Chapter 002 Past Events

The fat man started talking nonsense to me, but I didn't feel anything at all. But when I thought about it carefully, I felt something was wrong. I vaguely felt that there was something else being hidden from me.

I said to him: "As long as your kid didn't deliberately make up the story, we can discuss it!"

Seeing that I showed signs of relenting, the fat man was overjoyed. I quickly explained the purpose of coming to see me this time.

At the same time, he said: "Now that I have said this, I am not in a hurry to take out the money. I will keep it for you first."

I pressed the box and immediately understood that this guy wanted to steal the chicken with me. In order to invite me to come out, he also spent a lot of money. The money will probably belong to him!

I opened his hand and asked him to get to the point quickly.

The fat man looked at the box, with a hint of embarrassment on his face. Then he mysteriously took out an old map, pointed to a mark on it, and said, "This may be the specific location of the Longquan Tomb. According to legend, the Longquan Water It ’s extremely miraculous . Soaking it for one hour can extend your life by more than ten years, and soaking it for one day can protect you forever!”

What I said was all nonsense. Not to mention that the Longquan Tomb must have been broken into more than once. Have you ever heard of any imperial tomb that will protect the country forever? That was nothing more than the ultimate dream of the ancient emperors, an unrealized fantasy.

The fat man continued: "Old Cao, you have to think about it this way. If you gained immortality, would you publicize it? Would you make yourself the subject of research?"

I was about to retort when I suddenly remembered that Fatty seemed to mean something more than just the literal meaning.

During the Warring States Period, there was a small border country called Longquan Country, which claimed to be a descendant of the real dragon clan from ancient times.

At that time, other small border countries were nothing more than vassals of each of the Seven Warring States Heroes, but Longquan State was an exception. Not only was it not attached to any of the Seven Warring States Heroes, it also found a gap between the seven heroes, and it just found a way to make no progress or retreat. way out.

It's just that after Qin unified the six countries, the small country on the border disappeared inexplicably, as if it had received some signal and disappeared without a trace.

And this Longquan Tomb happened to be in the same era as the Qin Mausoleum.

You know, the First Emperor spent all the efforts of the whole country to build the Epang Palace and the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of the Imperial Mausoleum. He even gathered all the weapons from the world to cast twelve bronze figures in a row.

What kind of method is this? If the king of Longquan Kingdom really masters the method of immortality, the First Emperor will naturally not let him go easily.

This also proves one thing from the side. Even the king of Longquan Kingdom has to hide after receiving eternal life. How about ordinary people?

Thinking of this possibility, I suddenly felt a chill on the back of my neck. Could it be that Cheng Xuanqing also learned this ultimate secret and still survived in this world for thousands of years?

When I see books from the Tang Dynasty, my subconscious mind knows that the owner of the book must have gone to the west long ago. But the sudden thought just now made my heart agitated.

Thinking about it again, even if Cheng Xuanqing is really alive and he is standing in front of me now, I still can't tell that this is a person who has lived for a thousand years!

What if it was me? If I went to the Longquan Ancient Tomb and was lucky enough to soak in the Longquan longevity water, would I tell everyone that I had gained eternal life?

I thought, that must not be the case. Not only would I not tell anyone, but I would also be afraid of being discovered by others. I will find a place to hide. It is best that people never find out. I will not grow old, I will not get sick, and I will not die!

When my mind was wandering, the fat man swayed in front of me three times before pulling me back from my chaotic thoughts.

I asked him: "Where did you get this picture?"

If you say that Fatty Wang got this picture from someone else, I won't believe it even to death. This guy loves money very much, but he is only interested in the treasures he gets. For those objects that are confusing and need to be guessed, He never thinks too much. I was about to ask him more when another person suddenly came in outside the door.

"be mine!"

I raised my eyes and saw that the person who came was none other than an "acquaintance" whom I had met three months ago.

Why do I still call him an acquaintance after seeing him only once after several months?

Because he left such a deep impression on me and Fatty!

I clearly remember that it was an afternoon, and the fat man had just delivered a few pieces of porcelain tiles he had found to me. I was appraising the quality when the man entered my Jingbaozhai without saying a word. There was a piece of rag with something round inside, and I didn’t know what it was.

When he saw me looking up at him, he raised his arms. The rag was instantly released from his hands, and a purple-black, round object with pits came towards me.

At that time, I was still holding the treasure that the fat man had given me, and I was holding a green pottery bowl from an unknown dynasty and generation. Seeing the unknown object coming at me quickly, the fat man was naturally more anxious than me.

If I let go of my hand to cover the incoming object, the bowl will fall to the ground and be damaged! Whose? If it's mine, then it's inevitable that you'll have grudges when doing business with me in the future. This is obviously not what he wants most.

If it were that kid, looking at the kid's ordinary clothes, could he really afford the compensation?

Soon enough, the fat man swung his flexible body like a fat monkey on Wutai Mountain. He stretched out his right arm and caught the strange object firmly in mid-air.

He caught it quickly and put it down quickly. Almost at the same time he caught it, he heard Fat Monkey Roaring Mountain and a rough curse! *His grandma’s!

Even if the fat man was brave enough to see this thing in the daytime, he would break out in white sweat, as if he had been stung by a scorpion, and throw the thing in his hand on the table.

That black and purple round object turned out to be the head of an ancient corpse that had long since dried up!

It has been open for more than ten years. When I come to this antique pawn shop, some sell pocket watches, some sell vases left by my grandfather, and some even sell the foot wrapping cloth that my grandmother left on the bed for decades, but there is no one selling human heads!

Fortunately, there were no other customers in my store at that time.

I shouted and immediately asked the fat man to close the door. I gently put down the red bowl in my hand and quickly called my little ancestor to the visitor.

The man was dressed in black, but he looked neat and tidy. For almost half a minute, he was still in a single posture with one hand hanging down and the other behind his shoulder. I don't know if he was trying to be cool.

But, we are the only rough old men in the store, who is he showing off to?

I have already seen the head of the mummy. Although I have never fought, I am not afraid of these objects.

It was like a doctor sewing skin on someone for the first time. He had already done such work before, but the doctor just replaced the fabric with holes in his hand with human skin.

At this time, all I have is the feeling of tension and excitement, and there is really no trace of fear.

What I was nervous about was that in broad daylight, a dead head was suddenly thrown into my store. If someone saw it, it would be really muddy in the crotch, and it would be shit if not shit. When the time comes to get him into the situation, even if the matter of the heads is clearly explained, the new thing that the fat man just sent over cannot be explained clearly.

Besides the excitement, since this is what I do, most of the things I see are artifacts that have been with them for hundreds or even thousands of years. This time I suddenly met the "real owner", which was more fresh and exciting!

The head rolled on the table, and its eyes were extremely sunken. Only a layer of black and purple dry skin left the outline of the eye sockets. For a moment, it was difficult to tell whether it was an ancient mummy from which dynasty.

The little brother listened to me calling my little ancestor, but he didn't even blink his eyes. He just said to me coldly: "Please give me a price."

At this time, the fat man had already closed the door and started to walk back. Looking at the way he rolled up his sleeves and stretched his arms, you knew that what just happened made him extremely unhappy.

The fat man suddenly yelled and cursed: "I said that you, my grandson, dare to take out the crotch of the King of Hell. Do you think there are too few little devils in the underworld? Do you know how much these treasures of mine are worth, you fat man? Smash it." If it's broken, can you fucking afford to pay for it?

And those dead heads that look like they were just pulled out of a manure pit and dried in the sun, who are you trying to scare with that? Do you know how many fights I have had and how many fights I have seen..."

I know that the fat man has nothing to say, although there is inevitably some bragging in his words.

But if this kid is a teenager, he will be in serious trouble!