Hangzhou.
Mount Wu Residence.
He heard the news of the Corned-eyed Yellow Sand Dragon's back.
Wu Xie didn't dare to delay at all. He ran a few red lights along the way. As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't help but ask his third uncle.
"Third Uncle, where is it?"
"Brat, I told you to come quickly, but you dilly-dallied for so long. What's the use of asking now?”
Wu Sansheng glared and cursed.
He had thought that this kid would finally choose to take over the Wu family's business and not continue studying architecture.
He gave him a big gift.
There was also an item that was the highlight of the shop.
Who knew that this kid wasn't anxious at all.
How long had it been?
One had to know that in the antique industry, one had to first look at one's eyesight, and then at one's sense of smell.
He didn't have any ability.
How could he gain a foothold?
"No way, Third Uncle. You're too fast. At least let me take a look.”
Wu Xie's heart immediately turned cold when he heard that, but he was still a little unwilling.
After all, Third Uncle had high standards.
If even he thought it was something good, it was definitely not simple.
If he missed it, he would really miss it.
"You fucking know it's good stuff?”
"No, Third Uncle, I was on my way…"
"Alright, cut the crap. Follow me in to meet a few people.”
Wu Xie wanted to explain a little more, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by his third uncle.
At the same time, he turned around and instructed.
"Be smart later. The people who came this time are all underworld figures.”
Hearing this.
Wu Xie simply shut his mouth.
However, he was getting more and more curious, and he was very interested in the senior in the underworld that Third Uncle mentioned.
She followed behind Third Uncle obediently, passing through the front yard and arriving at the two-story building behind.
The moment he entered.
Wu Xie saw a few figures.
A man in a black singlet stood at the door.
With a cigarette in his mouth, a fierce look in his eyes, and a body full of muscles that could not be hidden, he looked indescribably intimidating.
Beside him, there was a fellow sitting on the ground.
At least 1.9 meters tall.
He was as strong as a bear.
Unfortunately, his silly smile ruined the atmosphere.
"Pan Zi, Da Kui."
These two were Third Uncle's subordinates.
Very familiar.
Wu Xie greeted casually.
"Little Third Master."
Pan Zi replied with a smile.
Wu Xie did not stop and followed Third Uncle all the way to the hall.
At this moment, he realized that there were two other figures in the room.
However…
These two people were each stranger than the other.
Sitting in the corner was a young man with a cold expression. He was about the same age as him. He was carrying a box made of camphor wood that was heavily wrapped with cloth. One could vaguely see ancient patterns on it.
He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes without saying a word.
His body exuded an aura that kept people away.
Wu Xie couldn't take his eyes off her.
Although he had not been in the industry for long, he had been influenced since he was young. He could tell at a glance that this person was carrying the dragon's back this time.
That box alone was worth a lot.
The number of swords and sabers inside was probably an astronomical figure.
At the other end of the hall sat a man dressed strangely.
He was actually wearing a long robe.
Her long hair was tied up simply with a wooden hairpin.
His expression was reserved and calm, and his eyes were like a deep pool.
And the strangest thing was that even though he was clearly young and looked to be in his early twenties, he gave off a deep and profound feeling as he sat there.
"Daoist priest?"
Wu Xie frowned, his face full of surprise.
He had thought that the people Third Uncle brought him to meet were all people from the underworld.
After all, he was in this industry now.
Let's brush our faces.
He would also have connections when he did business.
However, he had never expected to meet two strange people like them.
The young man with the sword on his back was silent, which could be said to be his personality, but this one…what was going on?
Nowadays, other than Taoist temples, the probability of seeing Taoist priests and monks was too low.
Moreover…
He couldn't figure it out even if he was beaten to death.
What did Taoist priests have to do with selling antiques?
"Didn't you always want to go down to the ground to experience it?”
Wu Sansheng seemed to have noticed Wu Xie's confusion. He lit a cigarette and smiled.
"These two are famous figures in the underworld. It wasn't easy for your third uncle to invite them.”
"Come, let me introduce you."
When she heard Third Uncle's words.
Wu Xie immediately perked up.
"This is Zhang Qiling, Little Brother Zhang."
Wu Sansheng looked at the corner and introduced him seriously.
However, Zhang Qi Ling seemed to have fallen asleep and did not even blink.
Wu Xie seemed to have seen through his personality. He didn't care even if he was number one. He just nodded as a greeting.
Immediately after.
He subconsciously looked into the depths of the hall.
To be honest.
He was more interested in the young man dressed like a Taoist priest than this person.
Being here.
Yet, he was able to transcend the world.
It was unfathomable.
Especially now that the faint light from the well enveloped him, it added a sense of mystery to him.
"This is Priest Zhou."
"Righteous Sect successor."
Wu Sansheng's voice rang out.
Zhou Mu, who seemed to be daydreaming, finally came back to his senses.
He nodded at the two of them as a form of greeting.
He swore.
His expression was really not what Wu Xie had imagined. It was purely a look of bewilderment.
A few days ago.
He had just transmigrated.
Somehow, he became the Abbey Dean of a lousy Taoist temple.
He was quite famous.
Pure Yang Shrine.
The inheritance was even more shocking.
Righteous Dao Talisman Sect.
It had a foundation of more than a thousand years.
As for that cheap master…
In his impression, he was a taciturn old man.
Other than going down the mountain a few times a year, he basically spent the rest of his time in the Taoist temple.
Last year.
In the end, the old Taoist priest could not survive the cold winter and passed away before the new year.
Before he left, he handed over the orthodoxy of the Pure Yang Shrine to him.
When Zhou Mu transmigrated.
Only then did he realize that after so many years, the Pure Yang Shrine had long been ruined beyond recognition.
He was just a commander without any subordinates. Not to mention his disciples, he didn't even have anyone to talk to.
Fortunately, it was bound to a Taoist system.
At the beginning, he awakened the Heavenly Book.
Originally, he thought that he had come to a strange world with mysterious revivals and demons running amok.
He was a cultivator.
It should be our duty to kill demons.
In the end…he received a letter saying that it was an old friend of his master who invited him to Hangzhou to discuss important matters.
Waiting for him to come all the way here.
When he saw the Wu family's uncle and nephew, Pan Zi, Dakui, and the stuffy oil bottle, he realized that this was a f * cking grave robbing world.
However…
Zhou Mu still didn't quite understand.
Why did the second generation leader of the Wu family ask him to come here?
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