The Painting Fan of Hundred Treasures and Demon Story

The backyard is not as gorgeous as the front yard, except for the flowers and plants planted around, there is only a gray wooden house in the middle.

The house is as high as two floors, without windows, and looks like a warehouse from the outside. It should be the treasure that Su Yunshen said.

Ah Bao walked to the door of the warehouse, stood on tiptoe vigorously, and pulled the latch above.

He was short, and it took a long time to pull the door bolt halfway. Ermao couldn't wait, and wanted to go to help, but he stopped him.

"No, no, no, only I can open this door."

Half a minute later, the door bolt was finally pulled open, and with the creaking sound of the door opening, a huge space appeared in front of the two creditors.

They couldn't hold back their curiosity, and they poked their heads to look, but the inside was backlit, and they couldn't see anything because of the darkness. They only felt gusts of cold wind blowing out, and the cold air hit their faces.

Brother Sun walked in first, Ermao followed behind.

Abao said behind them: "I will come to open the door tomorrow morning. Our master said that as long as you can take it away, you can take it away. Good luck."

What is good luck?

Brother Sun turned around and wanted to ask, the door was already closed, and when he ran over to push the door, the door latch was also closed, no matter how hard he pushed, the door remained motionless.

"This brat, he opens the door like a tortoise, but closes it like a rabbit. He doesn't even give you a flashlight."

"I can see it, I can see it, Brother Sun, it's quite bright here, could it be Ye Mingzhu, get rich, get rich!"

Ermao's cry of surprise came from inside, and Brother Sun walked over to see that there were many beads hanging on the beam, shining brightly everywhere.

He squinted his eyes for a look, and slapped Ermao on the head.

"What luminous pearl? It's a luminous bead, idiot!"

After being beaten, Er Mao didn't dare to say any more, and touched his head to look around.

The warehouse is bigger than imagined, except for an empty space in the middle, other places are piled up with sundries——

There are everything from large carved wooden tables and chairs to small jade vases. There are scrolls, pipas and other things hanging on the walls, which look very old.

Brother Sun was very happy at first, but it didn't take long for him to find out that he had been cheated.

These objects are old, but they are so old that they are worthless. He went around the antique street, and the ones he caught were more beautiful than those here.

"Wow!"

Ermao screamed from the side. Brother Sun was on the fire, and he was about to beat him up when he ran over. Ermao pointed at the opposite side and shouted tremblingly: "That thing is a bit evil..."

Brother Sun saw that there was a bronze mirror hanging on the wall. The mirror surface was gray and fluffy. At first glance, it would really be frightening.

He walked over, took off the mirror, looked at it, and threw it aside angrily, saying, "It's just a mirror, it's called a ghost."

"Shh, don't talk about ghosts, I really saw a ghost in the mirror just now, with red hair, blue face and fangs..."

"That's obviously you!"

"No, it's true, it's still smiling at me..."

Brother Sun didn't bother to talk to him, so he searched elsewhere, hoping to find something that looked like it could be sold for money.

As he was looking for it, the sound of a piano suddenly came from the warehouse. He was startled, and Er Mao was even more frightened, screaming and running towards the door.

Brother Sun was also a little hairy, and he heard the sound of the piano getting louder and louder. He followed the sound and saw that the pipa that had been hanging on the wall started to play automatically.

The strings sank and bounced from time to time, as if someone was actually playing it.

"It's fake, it's voice-activated!"

As soon as Brother Sun finished speaking, he was hit on the back of the head.

Er Mao was still yelling at the door, he was definitely not the one who hit someone, Brother Sun covered his head and turned around, just in time to see the bronze mirror that he had thrown away flew into the air.

It flipped a few times in the air and automatically hung to its original position.

"This... this is also fake, it's remote controlled!"

Brother Sun's self-deceived words were covered by the music—in addition to the sound of the pipa, there was also the sound of the flute.

A flute flew out from nowhere, and played it while hanging in the air. The flute was still swinging back and forth, as if enjoying itself.

This time, Brother Sun was also frightened, and ran to the door, but bumped into Ermao who was running back.

Er Mao said with a mournful face, "The door can't be opened, what should I do?"

"Don't be afraid, it's all fake!"

As soon as the words fell, laughter came from the opposite side, and the two looked over tremblingly, only seeing the mask hanging on the bookshelf.

The mask is a ghost head painted with a smiling face. Under the dim light, the smiling face makes people shudder.

Brother Sun pushed Ermao and told him to go over to watch. Ermao didn't dare to disobey his order, and walked over tremblingly.

It felt like the laughter was coming from the mouth of the mask, but it was not very similar. He picked it up tremblingly, and Brother Sun gestured for him to turn the mask around.

Er Mao did as he did, but after turning the mask over, he still had the same protruding smiling face, and the laughter became louder. He yelled and threw the mask out.

The mask didn't fall to the ground, but danced back and forth among the luminous beads, and the luminous beads also began to shake, making their eyes almost dazzled.

Amidst the laughter and music, a long sword popped out of the scabbard automatically, and the tip of the sword played tricks in the air, as if noticing the prey, the blade swung and stabbed towards them.

The two were dumbfounded with fright, and hugged each other, and thousands of words were only merged into three words——

"Save... life... ah..."

In the early morning, Ah Bao came to the door of Baibaozang with his rice balls in his mouth. He tiptoed and just opened the door, when two figures came out from inside.

Before he could see clearly, the figure was already running forward along the corridor, as fast as being chased by a ghost.

"Hey, don't you want babies?"

He shouted loudly, but no one paid attention to him, so he had no choice but to go into the treasure chest and count the items inside.

Mirrors, lutes, masks...everything is placed in its original position, as if it has never been moved.

Ah Bao walked around the hundred treasures, was about to go out, his eyes glanced at the bookshelf, and there was an empty place on the shelf.

He covered his mouth in fright.

"Oh, bad, the fan is gone, what should I do?"

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After Su Sha finished exercising in the gym next door, he went home and ate breakfast, put on a formal suit, tied his tie in front of the mirror, and went to the place where he worked in the front yard - Su Ji Pawnshop.

In this day and age, the pawn shop industry is almost extinct. Even if someone wants to buy second-hand famous brands, they must shop online or build exquisite specialty stores.

Such an old store with a signboard with the word "Dang" hanging on the door is even rarer than a national treasure.

Su Sha runs this humble shop in this humble street, barely making ends meet.

Because he couldn't find another job.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Su Sha hung up the signboard as usual and opened the door for business.

Aunt Zhang from the tailor's shop next door greeted him, and he said good morning with a smile, which scared the little grandson who was next to Aunt Zhang to tears.

Aunt Zhang apologized to him, and hurriedly dragged her little grandson into the shop, as quickly as if she was hiding from debts.

Su Zao measured the upturned corners of his mouth with his fingers, and made a judgment—maybe his mouth is too wide, try smiling at a fifteen-degree angle next time, it will look gentler.

Back at the shop, Su Zao made himself a scented tablet, turned on the computer, and sorted out the entry and exit details of the goods.

After a few minutes, the phone rang, and a letter came from my aunt who lived in the country.

Su Ji Pawn Shop is actually the shop of Su Sha's uncle, Su Shiping. Su Shiping and his wife had no children. They were old and liked the quiet life in the countryside, so they moved to their hometown and transferred the shop to Su Sha.

Su Sha picked up his cell phone and left a message saying that it was getting colder these two days and it was raining a lot, so he asked him to pay attention to his health and go out to get together with friends if he had nothing to do.

He replied with a good word, and the reply came back immediately - remember to smile more if you have nothing to do, so that the business will come in, and you look handsome when you smile.

It turned out that the child was made to cry by him just now.

Su Zao knocked on the letter.

——I know, like this→(*￣▽￣*)

——No, that’s called sleeping, you have to look like this→(＾?＾), your eyes should be bent, the corners of your mouth should be raised, and then say——Hello sir, welcome (＾?＾)

——Hello, sir, welcome (＾?＾)～

——Remember to do the same when the guests come, and, by the way, take a photo for me, and remember to smile.

- what?

——Blind date, your uncle's goddaughter's best friend's sister is a teacher, her colleague is about the same age as you, good-looking, and sensible, I want to help you take a look.

——(￣ー￣)

——What kind of expression do you have? If you dare to take pictures with this expression, don't call me aunt in the future.

——When the guest comes, let’s talk back.

The more they chatted, the more headache they got, Su Zao found an excuse to run away.

It just happened to be a coincidence, as soon as he finished typing these words, the door of the shop was pushed open, and two men wearing sunglasses hurried in from outside.

Su Sha put down his phone, stood up and was about to speak, remembering his aunt's teaching, he moved his jaw left and right a few times, curled the corners of his mouth, and said in an octave-high voice, "Welcome."

The two guests who had just entered shook back at the same time.

Seeing their reactions, Su Zai was a little worried that he would scare away the handsome guests. He put away his exaggerated smile, changed into a normal tone, and said again: "Welcome."

One of the two men has a blunt hedgehog head, and the other has dyed pink hair. No matter how you look at it, they don't look like decent people.

Su Zao's expression tensed, and he looked at the phone next to him.

Recently, the street police station issued leaflets, saying that unidentified people often appeared nearby, reminding all residents to be careful.

Seeing that these two people were dressed exaggeratedly, looked flustered, and wore sunglasses on cloudy days, they couldn't be criminals selling stolen goods, right?

"Excuse me, are you here for shopping or pawning?"

Now the business of the pawn shop is getting worse and worse. In order to prevent this century-old shop with the size of fonts from closing down, after Su Sha took over the pawn shop, he took out dead pawned items for sale, which is the so-called second-hand goods.

This is also the main source of income for pawnshops now.

The man with the hedgehog head walked to the counter, took off his sunglasses, looked at Su Suan up and down, and said something.

"Is there any tea to drink?"

"If you want to drink tea, please go out and turn to the second one on the left, this is a pawn shop."

"I know this is a pawn shop, I want to pawn things, and drink tea by the way."

Hedgehog pointed to the teapot on Su Sha's table, and pulled the brothers again, and the two sat down in front of the counter.