Tomb robber: My eyes can see into the underworld!

"Good sister, can you get off me, I can't breathe!".

Li Mo lay motionless on the bed, in his perspective, a bride in a red wedding dress with a red hijab was floating above him face to face at the moment, the hijab covered half of her face, but the delicate white chin indicated that she was a beautiful embryo.

It's just that the wisps of "yang energy" are inhaled into the nasal cavity, indicating that this fang is not good at stubble.

Li Mo, who was about to be suffocated by the ghost, his flushed face gradually turned pale.

And the corner of the ghost bride's red and glamorous mouth turned up a slight arc, and then lay straight beside Li Mo, although her face was expressionless, Li Mo could feel her satisfaction and comfort.

Li Mo gasped for a while, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, and sighing silently.

He was originally an expert in antiquities and was an avid fan of martial arts and firearms.

The only weakness is the fear of ghosts.

Once when he was coerced and lured by his girlfriend to explore a haunted house, he was frightened by the sudden appearance of the ghost bride and went into cardiac arrest.

After waking up, his girlfriend is gone, but the ghost bride has become his only acquaintance in a strange world.

He panicked.

He was scared to pee more times than he could count.

Li Mo thought it was his own delusion.

But a week has passed, and she is still there, and she is inseparable!

And this week, Li Mo did not find nothing, at least verified: ghosts are not afraid of the sun.

From being scared like a quail at the beginning, to handing in his daily routine homework [Yang Qi], Li Mo gradually calmed down.

One person and one ghost formed a tacit understanding.

Aside from the fact that he breathed yang qi, the ghost bride had no ill will towards him at the moment.

What surprised Li Mo was that she actually knew how to "sustainable development" and did not vacuum him all at once.

"Bang bang bang, must check out before 12 o'clock, otherwise... Oops..."

In the originally quiet room, with the sound of knocking on the door, a gust of wind blew inexplicably.

Before the innkeeper finished speaking, Li Mo heard the sound of falling.

Opening the door, the innkeeper covered his bleeding forehead and ran away, the ghost bride stood in the corridor, and the red wedding dress was windless.

Li Mo shrunk his neck, went into the bathroom to rinse, changed into the only set of clothes, opened the door, the corridor was faintly a few degrees lower, and the sporadic tenants couldn't help but tremble, and looked at Li Mo's eyes full of vigilance.

Leaving the hotel, Li Mo glanced at the ghost bride behind him, but he didn't know where to go.

In a week, he learned that at the moment, he was in the imperial capital, not far from Panjiayuan, and Hong Kong Island had just returned, and the streets were full of Hong Kong businessmen.

Li Mo got an ID card on Hong Kong Island, which can be regarded as solving the problem of black households.

But with his identity, he faces a serious problem: poverty!

Li Mo frowned and walked aimlessly, vaguely heard a noisy sound, and looked at it, it turned out that he had already come to Panjiayuan.

The source of the noise gathered a lot of people to watch the excitement, and a fashionably dressed young girl stood out in the crowd.

A high ponytail, a short jacket, and slim-fitting black breeches accentuate the curvaceous figure.

Li Mo looked up and down, his eyes suddenly condensed, "Shirley Yang?".

When the young girl heard someone shouting her name, she looked at Li Mo in surprise, and then shook her head, probably because she didn't know the young man in front of her.

I don't think anyone will know her when she just arrived in the imperial capital.

Shirley Yang was being pulled by an aunt at this time, obviously the stall owner, and she was not allowed to leave.

The crowd said a word, and Li Mo probably understood the causes and consequences of the dispute.

Shirley Yang took a fancy to a purple clay pot on the carpet, and when the stall owner handed it to her, she "accidentally" fell to the ground and was forced to take 30,000 yuan.

This belongs to the basic routine of Panjiayuan.

It's no wonder that Shirley Yang is dressed up, and at first glance she is a big dog, who does she pit her?

The

work of identifying cultural relics in his previous life drove Li Mo to squat down curiously and pick up the fragments of the purple clay pot.

This quality belongs to the boutique in the stall, although it is not a fake, but a closer look can still see the traces of modern craftsmanship.

What Li Mo didn't know was that the deep whirlpool in his eyes at this time was as deep as a dark whirlpool, and the pictures flashed like slides.

The production process of the purple clay pot came to his mind, with a clear division of labor and a clean and tidy assembly line

"Boss, this purple clay pot was made in Xiaogang Village, Gui Province at the beginning of this year. "

The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent!

In addition to tourists, almost all of the people who eat melons are nearby street vendors.

Although they were joining in the fun, none of them wanted to involve themselves in the matter.

This kind of farce happens twice in three days, but it just happens to different people.

In addition to being curious about how much money this unlucky guy will accompany today, the routines and words of their peers are applied and kept improving, which is of great benefit to their careers.

The words are not shocking, and the death is endless!

There were quite a few connoisseurs present.

No one thought that the young man who seemed to be stunned would break the time, place and even year of the purple clay pot production in one sentence.

Even an expert with a deep knowledge of antiques would not be able to do this.

Not to mention the direct source of goods, if the relevant departments are known, with the current efforts to crack down on the counterfeiting of cultural relics, it will be a problem.

Everyone also began to speculate about the identity of the young man in front of them.

A few weak-hearted vendors also silently evacuated this place of right and wrong.

The stall owner's aunt let go of the hand that was holding Shirley Yang's arm, knowing that she had encountered hard stubble, and her originally unkind eyes turned into jealousy.

Shirley Yang's good-looking eyebrows were raised, and at this time she looked at Li Mo carefully, not to mention her appearance, her spirit alone made people's eyes shine.

But those deep eyes made people dare not look directly, as if they were standing naked in front of him.

The strange thing is that the originally crowded crowd unconsciously formed a vacuum around Li Mo within a radius of one meter.

It's like there's something terrible around him.

"Boss, listen to my advice, 30,000 is too much. "

"Although it is the fault of this girl, three thousand can't be more. "

"I..." Shirley Yang didn't think it was her fault, but Li Mo gave her a look, she "snorted", and then closed her mouth.

As the matter ended, the moment Li Mo turned to leave, his eyes flickered, "Boss?".

The stall owner's newly relaxed heart rose to his throat again.

Li Mo pointed to a dark thing in the corner of the stall: "Do you sell cricket cans?"