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Qi Bao'er gave an appreciative look but still said nothing.

Boss Li: "The person who bought this painting must also know this, so if he wants to do something with the painting, the painting cannot be too far away from him."

An idea flashed in Ji Shunyu's mind, and he wanted to understand why he always felt that something was wrong just now. "With the painting of more than one million taels taken in the presence of so many people, anyone would think that he loves this painting very much. From now on, There is no difference even if you carry it with you."

How much do you have to love a painting bought for more than 100 million taels of silver?

Besides, this is still a painting of plum blossoms painted by a saint.

Even if I sleep with him in my arms every night, it’s just as it should be!

Even if one day someone reveals that this painting is fake, it is understandable that even if Han Lin Painting Sage's painting is fake, and it cost a million taels, he still carries it with him.

Qi Baoer shook his head, "Unless a mysterious master takes action, it will not be discovered to be a fake painting."

Ok?
Both of them were doubtful, especially Boss Li. He had just heard that the painting was really in the hands of the emperor.

"First of all, not many people know that the painting is actually in the hands of the emperor. There are many treasures in the emperor's private treasury. This plum blossom picture is really not that strange. It is not specifically marked in the booklet that records calligraphy and painting. For this painting, even if you ask Eunuch Fu, who is in charge of the emperor's private treasury, he will have to look through the book for a long time to confirm that it really exists."

Boss Li, who considers himself quite wealthy: "..."

Tears of envy almost flowed from his mouth.

The really poor Ji Shunyu: "..."

He, now, hates the rich!
"Besides, since the death of the Painting Sage, there is not only one person who has been trying to prevent the painting. There are many literati and poets who have been trying to prevent the painting under various names. Over the past few hundred years, there have been only a few imitations of the plum blossom painting. It’s ten copies.”

"Even if the news that the million-tael plum blossom painting was auctioned in Surabaya City reaches the capital, no one will know that the real painting is with the emperor. Secondly, even those who know where the real painting is will not go to the capital for such a trivial matter. Disturbing the Emperor."

Those who know that the real painting is on the Emperor's side are all trusted people around the Emperor. Those who can enter the Emperor's private treasury, how can their status be ordinary? !

As for this type of people, such rumors may not reach their ears. After all, their status is too high. Who dares to gossip about trivial matters in front of them?

Ji Shunyu thought about it. It was estimated that this matter would not reach the capital. After all, Sishui City was too far away from the capital.

At this time, Qi Baoer threw another shock: "In your eyes, that is a plum blossom painting, but in my eyes, there is nothing on that painting, just a piece of white paper."

Ji Shunyu and Boss Li both looked at each other with expressions that said, "I'm shocked."

"A small magic circle was set up in the painting. It's just a trick of the psychedelic people."

Evil cultivators are not omnipotent, so how can they all be geniuses and be able to imitate holy paintings? !

It took Boss Li a long time to hold his chin back up, which was about to drop. He was a little confused and said: "If I have this ability, why should I open a Qing0lou?"

This time, there were six black spots dripping next to Qi Baoer's head.

Ji Shunyu was Ji Shunyu. He quickly recovered from the shock and looked at Qi Bao'er with a solemn expression: "Sir, this painting cannot be left in the world anymore."

Qi Baoer did not answer his question, but asked instead: "Do you think the person who can make this painting only has this painting in his hand?"

I understand the logic of this, but I haven't found the dentist behind it yet.If it were someone else in front of him, Ji Shunyu would definitely be moved and talk to the person with emotion and reason. Things have priorities, right? We can't just focus on the big head and ignore the small head, right?
But the person in front of me is Prince Xian! ! !
While Ji Shunyu was thinking about what to say, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped sharply, almost like it dropped from June to December. It was so cold that both Ji Shunyu and Boss Li shivered, and their eyelashes were covered with white frost. .

Qi Baoer picked up a peanut and threw it in one direction, "Be honest."

The two trembling men looked at the peanut with dull eyes, paused for a moment, and then heard the man's tragic cry of pain.

Almost instantly, the surrounding temperature began to warm up.

Qi Baoer took a picture of an unknown talisman for each of them, which allowed the two of them, who had been completely numb just now, to finally be able to control their bodies.

Qi Bao'er seemed to wave his hand casually, and nothing else changed before the two of them, but there was one more person in the room, a middle-aged man who fell in the corner and covered his chest, with a pale face full of pain. .

This middle-aged man looked ordinary, but he gave Ji Shunyu a feeling of extreme danger, and he instinctively became vigilant.

"You're going too far. I didn't harm anyone and you hit me." The middle-aged man screamed aggrieved. If he had a handkerchief, he would definitely cry to Qi Bao'er right now.

With a blow that clung to the power of Hades, her soul was almost shattered.

Qi Bao'er almost laughed out of anger at it, and pointed at the two people who were still trembling over there, "You haven't harmed anyone yet?"

The middle-aged man felt even more unjust. He was a ghost king, and he was a free ghost king. Before this demon appeared, even the underworld messengers in Surabaya City had to give a bit of thin face to the dignified ghost king. He always shouted, uh, no, isn't it? Being restrained, I temporarily forgot to care about living in the human world. It was not intentional.

"I was wrong." Dare next time.

The attitude of admitting mistakes is extremely perfunctory.

Qi Baoer didn't continue to argue with it this time, because it was unclear, and Ah Piao's thinking and people were never on the same channel.

She felt that there might be something wrong with the overall feng shui of Surabaya City. There were not many good people, and there were not many evil creatures that were truly evil.

Let’s just say that the second of the only two ghost kings in Surabaya City in front of us was a great benefactor during his lifetime. On his own, he earned almost as much merit as Grandma Wei, and even became a Piao Cheng. Jieyamen are responsible for dealing with injustices.

So the underworld was very polite to it. After all, it helped the underworld reduce a lot of its workload.

The only drawback is that it sounds too informal at best, and unruly at worst.

"Speak the key."

"...Okay." It was indeed the big devil.

But the Ghost King only dared to murmur in his heart, he didn't want to experience the feeling of punching to the soul with those small, tender little fists.

"That Li Gui was so weak that I pulled him out and swallowed him. After I swallowed the Li Gui, the formation I set up using the Li Gui's bone powder was useless, and the original painting appeared."

"The person who bought the painting is a noble person in the capital. The person who bought the painting didn't come today. It was the housekeeper from that person's house who came to pick up the painting. The housekeeper was afraid of taking responsibility, so he approached Rong Qi and asked for a replacement. Anyway, it was exactly the same painting. Rong Qi has several pairs in his hand."

"Rong Qi was followed by a mysterious master. The mysterious master felt that there was a ghost around the housekeeper, so he told Rong Qi about this discovery. Rong Qi found that the housekeeper led the ghost and swallowed up the ghost in the painting."

The Ghost King smiled with a very vulgar expression, and he looked like he was not a serious Ah Piao. (End of chapter)