Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

Yang Pingan's scalp went numb, and he raised his head to meet the dumbfounded eyes of the wine bottle ghost, and his anger surged: "Can you decorate your mind with other things?"

The wine bottle ghost looked straight at him, resting on his face with his waist and abdomen upward, making Yang Pingan uncomfortable for a while.

Yang Pingan looked at the jade hairpin in his hand, and then at him: "Can you understand human speech?"

Yang Ping'an is really curious about this question. They have been together for a few days and have never communicated with each other. The wine bottle ghost is just a silly ghost who only knows how to jump at him.

Now that I want to use it, I don't know if it will come in handy.

Yang Pingan gritted his teeth and pointed to his waist: "Listen to me, and I'll show you, do you understand?"

The wine bottle ghost's eyes lit up immediately, it seemed that he understood even if he didn't understand.

Yang Pingan pointed to the hairpin in his hand: "The female ghost in the hairpin, can you catch her out?"

The wine bottle ghost looked at him: "Qi Ling."

"what?"

Jiuzungui repeated again: "Qi Ling."

How can people understand this nonsense?Yang Ping'an smacked these two words, and thought about it by himself based on a few fantasy novels he had read in college: "You mean she is not a ghost? Is it a spirit? An elf in a weapon?"

This can be overthrown, the old monster in the utensil is about the same, Yang Ping'an still has lingering fears about those black cloth longdong eyes, and feels that Qi Ling, a name full of freshness, really doesn't deserve it.

The wine bottle ghost hummed heavily.

This was the first time Yang Pingan heard his voice, but he was very human, with a good voice.

"Then how do you get her out?"

You have to get her out first before you can find some clues to solve the problem. Either solve the problem or solve her. Currently, you have the wine bottle ghost in your hand, which is still a useful hole card.

That's all, hope he can keep playing well.

The wine bottle ghost suddenly got up and walked out of the room. Yang Pingan followed him out, and saw the wine bottle ghost standing in the yard, bathing in the moonlight.

Inhale the essence of the moon at this time?

Yang Pingan's doubts did not continue, the wine bottle ghost looked down at the jade hairpin in his hand, as if he was thinking about something.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly raised his hand and threw the jade hairpin into the air, and pinched a hand formula in front of him. The moonlight gathered into a few white silk threads and emerged from the jade hairpin, pulling the spirit out like a chain.

The clothes fluttered and emerged, gradually revealing his true face in the air, and Yang Ping'an was able to look at her objectively for the first time.

There is no trace of blood on the face, the white one has no other colors, and the black one is too black to see through. Bai Shan has white skin, black hair, black eyes and black belt.

She struggled to fall from the hairpin, knelt down on the ground with a light plop, lowered her head and trembled.

She was afraid of the bottle ghost.

But the wine bottle ghost didn't look at her, but looked at his palm suspiciously. Many things flashed through his mind, like a dark river that didn't find its exit, appeared and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Hairpin looked up at Yang Ping'an, as if looking for help, Lan Hua half covered her face with her finger: "I am Hairpin, master save me."

The wine bottle ghost's face changed suddenly, and he grabbed the hairpin's neck, not giving her any chance to break free.

"Let go of her first." Yang Pingan felt that the current situation was much better than he imagined.

The wine bottle ghost grabbed the hairpin spirit with a murderous look, and didn't intend to let go.

"Are you still listening?"

The anger on the wine bottle ghost's face circled around a few times, and finally let go of his hand reluctantly.

Yang Ping'an still stood far away, not entering the war zone: "You said I was your master? Then what happened to the marks on my body?"

"This..." Hairpin's eyes flashed, but he didn't dare to say it for a long time.

Yang Pingan looked at the wine bottle ghost: "Strangle her to death."

"I say! Uh..."

"Okay, let her go first."

The wine bottle ghost let go of the chicken-like hairpin in his hand again.

Hairpin lowered her dark pupils: "That...is my curse seal, but it's not a big problem, as long as you help me solve my doubts, the curse will naturally be solved."

Yang Pingan clasped his hands: "How about I help you?"

It's good to call out one owner at a time, and curse when they come up, Yang Pingan didn't expect that the things in this kind of antique objects are so shameless, including the wine bottle ghost.

Hairpin raised his eyes, his eyes were like two black holes: "Then you will have the same fate as me."

Yang Pingan's face changed, remembering that in the dream he had become two parts up and down. If he became two parts in reality, he would not be treated as well as in the dream, and he would surely die.

Yang Pingan could only endure it: "What is your doubt?"

Hairpin Ling looked at him and asked as if sighing, "Why was I broken?"

"You ask me, who do I ask? It's been at least a few hundred years since you first existed, so what can I know?" Yang Pingan casually estimated that these things must have started in the Qing Dynasty.

"When I was first born, although I had a spirit, I didn't have a soul. After sleeping for several years and now I wake up, I have forgotten all the past, leaving only this body incomplete. I am ashamed~ If you are the medium, you can look back on my life In the past, I am seeing the past!"

As the hairpin spoke, he turned his body to one side, and covered his face with Yubai's fingers, facing the self-pitying laments of the two men who not only showed no pity for the fragrance and jade, but also wanted to kill him.

As a medium for Qi Ling?The identity of the master is probably reversed, right?

Yang Ping'an walked out of the eaves, and the moonlight shone on his thoughtful face: "All the antiques in my house have artifact spirits, and each artifact spirit has a curse?"

"This... I don't know..." Qi Ling raised his eyes and saw the cold eyes of the other party: "I really don't know, I was awakened by you today, I have forgotten all my past, how can I know about other things."

"If I don't help you, I will die?"

"Yes... so." Hairpin shrank back with lingering fear, for some reason, she was particularly afraid of the wine bottle ghost in front of her.

Yang Pingan thought about what the young man said to him before, all the answers were in his antique shop, no matter what else, knowing the past of the hairpin spirit, at least he knew the origin of these antiques.

Yang Pingan began to speak harshly: "Since you recognize me as your master, if you dare to attack me in the future, I will never be polite to you."

So I forgave it this time.

Hairpin Ling was overjoyed: "Yes, master, please put me under the pillow, and I can dream back to the past at midnight."

Hairpin looked at Yang Pingan intently, not daring to turn his eyes away, the glaring eyes of the wine bottle ghost beside her made her back chill, she felt a murderous aura, every time she said a word to the master, the violent murderous aura The heavier it gets.

The hairpin shivered, and she shrank her sleeves and turned into a jade hairpin and fell to the ground.

Yang Pingan picked her up, and the wine bottle ghost's gaze changed from staring ferociously at Yuhan to staring at him closely.

Yang Ping'an turned around and went back to the room, with the Jiuzun Ghost following behind him like a tail, with pitiful eyes showing on his cold face.

Yang Pingan pulled out the hairpin ruthlessly, and pointed at him: "You guard me, if the hairpin spirit changes, I will crush her to death."

The wine bottle ghost was stunned for a moment, feeling that this seemed different from what had been discussed at the beginning, and a fierce look appeared in his eyes.

Yang Pingan immediately scolded: "Do you still want to watch it? Just be obedient if you want to watch it!"

When the wine bottle ghost saw that the carrot was hanging in front of his eyes again, his hostility disappeared immediately, and he stood guard by the bed honestly.

Yang Pingan sighed, what is this called?

Putting the hairpin under the pillow, Yang Ping'an lay down, closed his eyes in darkness, and gradually felt as if his body was melting.

Opening his eyes again, he saw a dim room in front of him. He was placed in a box. Looking down, he could feel that he was in the box, but he could see outside.

Is this the hairpin's perspective?

Yang Pingan looked to the side, and he was startled by the neatly arranged things on the table, one wine bottle and ten boxes.

It's hard to identify the ones in the box, but the number is exactly the same as the number of antiques in his house, not to mention the wine bottle placed outside, it is the bronze beast wine bottle that holds the wine bottle ghost.

Looking at the room in a blink of an eye, the decoration is very strange. It is a wall and dome made of stones. When he turned his gaze to the corner, Yang Ping'an's heart skipped a beat. On the other side of the room, there was a coffin, a huge black lacquered wooden coffin.

So it's not a room, it's a tomb made into a room?

Looking at the coffin, Yang Pingan felt very delicate. The people inside were definitely inextricably linked to him, but Yang Pingan couldn't tell what the possibility would be.

So anything is possible.

Everything in front of him quickly darkened, and in a trance, a pair of hands picked him up, and an excited voice rang out: "It's so ingenious, the old man has never seen such a vivid jade carving."

His vision gradually brightened, and Yang Ping'an saw a ruddy old face with a happy smile.

"Father, didn't the person who sent it say he wanted to use him as a hairpin?" A thigh-high child from a craftsman just raised his head and asked.

This is the origin of this hairpin. Yang Pingan lowered his head and saw the white jade in the box.

It is a jade carving carved in the shape of a dead branch. It is exactly the same as the real branch, but the texture is white jade. What era is this, and there are jade carvings of this level?

Even modern jade carvings of this level are hard to come by, and the predecessor of the white hosta can be regarded as a treasure.

Through the calloused hands, a feeling of love and pity came through. The middle-aged and elderly people carefully looked up and down the jade hairpin, and then the love turned into pity, and even a faint heartache.

Gently stroking the jade branch with his hand: "If you want to make a hairpin and give it to the little apprentice, how much the Heavenly Master should love this little apprentice."

Celestial Master?little apprentice?

Yang Pingan looked around and saw that the jade craftsman was wearing a bun, not only before the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but at least since the Song and Yuan Dynasties.

The jade craftsman held the jade branch in his hand, looked at it over and over again, pondered over and over again, all the regret and unbearable passed into the jade branch, stroked the subtle lines on it, knowing that each line was the painstaking effort of the predecessors soul.

Under his gaze, a tiny light appeared in the jade branch, which was the original spirit of the jade hairpin.

The author has something to say: the third watch is completed~