Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Chu Mingxiu remembered that he saw a piece of news a few years ago saying that a man was electrocuted and the local crematorium stipulated that the body should be left for three days before being cremated.

Unexpectedly, more than ten hours later, the man actually came back to life in the ice coffin.

Chu Mingxiu hurriedly looked for the source of the sound. People buried in coffins could still be saved, but if they were buried in the soil, they would suffocate quickly.

Fortunately, it had rained heavily just now, and there was a patch of soil that was obviously different from the surrounding moist soil.

This should be it, Chu Mingxiu thought.

There were no tools around, so he had to pick up an iron rod and pry open the compacted soil on the upper layer, making it easier to dig below.

The sound of slapping was very violent at first, and from time to time it was mixed with the sound of nails scraping against the coffin boards, which made people's hair stand on end.

But gradually, the voice became quieter, and Chu Mingxiu became a little anxious.

"If you hold on a little longer, I can see the coffin and you will be able to come out soon!" he said loudly.

Although he didn't know the people buried inside, no one could bear to see a living life passing away in front of his eyes.

Finally, the entire coffin was revealed in front of his eyes. The material of the coffin was very good, and it was obvious that a person of high status was buried there.

Chu Mingxiu estimated based on the size of the coffin that there should be a man 1.89 meters tall inside.

He pushed the coffin lid hard, but it didn't budge. He checked it carefully again and found that there were several nails driven into the edge.

It seems that this man died an extraordinary death. How could any normal person deliberately drive nails into the coffin?

Could it be that his enemies deliberately wanted to bury him alive?

The soil can be dug with bare hands, but nails are not so easy to pry open. The radius of the iron rod is too large and cannot be used at all.

"Wait! You must hold on!"

Chu Mingxiu touched his pocket, but found nothing. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of something with his peripheral vision.

Why is there a dagger here?

There were also several gems scattered around. As an actor, Chu Mingxiu could tell at a glance that these gems were not ordinary.

It's so strange. He was obviously buried alive, but he was also buried with such expensive jewelry.

Chu Mingxiu pulled out the dagger. It was sharp and sharp. It looked like an antique from some era. It seemed overqualified for using it to pry nails.

But human life is at stake, how can Chu Mingxiu care so much?

Seven nails fell to the ground, and he pushed open the coffin lid, praying silently in his heart that the people inside must be alive, even if they have breath.

"How are you?" He was stunned. There was no living person in the coffin, only a white skeleton lying there.

Chu Mingxiu woke up suddenly, his heart palpitating.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning, and Chu Yao and Song Lanruo were not at home.

He rolled out of bed and remembered that he had no work today.

He is not actually afraid of ghosts and is rarely frightened when watching horror movies, but his dream last night made him shudder.

It was so real, like he had experienced it himself.

He picked up the water glass on the bedside and drank a few sips before calming down.

"If I go to that place now and have a look, will it..."

He laughed. How could he have such a ridiculous idea?

A dream is a dream, could it be possible that someone who died unjustly could be the one to entrust the dream to him?

But...what if?

Until he got into the taxi, Chu Mingxiu still felt like he was crazy.

The scene in the dream was still vivid in his mind. It only took him a few minutes to find the coffin. It really existed.

But there were no bones inside, the coffin lid on the side was cracked in half, and the dagger and gems he saw were missing.

There are quite a few scavengers here, so it makes sense that things would be picked up.

He recalled it again, and there was a very special sapphire among those gems. He always felt that he had seen it somewhere.

Chu Mingxiu entered the word "sapphire" into the search bar of the browser, and the first news that popped up was the "Blue Heart" that was sold at a high price of 22 billion last year.

The shape, size and variety were all right, but this "blue heart" was more beautiful than the sapphire he had seen in his dream.

But he was in a dream at that time, and it had just started raining, so maybe he saw it wrong.

He wrote down the auction company of "Heart of Blue" in his memo, and suddenly felt at a loss.

He himself couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, to verify whether the person in his dream really existed?

The front of Jiaxing Auction House is busy with traffic. Many upper class people, calligraphy and painting enthusiasts come to see Chaoyin's paintings that will be auctioned in May.

The meaning of her works is different from before. Among the people who come to buy paintings now, those who don't know how to appreciate them far outnumber those who know how to paint.

It can be said that Chao Yin's paintings have become a symbol of dignitaries.

Many painters left a lot of paintings but are not famous. Chaoyin is just the opposite. She only exhibits one painting a month.

Things are rare and valuable. If you have a painting of hers at home, you will not have to worry about anything in the future.

"Hello, I would like to ask, your company is responsible for the auction of the 'Blue Heart', right?" Chu Mingxiu asked warmly.

The receptionist responded: "Yes, do you need anything?"

"I think..." Chu Mingxiu paused, "Can I talk to your boss?"

Chu Mingxiu came unexpectedly today without making an appointment, so he was mentally prepared to be rejected.

But the receptionist politely asked him to wait a moment, and Mr. Lin would be here soon.

Mr. Lin warned and urged that he must identify his family members clearly. This was their boss's brother. How could she dare to neglect him?

"Sir, you can take a walk in our art exhibition hall first. When Mr. Lin arrives, we will come and notify you." the receptionist said.

There were many people in the exhibition hall. Chu Mingxiu was not worried about being recognized. Firstly, he was wearing a mask. Secondly, he could tell that the others had a much higher status than him. Would they know him as an actor?

However, he saw a familiar figure.

"Brother Mingyou? Why are you here?"

Chu Mingyou glanced at him and said angrily: "I study painting, why do you think I am here? Could it be that I came here to apply for a job as a sweeper?"

Chu Mingxiu smiled. The second brother was as usual, and he didn't care.

It is better to speak harshly than to speak sweetly.

"Which master's work is this? The brushwork is vigorous and unrestrained, vigorous yet delicate, and combines the techniques of various masters." Chu Mingxiu couldn't help but admire.

There are a lot of things that actors need to learn. He once acted in a costume drama and has some understanding of this.

However, that was a few years ago, and he rarely came into contact with ancient paintings.

"You don't even know Chaoyin?" Chu Mingyou was disgusted. "But, you still have some discernment. Look at this spell, this aura, this strength... If I am lucky enough to get to know her, Even if I have to come here every day to sweep the floor and look at the gate, I'm willing! It's just a good painting, and the handwriting is so cool..."

There were two poems inscribed in the upper right corner of the painting. Chu Mingxiu wanted to take a closer look, but suddenly found that the handwriting looked a bit familiar.