Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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As soon as he entered the small room, the strong earthy and musty smell caused Song Xuan to sneeze several times. Yang Zimei reached out and pressed his acupoint to stop.

There was only an oil lamp lit in the room, tinged with a faint yellow light, and shone on the swaying objects on the ground.

When Song Xuan's eyes fell on those objects, he couldn't move immediately.

He gave Yang Zimei the black suitcase on his hand, completely disregarding what the three men's eyes were like. He squatted on the ground and carefully looked at the Han Dynasty glass products, lacquerware, pottery, and porcelain. The more he looked, the more he looked Put it down.

These objects were definitely picked from Mrs. Yipin's graveyard.

Yang Zimei looked up and found that these objects were all authentic, with antique tastes and a touch of aura.

This shows that the grave is a lucky hole, and Feng Shui has not been damaged by anyone.

However, the situation may be different after being grabbed by this group of grave robbers.

She glanced around those objects for a week, and finally settled on a small, dark object, her breath was a little stagnant, a little excited.

That small object is actually similar to the peach wood card that he wore to the dragon day by day.

The white aura lingering on this mahogany sign is stronger than any other object.

However, she did not show her love for the peach wood card, but she turned her eyes indifferently to other objects. However, she was thinking, why is there another peach wood card here?

"Song Lao I board, what about these objects?" Tao Daze saw Song Xuan's obsessed look, and he knew it. "All of these objects were dug out of the Han tomb. If there is no accident, it is definitely Mrs. Yipin Funeral. "

Song Xuan stood up and nodded slightly, "what do you want for these items?"

Tao Daze gave a slap.

Song Xuan shook his head and erected three fingers, which was all the cash he brought.

What's more, these things were dug out from the cemetery. He had to bleach, and he had to invest a lot of money, and the risk was huge, 30 million, which was already his limit.

"A little more." Tao Dize was not satisfied with this number.

Song Xuan shook his head, his eyes firm.

Tao Daze looked at Yang Zimei, "It's OK, but we want that girl to play with us for a night."

As soon as Song Xuan heard it, his face changed, and Yang Zimei was behind him. "If you have no sincerity like this, then we will slay this deal."

"Hey--" Tao Dazao smiled, then stood upright with his back on his back slightly, "Can you still choose now?"

Two other people also gathered around, and the door was blocked by a black snake with a machete in hand.

Song Xuanwen is a weak scholar and Yang Zimei is a delicate little girl.

Therefore, they looked at Song Xuan and Yang Zimei's eyes at this moment, just like a cat looked at a mouse in a cage.

Song Xuan's expression was a little tense. He reached out and hid Yang Zimei's back. "You ... don't think of messing up!"

"Ah--"

Tao Daze sneered, "What if it's a mess? Originally, I didn't want you to come back alive if you came here today, unless you obediently gave us 50 million."

Song Xuan's face sank. This group of people really didn't look like mountain eagles, they were unbelievers, and Yang Zimei's budget was correct.