confusion.

Then he looked up to the sky and screamed: "Damn it! I finally turned over, why did I end up like this!!!"

He shouted excitedly, but he still couldn't hear himself.

But at this moment, a slow white light suddenly lit up in front of him.

Yang Feng subconsciously covered his eyes.

When he slowly opened it again, he found that the white light in front of him turned out to be the old fisherman from that day!

"Yes... it's you!"

When Yang Feng saw him, he immediately seemed to see a savior.

The old man looked at him and said angrily: "You are so capable of causing trouble. How long has it been since? You have reached your limit."

"senior……"

Yang Feng looked at him blankly

The old man was a little strange and asked: "Did you fight with some powerful person and become exhausted?"

"No... no."

"That is to observe the avenue and use all your power."

"nor."

Yang Feng scratched his head.

The old man was a little strange and said, "Could it be that you have used up all your spiritual power by treating illnesses and saving people?"

"..."

Yang Feng fell into silence.

The old man felt something was wrong and asked, "What's going on?"

"Actually, I learned a new pupil technique and used it on an antique."

Yang Feng talked about his operations.

When the old man heard this, he immediately yelled: "Damn it! You stupid boy, I gave you my eyes to help others, you just know how to make money!"

"Well, money is very important in this world..."

"Then you should do your best to make money, and why don't you learn some crooked eye skills!"

The old man was not angry and said: "How dare you learn such an evil pupil technique?"

"Ah? I've actually used this pupil technique once before, and it was okay. I guess it's because I'm not strong enough this time..."

Yang Feng muttered.

It can be heard that he is actually very satisfied with this pupil technique.

The old man hated that iron could not become steel, and said: "Do you really think that those values ​​are conjured out of thin air?"

"This...you mean..."

Yang Feng was puzzled.

"From what you said, this kind of 'rejuvenation' does not use spiritual power at all, but the luck of you silly boy. Do you understand?"

The old man stared at him and said: "The lucky person is hidden in the abyss of human beings. Your pupil technique is to use luck to increase the value of those things. Fortunately, you fainted quickly enough, otherwise sooner or later you will have luck." Exhausted, he was struck to death by lightning when he went out.”

"Is...is it so evil?!"

Yang Feng was a little scared. He had already used it on Qinghua Porcelain once before.

The old man snorted coldly and said: "You are not involved deeply yet, but the short-term luck has disappeared and it will take some time to replenish it. I think you better be more honest during this period."

"how long?"

"It can take as little as ten days, or as long as one month. Although you are lucky, if you are still in such trouble, you can wait for death."

The old man said, "That's all, go back quickly. Looking at you, I'm so damn angry."

The old man's mouth was smeared with honey.

The scolded Yang Feng didn't dare to raise his head.

Soon, his figure disappeared into this dark space.

Yang Feng felt his body falling rapidly.

When he opens his eyes again.

It was almost dusk outside.

He slowly got up from the ground.

in the hall.

It was eerily quiet all around.

Yang Feng felt that his hearing had not yet recovered.

But in his mind, he kept recalling the old man who just appeared.

Although he didn't know who he was, Yang Feng already regarded him as his master.

"Luck..."

Yang Feng said to himself.

His muttering voice.

At this time, he felt that his ears were gradually recovering.

At this time, the door was knocked again.

It was Gao Ronghai and Liu Qinglan calling the door.

At this time, Yang Feng used his last bit of strength to open the door for the two of them.

He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Gao Ronghai stepped forward and quickly supported his arm.

The two entered the door.

Gao Ronghai looked at Yang Feng's pale face and weak body, and said confusedly: "Brother, what are you doing at home? If you don't answer the phone for one day, I thought something happened to you."

"No, I'm staying at home all day."

"You've been staying home?"

Gao Ronghai looked at him suspiciously, then reacted suddenly and said: "Damn it? Although I heard that Miss Zhao did move here, you are too fierce!"