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112. Chapter 19. Bloody Mischief

Zheng Yun followed the old man upstairs. There were many people queuing up in the hall, but no one spoke. It seemed that none of them knew the old man or who he was.

"You boy, some time ago, you actually turned the pawn shop into a hot pot restaurant, and all the files of the pawn shop were removed. How did you do it?"

The old man opened his mouth with a vigorous gait.

"The family members are sick and need money urgently."

Zheng Yun answered normally neither humble nor overbearing.

He also found it strange that when his adoptive father passed away, he didn't see these 'acquaintances' show up. After his adoptive father passed away, Jiang Meng also fell ill and was hospitalized. When he went out for a walk, he met a bunch of 'acquaintances' instead. '

Isn't this a joke.

Zheng Yun is also a human being, so it is impossible for him not to have any thoughts on these matters, and no one can hide from them.

"Who?"

The old man asked a question.

"My sister."

Zheng Yun gave an answer, but it was because he wanted to know about Jiang Meng's cause, and it had nothing to do with other things.

"Is it all right now?" the old man asked again.

"I don't know the cause." Zheng Yun sighed.

"That's really troublesome." The old man didn't say anything more, and led Zheng Yun into an office.

The office environment is very good.

There are many ancient objects.

"I have something for you to see, to see if you can see what it is." The old man took out a bag of photos from the table, and took Zheng Yun to sit on the reception sofa.

The photos spread out one by one.

They are all photos of an ancient building, each one is from a different angle, the resolution is extremely clear, every detail is clear, it is obviously shot by a professional archaeological team.

Zheng Yun glanced at it.

This seems to be the ancient building that Ji Dao mentioned last night, with gray bricks and tiles, gray wooden beams, tight and narrow bucket arches, and strange upturned angles of the eaves, giving people a sense of depression.

Because of the age.

The murals under the beams were blurred and fell off together with the wall skin, but some painted figures could be roughly seen, which seemed to record scenes similar to sacrifices, and the lines were a bit evil.

In addition, this ancient building is octagonal and eight-sided, but the windows on the eight sides are all sealed, and the sizes are different. Looking at it as a whole, it has a weird feeling of patchwork.

"What's your opinion?"

The old man looked at Zheng Yun and asked.

"It should be an ancient building in the early Ming Dynasty, after Chen Zuyi's lair and before the Ming Dynasty took over."

Zheng Yun answered casually, this is what Ji Dao said, and he copied it directly, because he also had a similar opinion.

"Do you know how long this time is?" The old man nodded and suddenly asked a question.

"For nearly 200 years, after this place was entrusted to the vassal king, the vassal king also did not take over the place. It was around [-] or so that the new vassal king officially took over."

Zheng Yun replied immediately.

This is Ji Dao's blind spot. He only reads ancient books, which say that this place was entrusted to the feudal lord, and he can finish it with a single sentence, and he will not waste pen and ink on trivial matters.

So Ji Dao is not sure.

"This period is also the early stage of the great voyage to the west. Foreigners have come to Xian'en. Do you know about this part?" The old man continued to ask questions, as if he was deliberately testing Zheng Yun.

"Know better." Zheng Yun didn't answer.

His adoptive father had told him all these things. Although they were not locals, they lived here after all, and they had a lot to talk about when they walked around the street.

"Then take a look at this and see if you have any comments." The old man took out a few more photos.

This part of the photos is a little bit weird. They are the few people who were wearing construction site clothes but died like mummies. Their bodies were skinny and their skin was cyanotic and bloodless.

This is even worse than what Ji Dao described.

Zheng Yun frowned and looked at it, just to satisfy his curiosity, and didn't take the initiative to answer the conversation, because he really didn't think so.

He has not been in contact with gods and ghosts for a long time, how could he tell the way at a glance, there are so many weird things in the world, this is too difficult, even if Ji Dao comes.

"Have you ever heard of Blood Mistress?" the old man asked again.

"Which chang?" Zheng Yun asked instinctively.

"Haha, you boy, your sloppy eyes are exactly the same as your father's. In the past, when you asked your father about archaeology, your father just pretended to be stupid, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity, so he followed him every time."

The old man suddenly changed his mouth and laughed.

"Are you friends with my father?" Zheng Yun asked politely.

"No, we are in a hostile relationship, but we can't do without him. He always said that the first few severe beatings hurt him too deeply, but I was surprised. Did we hit him? Could we hit him? Well, how did you get hurt?"

The old man picked up his teacup and looked at Zheng Yun. This sentence seemed to point to something, and he pointed out many things, but he didn't understand it.

Zheng Yun roughly understood.

The word "strike hard" has many meanings. Zheng Yun doesn't know much about that era, but if it is to crack down on feudal superstition and superstition, Zheng Yun will definitely support it and fully understand it.

Just agreed yesterday.

Change it immediately today.

Then this character is a bit broken.

But to be honest, he didn't want this kind of thing to hit him on the head. Although his adoptive father had passed away, Zheng Yun was still glad that he wasn't hit or couldn't get hit.

Of course, it may also be that I didn't want to hit it.

From what the old man said, it should be that there are all kinds of them, and if you can't hit them anyway, you don't want to hit them anymore.

"It's easy to talk about the certificate of the pawn shop, and it can be entered into the file today. It's also easy to talk about the specially approved museum. You can take the opportunity to take a picture of all the exhibits and register them in a booklet."

The old man changed the topic.

Zheng Yun is not an idiot. He can fully understand the implied meaning of the two sentences before and after. Special affairs are to win favors and favors, and favors must be repaid if they are borrowed.

"My father took a booklet?"

Zheng Yun asked along the topic, but he was on guard. These people are old foxes, and they might dig a hole for a young man like himself to jump into.

"Haha, no, your father's museum doesn't have any exhibits. Do you think there is such a museum in the world?" The old man put down his teacup with a smile.

Zheng Yun's face darkened.

It really was a routine, if I hadn't asked a question, I might have been so stupid to report the fake ghost seal, the emperor's crown and the long sword in the blood coffin with dragon patterns.

No need.

Just leave it in the secret place.

It's true to say that he still doesn't know how many good things his adoptive father hid and put them there, even if he is a son himself, who else in the world would know?

"What do you think of this matter? There are rumors in the market that blood minions are responsible." Looking at Zheng Yun's expression, the old man spoke softly.

Going around in a circle, to put it bluntly, I still want to go over and have a look. The few words inserted in the middle force the favor directly, making it impossible for people to refuse.

"I don't know your last name yet."

Zheng Yun looked around and asked a question.

"Xu Yu." The old man looked down on the table, took out a yellowed business card from the glass interlayer of the tea table cushion, put it on the table and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I gave anyone a business card. It's out of fashion."

Zheng Yun smacked his mouth.

This senior is really formidable, every word can draw a little bit of affection, as if I have to be honored to accept a business card from him.

look down.

The business card is clean.

Not even a job post.

Just two lines:

【Bureau of Cultural Relics】

【Xu Yu】

But not writing anything makes people more cautious and can't help but make some guesses.

(End of this chapter)