You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

Lin Jingmo raised an eyebrow and looked at him carefully.

This expression...

Shang Xiangyun asked, "You couldn't smell it?"

Seeing Lin Jingmo nod, he said with certainty, "It's definitely because of your accident; your nose is damaged."

He took another deep breath.

"The aroma is getting stronger!"

"The orange flavor has a hint of milkiness, it smells so sweet..."

His eyes lit up: "Could it be that the owner behind this had a change of heart and thought it was inappropriate for us to be here in the middle of the night, cold and hungry, so he sent someone to bring us dessert?"

Lin Jingmo rolled his eyes: "Do you think this is Hong Kong?"

"There aren't many dessert shops in mainland China, are there?"

"Look at others, can they smell it?"

Seeing Shang Xiangyun looking around, he continued, "If anyone here really has a broken nose, it's definitely you."

"Impossible!" Shang Xiangyun retorted. "You know my nose; it doesn't work on those incense sticks used for praying to gods and Buddhas, but on women... um? Could it be..."

He immediately looked around: "Hey, did you notice? There seem to be a few more people."

Lin Jingmo is not unusual.

"Didn't you hear that the second boss has arrived?"

"But the fragrance is getting stronger and stronger, can't you really smell it?"

As he spoke, he looked at Cai Guobang with a puzzled expression, and the latter slowly shook his head.

Looking at Su Chen again, she gazed into a pair of eyes full of deep meaning.

Shang Xiangyun instinctively shuddered.

"Master Su, please don't look at me like that, your gaze is a little frightening..."

As he spoke, he subconsciously touched his chest again.

I felt a little more at ease knowing that the talismans were still there.

But soon, he frowned and looked around warily.

Lin Jingmo was utterly helpless.

"Be quiet."

They were sitting in the front row, so any movement they made was very noticeable.

Don't let someone figure out your personality before you even start bidding.

Of course, most importantly, there are also armed men, eyeing the scene with predatory intent.

What if this guy gets caught in the crossfire... wouldn't that be an unnecessary disaster?

Shang Xiangyun nodded, but remained quiet for only two minutes before starting to tug at his collar and roll up his sleeves.

Lin Jingmo glanced at him: "Hot?"

"A little." Shang Xiangyun frowned. "I feel like something's not quite right."

It's more than just weird.

The temperature in Guangzhou is similar to that in the port city. It's starting to warm up this time of year, but it's early morning and the temperature is very low. My face is actually flushed...

He asked in a low voice, "Is the talisman not hot?"

Shang Xiangyun shook his head: "No."

It's precisely because we don't have it that we can't be sure.

He couldn't help but glance at Su Chen a few more times.

It's certain that Master Su knows, but his attitude just now made it clear that he wouldn't answer if asked.

Shang Xiangyun had a headache.

Lin Jingmo had no choice but to take out a handkerchief and fan him.

After only a few fanning motions, the jade vase he had his eye on was put up for auction. Lin Jingmo, ignoring Shang Xiangyun, started bidding.

Lin Jingyu finally settled on 18 and got up to pay.

When he returned, the red velvet table on the stage had been moved off.

A short while later, eight burly men laboriously carried out a vermilion coffin.

Shang Xiangyun's nose twitched, and drool unconsciously dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Lin Jingmo found this appearance utterly repulsive.

But the people behind them started to get excited.

"There really is a coffin?"

"Could his flesh really bring the dead back to life?"

"No, human flesh! Who would dare eat that? Doesn't it feel disgusting?"

"Placenta is used in medicine, and besides, don't you usually chew on your lips? Isn't that flesh?"

"This can't be the same! It's dead meat! That rich man must be crazy, grasping at straws in his desperation."

"Who cares if he's crazy or not? I just want to know if it works or not."

"I'd like to know too. If it works, we'll make one ourselves sometime."

……

Several people exchanged glances and winked, understanding each other without saying a word.

Despite the discussions, only a handful of people actually made bids.

When the price reached 56, one person decisively gave up; when the price reached 82, the other person shook his head.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to observe these people, Lin Jingmo secretly scanned the area, trying to judge from their gazes and expressions who was going to make a move against him.

Unfortunately, the time was too short and we didn't get much out of it.

Suddenly, Shang Xiangyun's voice rang in my ears: "One million!"

Lin Jingmo: "!!!"

He stared at him in astonishment: "Are you crazy?"

Or is it because of the heat, or is my brain watering and I want to stir up some muddy waters?

Shang Xiangyun did not answer him.

The face was flushed, the eyes were fixed, and the gaze was fixed on the vermilion coffin on the platform.

He doesn't look like he's lost his mind; he looks more like... he's possessed?

Lin Jingmo was stunned for a moment, then looked at Su Chen, who simply smiled, indicating that he could rest assured.

Millions!

How can I feel at ease?

This isn't how you throw money around.

I'll definitely be locked up by my uncle when I get back, right?

However, Lin Jingmo then raised an eyebrow.

"150."

Ha ha.

Others are asking for 105 million, and you're offering 150 million.

Your family just recently managed to get some cash flow.

Lin Jingmo took a deep breath and simply closed his eyes.

Out of sight is pure.

And so, it seemed that Shang Xiangyun was locked in a bidding war with a middle-aged man in the corner, and the price kept rising from 100 million to 450 million.

After weighing the options carefully, the middle-aged man couldn't figure out Shang Xiangyun's bottom line within three counts of time, and finally gave up with regret.

The auction gavel fell: "Congratulations to this gentleman, you have won the bid for 450 million..."

Shang Xiangyun's body trembled involuntarily, and he gradually regained his senses.

He blinked and turned to look at Lin Jingmo: "Did I just fall asleep from sleep?"

Lin Jingmo: "..."

He gave a forced smile: "Congratulations on spending 450 million to buy that wet corpse."

"what?!"

Shang Xiangyun almost jumped up.

Lin Jingmo gripped his shoulders tightly, rolling his eyes: "What do you want to do? We've already taken the photos, and now you want to back out?"

"450 million!" Shang Xiangyun exclaimed softly.

"No, wasn't I asleep just now?"

"Didn't you notice something was wrong with me?"

"Why didn't you stop me? Aren't we still brothers?"

……

Lin Jingmo rubbed his forehead.

She quietly pointed at Su Chen.

Shang Xiangyun was momentarily confused, then seemed to understand: "Master Su..."

"Didn't you smell the fragrance?"

"It's wonderful, it's a special kind of fate."

Shang Xiangyun's lips twitched.

What kind of special fate requires spending 450 million?

With that money, you might as well buy the sports car you've always dreamed of, and then have the extra money to modify it.

He let out a wail and covered his face.

Four or five seconds later, he rubbed his face and looked at Lin Jingmo: "How much money did you bring? Can you spare some for me?"

Lin Jingmo gave a number.

Shang Xiangyun's eyes widened: "So much? You've struck it rich?"

"Five million of it was given to me by Jingyu to calm my nerves."

Shang Xiangyun: “…”

"Jingyu is really generous."

"Then the bottle you want to buy..."

Lin Jingmo said helplessly, "I've already bought it."

"When? How come I didn't know?"

Lin Jingmo: "..."

do not want to talk.

Su Chen's mouth corners slightly raised.

My gaze shifted, and Song Anhui returned, accompanied by the middle-aged, refined man.

The two clearly got along very well, with obvious smiles on their faces.

After taking her seat, Song Anhui glanced at Shang Xiangyun.

"You have a fever, why is your face so red?"

Seeing him fidgeting and fidgeting with his collar and shirt hem, she observed him closely and asked Su Chen, "Has he been drugged?"