77: C77 Transparent Vision with His Left Eye

C77 Transparent Vision with His Left Eye

"Young Master Wu, you, you..." The other two men and two women pinched their noses and tried to escape. They were afraid that Young Master Wu would get even with them in the future, so they didn't try to escape. The smell was unbearable.

"Damn it, I must have eaten something bad. Young Master Gang, what are you still standing there for? Go and buy me a pair of pants. I'll wait for you in the bathroom of this shop." After saying that, Young Master Wu covered his hands behind his back and turned around to run towards the antique store.

Yang Hsingchen smiled and carried his club as he continued to walk forward in the crowd.

After walking for a short while, he saw Wan Dong walking out of a calligraphy and painting store while shaking his head. He saw Yang Hsingchen holding a club in his hand. Wan Dong looked surprised. "Brother, you bought this? You didn't tell me you were going to buy it and hammer your clothes, did you? Hahaha!"

" Hehe, I don't know why, but I keep feeling that this club is a bit strange, so I bought it. "

Hearing what Yang Hsingchen said, Wan Dong's eyes lit up. He grabbed the club and said," Let me take a look, let me take a look. "

He retreated to the side of the road and held it in his hand for a long time. He shook his head and said, "Brother, I'm afraid you really made a mistake this time. Why do I feel that he is just an ordinary club that can't be compared to an ordinary club?"

When he looked at it, Yang Hsingchen also subconsciously looked at the club. This look made him realize something.

One had to know that after Yang Hsingchen's eyes broke through the clear acupoint, they were more powerful than magnifying glasses and night vision goggles. When he looked carefully, he immediately discovered that there was a slight crack on the head of the club.

Of course, it was very normal for the club to have a crack. The problem was that he saw dried glue inside the crack. Who would pour glue into the crack of the club for no reason?

Could it be that there was something inside the stick?

"Give it to me. I seem to have discovered something." After saying that, Yang Hsingchen took the stick, then reached into his pocket and dug. He took out a folding fruit knife. He opened the knife, and with a flash of the knife, it went deep. Then, he grabbed one side of the knife and exerted some strength. There was a cracking sound. He forcefully broke the club apart.

With a swoosh, something fell from the club to the ground. Yang Hsingchen reacted very quickly and bent down to catch it with a swoosh. He took a closer look and saw that it was a long thing wrapped in tarpaulin.

"F * ck, f * ck, is there really something? Who is so scheming, actually hollowing out the club and hiding the thing inside? Brother, quickly open it and see what treasure it is. " Wan Dong shouted excitedly.

Yang Chenchen used the fruit knife in his hand to carefully open the bag of oil. There was a layer of silk wrapped inside. When he took out the silk, an antique fan was presented in front of them.

The front of the fan was drawn with layers of hazy mountains, and the nearby trees were dense. The wildflowers were competing with each other. A few birds stopped at the top of the tree and opened their mouths to chirp. A child was hiding behind a big tree. He was holding a bow and arrow and aiming at the birds on the treetops.

There was also a poem on the back of the fan: Red Tree, Huang Fangye's hometown, a tall dog barking at a fence. There was nothing else to do with the village meeting. Someone must have come to borrow flowers! The signature was Tang Yin, and there was also a red stamp below. Upon closer inspection, it was Tang Bohu.

"F * ck! It's actually Tang Bohu's fan! This kid's luck! " Wan Dong gulped down his saliva and his eyes turned red with envy.

"Not bad. Even I, who do not know calligraphy and painting, feel that this painting is really good. Mr Wan, this fan should be more expensive than the painting of the dead man last time."

Wan Dong heard Yang Hsingchen say that his beloved wheat field crow was a painting of the dead man. He was so angry that he rolled his eyes. "Kid, you can only say this in front of me. If other master artists find out, they will beat you to death!"

"Speaking of the price, the price of this fan is far worse than that painting! One should know that although Tang Bohu's painting skills are outstanding, he has drawn too many fans in his life. As the saying goes, the rarer the item is, it is more expensive. "

"Last time I saw Tang Bohu's fan at Old Man Yan's place. Old Man Yan spent 400,000 to buy it. Although the price of each fan is different, it's not that high. I estimate that the fan in your hand will not exceed one million, brother. Do you want to sell it?"

"No, I'm not selling it. This fan is passed down to me the feeling of calming my heart, so I won't sell it."

"Oh, I see." Wan Dong wanted to buy it, but Yang Hsingchen refused to sell it. Of course, he couldn't force it.

Thinking about how he accidentally got a genuine copy of Tang Bohu, Yang Hsingchen felt a little proud. He picked up the fan and gently fanned himself a few times.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in the fan, and a white light shot towards his left eye at high speed. Yang Hsingchen was so scared that he screamed and subconsciously wanted to close his eyes to make way. But the distance was too close. Secondly, the speed of the white light was too fast. There was no room for him to react at all. He felt his left eye ache slightly, and he couldn't help but cover his eyes and scream.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Wan Dong was shocked.

"Oh my, I don't know what flew into my eyes." Yang Hsingchen rubbed his tearful left eye and blinked a few times. He felt that the sour feeling was slowly disappearing. Then he looked up at Wan Dong. He almost cried out when he saw it.

It turned out that his left eye could see through Wan Dong's clothes and flesh, and even his heart. But his right eye was still a normal person's vision.

Yang Hsingchen was surprised. Could it be that his left eye had the ability to see through things in advance? But didn't the Ease Immortal Spell say that one could only see through things with spirit energy in their body? That's right, it must have something to do with the white light coming from the fan!

He lowered his head and looked at the fan in his hand. This time, he was stunned once again. He discovered that the arrow in the child's hand in the painting had actually disappeared. Heavens, that white light just now, could it be that arrow shot by the child in the painting?1

"Brother, what are you thinking about? Hurry up and leave, you've picked up the slip, I'm still empty. Let's go to the front and take a look. There's no calligraphy and painting store. " Wan Dong urged him anxiously.

Yang Hsingchen suppressed the excitement in his heart. He put away the fan in his hand and followed Wan Dong forward.

But there was no calligraphy and painting shop in front of them. There were seven or eight raw gemstone shops in a row. Every one of them was full of people. They were all fantasizing about getting rich overnight.

Yang Hsingchen looked up and saw a raw gemstone shop holding a banner. On it was written One Saber to Heaven, One Saber to Hell!

"Let's go, brother. Let's go in and take a look!" Wan Dong pulled Yang Hsingchen and walked into the courtyard.

The raw stones in the yard were divided into two parts. One part was to bet all the raw stones. The other part was to bet all the raw stones. As far as everyone knew, the so-called betting all the raw materials was the raw stones that had not been cut open yet. Everyone depended on their eyesight and luck. If they won the bet, it would count as good luck. If they couldn't win the bet, then there was nothing they could do.

The so-called half gambling was to open a small window on a piece of raw stone and let you see the jade meat inside. Needless to say, the price of half gambling on raw stones was definitely ridiculously expensive.

However, even if it was expensive, it could not stop the desire in people's hearts. Moreover, in the hearts of most people, the more expensive the item was, the better it was. Therefore, the number of people who bet all the stones to choose stones was less than half of the number of people in the half gambling area.

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