Boss, don't make trouble, catch the demon!

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, the air seems to still be able to smell the firecrackers set off on the night of New Year's Eve.

A black car parked quietly at the entrance of Tianyuan Hotel, and a man in a black coat got out of the car.

"Good evening, sir!" The waiter greeted with a smile on his face.

The man nodded, took out an invitation card with gold letters on a black background from his pocket, and waved it under the nose of the waiter.

The waiter paused, bowed cautiously to the man, and led him to the door on the right.

"What's your name, sir?" the waiter asked in a low voice.

"Ying Ze."

"Mr. Ying, are you here alone?"

Before Ying Ze could answer, a voice came from behind: "Here we come, there's me!"

A tall man trotted up to catch up, and waved at the slightly guarded waiter: "Hi, good evening!"

The waiter looked at Ying Ze, who glanced at the tall slender man before walking away.The waiter bowed to the man behind with a wink, motioning him to follow.

The three of them walked towards the special elevator at the corner of the hotel together.

When they came to the elevator, the group of people were blocked - two security guards stopped a man and were patiently explaining something to him.

After negotiating with the guide attendant, the security guard "invited" that person to one side and made way for him.

When Ying Ze passed the stopped man, he glanced at him.

He looks good, but unfortunately he has messy hair and blue stubble on his chin...

Looking at the unkempt appearance of the man in front of him, Ying Ze seemed to guess the reason why the security guard stopped him.

He took a quick look at the other person. This person stood there indifferently. He looked very fragile but only wore a white T-shirt in the winter? !

The other party seemed to have noticed Ying Ze's scrutinizing gaze, and when they looked over, their eyes met for an instant.

Ying Ze calmly withdrew his scrutiny, nodded at him, and stepped into the elevator.

The moment the elevator door closed, Ying Ze saw the lobby manager running towards him with a solemn face.

The man who was following Ying Ze didn't take this incident seriously, and asked, "Have you read the auction brochure tonight? There are many interesting things!"

Ying Ze: "I'm only interested in it."

"Don't you plan to look at that bronze vessel?" Just after he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, his expression paused, and he approached Yingze and asked in a low voice, "Could it be that this thing appeared in your dream?"

Hearing this, Ying Ze showed some other emotions on his face, but he recovered quickly, and glanced at the suddenly nervous person: "Assistant Ji, how did you find out the information about the target collection?"

My assistant, full name Jiqin, became the assistant to the boss of Shanhai Cultural Art Co., Ltd. a year ago.

Jiqin curled her lips: "It's just a very ordinary piece of jewelry. There is no such item in the preview, so it can be seen that it is used by the auctioneer as a top-up, and it doesn't have much collection value."

"Not necessarily." Ying Ze said as he walked out of the elevator.

"What do you mean?" Jiqin was stunned for a while, then quickly chased after her, "Did you dream about something again?"

Ying Ze didn't answer, just casually flipped through the brochures on the table.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Jiqin changed the subject in a timely manner: "I heard that there are some fierce items in this auction, and the organizer even invited celestial masters over."

Ying Ze paused: "Tianshi?"

"No way! Do you still remember the strange event that the Western Mountain turned into a desert last year? Ji Shan Tianshi is awesome and famous, right? He went there and it was useless. Guess what happened afterwards?"

Ying Ze gave him a "fart!" look.

Jiqin snorted uninterestedly, and gesticulated with dancing: "One night, a white light from the east suddenly shot straight towards the west mountain. After a few swipes, the mountain recovered! Then there was a man with all white beard and hair, who was full of fairy air. People came out of the white light, and when they saw someone spotting him, they disappeared with a wave of their sleeves! After that, the master seemed to have evaporated from the world, without a trace."

"Since it's so mysterious, how did the organizer find him and invite him here?"

Jiqin shook her head: "How would I know that?"

He stood up, looked at the stage, and then patted Yingze on the shoulder: "Hey, look, the place on the left that is covered by the curtain must be reserved for the master!"

Ying Zemu pushed Jiqin's hand away calmly, looked in the direction he pointed, and saw that there was indeed a seat on the left side of the exhibition stand, and a bamboo curtain hung down in front to block the view.

There was an intriguing smile in Ying Ze's eyes. He could easily solve the difficult cases that even Master Ji Shan couldn't solve. This demon catcher seemed worth looking forward to.

Soon, the auction will begin.

Because he had a goal, Ying Ze didn't care about the items in front of him, but was interested in the empty space behind the curtain.

Master Ji Shan came from a famous family, achieved success at a young age, and had a high reputation in the circle.If what Jiqin said is true, a person who is more capable than Ji Shan but so low-key is really curious!

Ying Ze propped his forehead and fell into deep thought. Speaking of which, it happened that he started to have those weird dreams after the accident in Xishan.Is there any connection between this?Does this "celestial master" know anything?

Ying Ze was contemplating, and Jiqin, who was slumped on the chair beside him like mud, suddenly jumped up, stretched his neck and stared at the display stand: "Here we come! The thing you want to photograph!"

The hostess sent a suede brocade box, and the camera showed the contents of the box on the big screen. It was a golden step shaker.

Jiqin stared at the screen with her eyes wide open, and after looking at it for a while, she said "huh": "Mr. Ying, look at the gemstone on it...why do I find it a bit strange?"

After he finished speaking, he didn't hear Ying Ze's answer for a long time, turned his head in doubt, and saw Ying Ze staring at the display stand in a daze with a frown.

"What are you looking at?"

"he came."

"Who?" Jiqin leaned over, blinked, and suddenly found a person sitting behind the curtain at some point, and exclaimed excitedly, "Master!"

Ying Ze silently looked at the looming figure behind the bamboo curtain. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the person behind the curtain was also looking at him.

"I didn't see him during the auction of the bronze wares. It seems that this golden step is not easy." Ying Ze smiled slightly, and greeted the people behind the bamboo curtain from the air.

Jiqin suddenly said: "Mr. Ying, take a quick look, there is something wrong with that gem!"

Ying Ze shifted his gaze to the big screen, and saw that the Bu Yao displayed was a very common style in ancient times, and the only special thing was the inlaid gemstones.

As Jiqin said, the gem exudes a soft light. At first glance, there is an illusion that the bead is transparent.

"Ye Mingzhu?" Ying Ze murmured, but he quickly overturned his guess, because that bead didn't look that simple.

"Late Qing Dynasty lotus golden step, starting price... 100 million."

Once the starting price was announced, Ying Ze confirmed his guess even more.

At this time, the scene has already exploded. Bu Yao in the late Qing Dynasty, even if the material is top-notch and well-preserved, it will cost tens of thousands of dollars at most.It is unheard of to open a mouth of 100 million.

Just when Ji Qin was amazed by the starting price, Ying Ze held up the sign in his hand: "110 million."

wow——

The audience was in an uproar, and Ying Ze, who was the first to raise his placard, immediately became the focus.

"120 million." Immediately afterwards, someone chased the price,

Ying Ze raised his sign again without raising his head.The opponent immediately followed suit.The signs in the hands of the two rose and fell, and the auction price climbed to 180 million yuan.

Jiqin gently pulled Yingze, signaling him to think about it.

"Twice 180 million!" The host raised the hammer in his hand.

Ying Ze subconsciously glanced at the figure behind the bamboo curtain, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and slowly raised the sign in his hand: "One hundred and nine..."

"Wait!" A fat man suddenly stood up and interrupted Ying Yingze, "This item was not exhibited in the preview, and the starting price is so high, we must let us know if it is worth it. "

The host smiled confidently when he saw this: "Everyone here must have seen that the inlaid on this swing is the night pearl. As for whether he is worth the price, everyone will know after a while."

With that said, the host signaled to turn off the lights on the stage.

"That bead is glowing!"

On the display stand, Jinbu Yao was shrouded in a soft white light.

Ying Ze squinted his eyes: "This is not an ordinary night pearl, its light is not right..."

"It's Soul Fire!" Jiqin put away her cynical smile and said solemnly.

"What do you mean?" Ying Ze asked.

"Someone's soul is attached to that bead."

"Are you sure?" Ying Ze was surprised.

"I can't read it wrong!"

In the faint fluorescence of the night pearl, the scene was quiet.The host was very satisfied with the shocking effect of Ye Mingzhu, and made people smile after turning on the light: "It's definitely worth the money!"

Ying Ze narrowed his eyes with great interest, "It's a good show." He said and glanced at the people behind the bamboo curtain, wondering what kind of performance this master would have.

The host looked around for a week and said, "Just now No. 65 bid 180 million, 180 million once."

"200 million!" After seeing the special features of Ye Mingzhu, the scene once again set off a peak asking price.

Ying Ze was quiet, it seemed that he was determined to wait for a good show.

The asking price was in full swing, and the price at this time had climbed to the point where it made people feel ashamed.

Just when everyone was curious about the price at which this fetish would be sold, another accident happened on the display stand—the dignified and elegant hostess suddenly rolled her eyes and fell to the ground with a "plop".

The moment Miss Manners fell down, everyone felt that the "Master" sitting behind the bamboo curtain had come to the stage.

Everyone was confused by this sudden situation. After a while, someone asked suspiciously: "What's wrong, are you sick?"

"Fight 120!"

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