About the brave man who became a thousand-year-old potato and ended up destroying the world

"Acquisition Festival? Select and acquire various antiques, authoritatively authenticate the valuation on site, and purchase at twice the estimated value..." Yayin looked at the event notice, and the further down she looked, the deeper her frown deepened.

"What's wrong?" Liu Ji walked up and looked at the poster.

kindness……

can't read.

The lingua franca of artistic calligraphy seemed to him like a book from heaven.

"This poster is handwritten, and..." Yayin scratched her head, "Hell, this handwriting seems to be Snow's."

"Eh? Really? Can we follow this thing to find him?" Liu Ji asked in surprise.

"Maybe," Yayin said, turning to look at Bala and asking, "Can you take us to the place written above? Judging from the time, it seems to be now, right?"

"Uh... it's possible." Bala looked at the location above with a confused look on his face, "This place is not accessible to ordinary people..."

"I wonder if everyone in this antique market has gone in, there's no reason why we can't go, right?" Yayin asked doubtfully.

"I think this kind of event probably requires registration in advance, sending out invitations, etc. In short, normally only upper-class gentlemen can enter the Holy Chapel..." Bala said, "I can lead You go over there and have a look, but I don’t know if you can go in.”

"It's okay, that's enough," Liu Ji came over and said, "Just take us there. You don't have to worry about whether we can get in."

"That's okay, actually, it's over there," Bala said, pointing to the front of the road.

Liu Ji looked in the direction of his finger and saw a huge statue more than ten meters high standing in the middle of the open space on the roadside, and behind the huge statue was a magnificent church.

The white bricks and jade reflect the skylight, the glass tiles are layered and shimmering, the walls are painted with majestic sacred images, and the bright windows are skillfully carved and illuminated.

Even Liu Ji, who didn't have any good impressions of gods, couldn't help but be infected by its sacred aura when he looked at this building, and for a moment he felt a little in awe.

Under the church, there seemed to be a lot of people coming and going. Some people were empty-handed and seemed to be watching the fun. Some people were carrying something and they should be participants in the event. Some were even dragging their children. The truck stopped nearby, constantly looking inside, perhaps anxious when it would be its turn.

These people were poor or rich, old or young, but no matter who they were, they all had a strong market atmosphere, which was really incompatible with the holy aura of this church.

"Hmm..." Liu Ji slapped his mouth, "It seems that's it. Let's go over and have a look."

With that said, everyone walked towards the front of the church together.

In the distance, they actually heard someone standing under the statue reading something.

"The Ancient Dunjin Compass was sold for 1 Burulus!"

"The fragment of the ancient scepter was sold for [-] broles!"

"The ancient orichalcum shield was sold for eight thousand brulu!"

……

The man read out one by one, all of which contained transaction records of various antiques. Every time he read one, the audience below seemed to let out a loud or small exclamation.

"He's really collecting antiques," Liu Ji touched his chin, "Strange, if it's really Uncle Snow, why is he collecting so many antiques..."

"Ancient relics...at least according to my knowledge, are purely useless cultural research items," Yain said, "but...if there really is such a thing as ancient magic, I can't say."

"Well, it sounds like it's another area that I don't understand," Liu Ji scratched his head, "Oh, forget it. Anyway, just find Snow and ask."

"Looking at their hands, it seems that you really need an invitation to get in," Yayin gently pointed at a passerby with her chin.

"Shall I get a hair?" Liu Ji asked.

"Maybe not. The invitation has magic certification," Yayin shook her head and said, "What the hell, why would there be such a thing in an antique auction..."

"Forget it, let's keep it simple," Liu Ji said, "You guys wait for me here, I'll go in alone."

"Eh? Are you alone? Wait, don't act like this," Bala said quickly, "If someone forces their way into the chapel church..."

However, before he finished speaking, Liu Ji had already disappeared in the wind before his eyes, completely disappearing.

247. Give it a try and the motorcycle will turn into a trousers

Outside the auditorium, looking at the door of the auditorium, Yayin felt a little worried.

Ever since he regained his memory, she had always had an indescribable feeling.

It was as if Liu Ji had always given her a very innocent feeling in the past. Whether it was because he had a clear distinction between good and evil, or he had his own set of rules for doing things, at least Yayin could always guess what he would do when something happened. What a reaction.

However, since that day, it has become increasingly difficult for her to predict Liu Ji's actions.

This feeling was not obvious when he mostly acted alone some time ago, but today, Yayin can really feel that Liu Ji's behavior is completely different from his previous behavior.

Although they are not familiar with the place and do not understand the local policies, it is not incomprehensible for them to use such thunderous means to prevent the future of Yayin.

But obviously, Liu Ji would never choose such a behavior pattern in the past.

Even if it does, at least it won't be so decisive...

Is it because you were called a "bitch"?

perhaps?

At least at that moment, Yayin really felt that Liu Ji was angry.

But in fact, she didn't care too much about this kind of thing. The so-called quickness of speech was just the incompetent barking of a small insect.

But Liu Ji vented his anger for her. How should I put it, he was actually a little happy...

"Probably, he's really not in a good mood lately," Yain murmured.

"Eh? Is he in a bad mood lately?" Bala was startled. "Then, do I have to be careful? Are there some things I can't say?"

"Well... that's not the case, as long as you don't cause trouble for us," Yayin said.

"Promise! I promise not to cause trouble for you!" Bala said quickly, "I will be my guide! Be patient and hardworking! Work hard without complaining..."

Bala was still saying her promise loudly, but Yayin's attention had already drifted away.

She looked at the chapel not far away and frowned slightly.

For some reason, she felt vaguely uneasy.

Although the poster looked very similar to Snow's style, and even the handwriting was very similar, but for some reason, she always felt that something was wrong...

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In the shadow of the chapel, Liu Ji's figure slowly condensed.

Looking up into the hall, a sacred statue was carved out of the warm white rock. The skylight shone through the window on the statue, reflecting the holy light.

However, just under such a statue, a group of noisy businessmen stood.

They gathered around the altar, sometimes cheering, sometimes booing, sometimes teasing, sometimes booing.

On top of the altar, several formally dressed old men were holding magnifying glasses and carefully observing each item.

"Well, this should be the real thing," one of them held up a mutilated fragment and murmured, "but the condition is too bad and the completeness is too low. I remember that I have sold several similar items in the past, and the average price is It’s about three hundred bro, what do you think?”

"I think it's about the same, two to three hundred," another old man on the side said.

"I think it can be a little higher," another old man said. "This kind of decoration is relatively rare. I can see about four hundred."

"As you can see, it only takes three hundred to get out of the venue, which is pretty good," another old man shook his head.

A few people discussed quickly and finally settled on an estimated price of 320 Br. According to the double purchase, they gave the businessman 640 Br.

The price is not too much, but for such an incomplete piece, it is definitely not too much.

The businessman accepted the bills with some excitement, swallowed, and looked at the table eagerly.

What was just acquired was just a small piece, and the next thing was the dinner. The table full of antiques were all collected by him through various means. Now, it depends on how much they are worth...

The businessman looked at them and waited quietly for the answer.

The old people picked up one thing, put another down, picked up another, put down another...

A few minutes later, the old people stopped at the same time and said: "Okay, nothing is missing, the rest can be destroyed."

"Huh?" The businessman was stunned, as if he couldn't believe his ears, and asked stammering, "Wha, what?"

"The rest are all fakes or old imitations, and are not within the scope of our acquisition," the old man said. "You should understand our rules of participation."

"No! It's impossible! Wait!" the merchant said hurriedly, "I dug out some of them from the ruins myself! They absolutely cannot be fakes!"

"Didn't I say that there are old-time imitations," the old man said indifferently, "You are also selling antiques after all. You don't know what old-time imitations are like, right? Even if they are imitations made thousands of years ago, , it is still an imitation, not a real ancient relic."

"This..." The businessman opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more, but he didn't know what to say.

The few old people present were all the most senior appraisers in the city. Now that they had spoken, and they were destroying them directly, not to lower the price, he could not find any reason to refute either emotionally or rationally.

However, even imitations are valuable!

After all, these things themselves can be considered antiques!It just doesn’t count as an ancient relic!

If he was screwed like this and he could only get away with six bills, it would be an exaggeration to say that he lost all his underpants this time.

However, while he was in a daze, the old people had no intention of wasting time with him. They said hello, and two people who were more formally dressed, but whose professional status could not be seen, came up and picked up the man on the table. A bunch of stuff is about to go.

When the businessman saw this, he woke up as if from a dream. He rushed forward on the spot and shouted: "No! No! I don't want the money! I'll give you the fragment! Just pretend that I've never been here, okay!?"

Seeing this, one of the men turned around, pinched the wrists of both of his hands, and forcibly pulled his hands aside.

"Before participating, we should have fully informed you of the rules. Don't make trouble, otherwise, you will know your fate," the man said indifferently, pushed the businessman aside, and then picked up the man on the table again. Stacked things and headed backstage.

From a distance, the businessman saw them throwing all the pile of antiques into the mouth of the giant metal beast lying behind the altar.

The giant beast's eyes suddenly lit up with a blue light, and then it opened its mouth and bit into it loudly.

Seeing that all his wealth was reduced to rubbish in the mouth of the giant beast, the businessman knelt down with a plop, holding more than 600 burro in his hand. His eyes were distracted and he was already lost. Along with a burst of boos from below, the old man in charge of the appraisal They also summoned the next participant, and the previous businessman was dragged off the stage.

Liu Ji, who was staying in the shadows, watched all this quietly, thoughtfully.

Although when they came they thought the takeover would be held by Snow, at least he was not here.

Of course, Liu Ji didn't see anyone else who looked like the boss of the acquisition meeting at the scene...

It cannot be ruled out that he ordered people to conduct this acquisition meeting here, while he himself was somewhere else.

but……

Liu Ji always felt that the style and methods of this acquisition meeting were not quite like Snow's style.

But if it wasn't Snow, who would it be?

And what's up with that poster?

While Liu Ji was thinking, his eyes moved to the fragments that the old men had just obtained.

That was the only thing they recognized among the things the businessman just took out.

Liu Ji stared at the thing, watching it being handed from one old man to another, and then handed over to a very inconspicuous young man waiting on the side. Judging from the dress, it should be in this chapel. of clergy.

The young man took the fragments, carefully dragged them on a pallet, and turned towards the corridor at the back of the chapel.

With a thought in his mind, Liu Ji turned into quicksand and followed him.

Following the young man through the dark corridor and the long hall, he finally came to a closed room.

Standing in front of the door, he gently knocked on the door and said softly: "Master, there are new relics."

After saying that, he waited quietly in front of the door.

For the next few minutes, there was no movement inside the door.

Just when Liu Ji was wondering if the brother's voice was too quiet for others to hear, a dark hole slowly appeared on the door.

Seeing this, the young man quickly handed the fragment he was holding to the entrance of the cave.

Then, Liu Ji clearly saw a psychedelic-colored right hand stretching out from the hole, gently picking up the fragment and retracting it into the door.

At this glance, Liu Ji was convinced.

Those were definitely not Snow's hands.

Not to mention the psychedelic blue-purple color, it was just the shape of the palm that didn’t match.

Those fingers were actually slenderer than Liu Ji's, which was absolutely impossible with Snow's short hands!

Ok……

It seems weird to say that.

But the Miffies do all have short hands. When they hold a fist, their hands look like Doraemon. How could they have such slender palms?

"Sure enough, there is a problem..." Liu Ji frowned.